Azur Lane: I Crossed the Graduation Port Area

Chapter 1372 Marco Polo's "God"

Seeing such a horrifying scene, Xiafei and Mogador gasped and instinctively pointed their ship equipment and weapons at the four Sardinian companions who were also stunned in front of them.

Xiafei's voice also turned cold. He released a number of carrier-based aircraft and began to take off, asking:
"What on earth is Marco Polo doing! With your experience at the Expo, don't you know what these black corrosive substances represent?"

"Get out of the way!"

Compared with Xiafei's questioning, Mogador rushed towards the cruise ship with an axe without hesitation.

"Boom!"

However, before Mogador could rush out a few meters, an explosion from a naval gun firing sounded in front of Mogador.

Although the explosion at this distance did not cause any harm to Mogador, the blast wave and the attitude displayed by the firing made Mogador stop and look at the dragoon in disbelief.

"I'm so sorry, Sister Mogador."

The little Sardinian destroyer girl with short curly blond hair put down the musket in her hand that was emitting smoke and was the embodiment of her ship's weapon, and said with determination and apology in her tone:
"But please don't interrupt Lord Marco Polo's ceremony..."

"call!"

But before the dragoon could finish his words, the purple-haired iris-ridden girl holding an axe suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Along with the sound of breaking air, the dragoon could only catch time to catch a dark purple shadow flashing past her.

"Carrier-based aircraft! Stop Xiafei's carrier-based aircraft! Northwest Wind and Southwest Wind, go and stop Mogador!"

After countless exercises and side-by-side battles in the port area, Andrea knew Mogador's strength very well, and his face instantly became extremely ugly.

As the Iris faction with the most large destroyers, Mogador is a legend on the sea, and its combat values ​​are far beyond the reach of ordinary destroyers.

"Huh? Me, us?"

"Don't be in a daze, Southwest Wind, follow me!"

Amid the roar of anti-aircraft guns firing, the cute Southwest Wind, who hadn't reacted yet, was dragged by his sister Northwest Wind and chased after Mogador.

But from beginning to end, the four Sardinian ship girls did not launch a direct attack on Mogador and Joffre.

"tell me why?"

Xiafei spread her wings, holding the Judgment Sword, and coldly looked at Andrea and the Dragoon who shot down her carrier-based aircraft. Puzzlement flashed in her eyes, and she asked again:
"Look at the aura of disaster around you! Don't you know what Marco Polo is doing?"

"No, we know it very well, so we have to stop you."

But what moved Joffre was that Andrea gave her a sad smile:

"Ms. Joffre, you should have learned from Monsieur Clemenceau the purpose of Lord Marco Polo's action, right?"

In response to Andrea's question, Joffre answered without hesitation:

"She's going to perform a crazy ritual to summon the 'god' to come."

The arc-shaped ship-mounted anti-aircraft firepower on Andrea's side continued, but a gloomy look rose in his eyes:
"But have you ever thought about who the 'God' that Marco Polo believes in is?"

Hearing Andrea's words, Xiafei's pupils suddenly shrank, and the speed of the carrier-based aircraft in the sky that was about to break through the anti-aircraft firepower network also slowed down a bit.

Andrea's sad words continued:
"Mr. Marco Polo is the planned ship brought into the world by the commander himself. He is also the only person who understands her and pampers her, besides Mr. Clemenceau.

"The 'god' she wanted to summon through the ritual was actually our commander!"

After hearing the truth from Andrea, even though he was a cold angel of judgment, Xiafei still couldn't believe his ears:

"This, this is impossible..."

"That is the truth, Miss Joffre!"

The dragoon also said in a resolute and sonorous voice:
“Since learning that the commander who returned to the port had absorbed the invisible breath of the sacred tree of the Sakura tree, Lord Marco Polo has been worried about the commander!
“No one knows better than Lord Marco Polo, who was once controlled by the Omen, what kind of horrible monsters those so-called Category V threats are!

"Coupled with the information that Shinano told Commander Veneto in a dream that he went to Natlan alone, Lord Marco Polo finally decided to use the 'Summoning God' ritual to summon the commander directly here!"

Sardinian destroyer Loli's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Joffre's heart hard. Andrea saw Joffre standing there, so he said in a sad tone:
"You know what, Miss Joffre.

“Just this afternoon, Lady Marco Polo said that she could no longer sense the Commander’s presence.

"The wreckage of the Nightmare Fleet that we had collected, which was stained with corrosive energy, also disappeared out of thin air, as if it had been wiped out from the source...

"Do you know what this means... We are still a step late... Gwow..."

Hearing Andrea say this in a crying voice, Joffre's face was filled with fear, and he trembled and collapsed on the sea.

"No... You must be deceiving me. The commander would never..."

Even though she said she didn't believe it, crystal clear tears were already sliding down the face of Iris's aircraft carrier judgement angel.

With her understanding of her commander, she could guess what decision the commander would make to protect them.

The sadness that emerged from her magic cube's origin continued to confirm this.

“Although I don’t know how Lord Marco Polo gathered and summoned these Category V threat pollutions.

"But please let her go crazy one last time. Just treat it as her last act of willfulness..."

Tears also slid down the face of the dragoon, and the strong blonde Sardinian destroyer Loli made the final plea on behalf of Andrea.

Looking at the black air waves surging around him, Xia Fei closed his eyes in despair.

What is the meaning of a world without a commander for them?

On the other side, Mogador, with the help of ship equipment to increase speed, has rushed to the sea surface only a few hundred meters away from the cruise ship.

The air around her was filled with a strong corrosive smell that made her frown. The black air vortex above her continuously released dark blue energy lightning that struck the sea beside her.

There is no doubt that Marco Polo's mirror sea built on the basis of the maze is already shaky and will not last long.

Mogador looked up and could already see the tall, graceful figure with long blue hair floating above the cruise ship.

Marco Polo, a UP41 battleship belonging to the Sardinian Empire.

This battleship girl, who has always been flamboyant and proud, now seems like a true messenger of God standing proudly in the world.

The dark green Sardinian military skirt and long hair fluttered in the black airflow. Marco Polo, hanging between the whirlpool and the cruise ship, had his eyes closed and seemed to be chanting some kind of spell at high speed.

The black air currents gathered from the surroundings and surrounded Marco Polo, making this Sardinian battleship ship girl seem like a link between the sky and the cruise ship.

On the deck of the cruise ship, many barbarians were holding up items that the commander had used in the past and chirping noisily.

"Sister Mogador! Get out of here! It's too dangerous here!"

Southwest Wind's anxious voice sounded from behind, leaving Mogador no time to think too much.

"Tsk! This is crazy! Marco Polo, do you know what kind of existence you are summoning?
"Even if it's for the commander, I will perform this ceremony on you..."

The purple-haired Iris-powered girl was about to jump up and pull Marco Polo out of the black airflow.

But the next second, she felt her heart suddenly palpitate, causing her pupils to shrink sharply.

Not only Mogador, but also the Mistral and Southwest Winds behind her, as well as Andrea, Dragoon and Joffre, all suddenly looked up at the deep air vortex in the sky.

The deep blue energy lightning continued to tear apart the mirror-like sea, and even the originally dark air vortex seemed to be dyed blue.

"It's all in vain——"

A low, vicissitudes of life voice seemed to transcend dimensions and planes, echoing and exploding from all directions.

Along with this vicissitudes of life voice, two huge dragon claws formed by black air currents emerged from the vortex of air currents in the sky, as if grasping the wall of the world.

(End of this chapter)