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"What a coincidence......"

In the quiet hot spring, there is nothing but the sound of the water, and there is an oppressive atmosphere, and no one wants to talk even if they try to talk.

"yes...... What a coincidence. ”

The girl with the long chestnut-colored hair looked back slightly, and replied slightly through the hazy mist.

"Today, it's time to return, the war is completely over."

Yes, the road in the waters of Kuah Island has been completely paved, and here, known as the Iron Bottom Bay, will eventually become a thing of the past, and the recovered bases will become the new outposts of humanity, and the damage to the combined fleet is only the retirement of a few destroyers, and a few ships that are broken and destroyed are a commander killed in battle.

Judging by the numbers, this war is undoubtedly a big victory.

Although it took several months, the amount of resources, ammunition, and countless other consumables consumed was huge.

But the victory in exchange is enough to ensure the stability of mankind for a period of time.

At least in the eyes of most people, this war was won and worth it.

For a few, or rather, for a specific certain fleet, this battle does not make any sense.

Because of the loss of important people, there is no meaning at all, no matter how big the victory, for the girl with chestnut hair and long hair, it is like the fog in this hot spring, it is a bubble, it is just disillusionment.

"The base camp decided to add the first class military merit of Admiral Lokat with the rank of major general, at least ...... It can put the Heroic Spirit at ease. ”

The ponytail woman on the side said lightly, without any emotion in her eyes, or rather, it was as if the emotional function was blocked.

However, for the Southern Cross fleet, for King Kong, whether it was Dafeng or the Sixth Expulsion Team, or for the subordinate Admiral Qingfeng, this additional honor was not what they wanted to see at all.

This useless honor is not what they want.

What they want to see is that the man they are familiar with is wearing a pure white military uniform, waiting for the podium with a confident smile, and winning the honor with his own hands.

Instead of leaving not even a single bone behind, and accepting this false honor with relics.

"Why...... Why the hell are you going to this war...... Admiral. ”

King Kong picked up a handful of spring water and gently patted it on his face.

But even so, I can't wash away the tears that I shed.

Although, probably, maybe.

Maybe that's where the man ends, maybe that's what he's looking forward to?

Unknown.

However, the only thing King Kong knows is that he still loves that man, and that's it.

Why, on the other hand, did not stop the success at that time?

Like a slideshow, King Kong repeats that image in his head.

After the blows of multiple fleets, the huge deep-sea alien warship was already dilapidated and powerless to fight back.

Just as everyone was about to make the final blow, the huge hull suddenly bloomed with dazzling red light, like a red sun about to appear on the horizon.

Then, the exploding red light gradually turned into a blazing white light, engulfing everything in the blink of an eye, and the impact of the explosion shattered, and the Locat, who was on the ship, disappeared into the dazzling white light.

If it is said that Lokat and King Kong escaped a certain death through the Corridor of the Two.

But this time there was no call from the Second Corridor, and there was no such good luck.

Even if the hot spring water is too warm, King Kong's current body does not feel any more, and the coldness in his heart cannot be expelled by the warmth from outside.

"Admiral...... Woo...... Ahh ”

The sound of choking finally turned into a terrible cry and tears that burst the embankment, and the face full of laughter was now only a sad expression.

The same girl with chestnut hair was sitting on the beach, looking at the sunset that was about to set, and she didn't say anything for a long time.

Maybe you're used to parting, or maybe you're really not good at expressing sad feelings?

Or maybe he was expecting that the next second, the figure with long green hair would appear next to him and tell himself that he was just joking.

With her hands around her knees, her overly petite body curled up like this, and after a long time, the girl finally spoke.

"I like you...... Locatel Prada, my Admiral...... Really, why couldn't this kind of thing be said sooner...... Honestly express it......"

The voice eventually became trembling, although there was no sound of crying.

"What color do you have in your eyes......

The voice seemed to be babbling, it seemed to sigh, it seemed to lament.

"If you want me to be blue, I'll entrust you with the sky......"

The voice of the cappella echoes on the shoreline, and the cold voice is full of longing for the lover and mourning for the deceased.

The girl watched the setting sun, hugged her body, and sang softly.

Although she was well aware that his sacrifice was only the last number in the history of mankind, for her, it was a love affair that had not yet come to fruition.

Open your eyes.

It's darkness, boundless darkness, it's cold darkness.

It was as if even the bone marrow was going to solidify, as if even the heart was going to freeze.

If this is hell, there is no doubt that this is hell.

His last memories are of the sky that was gradually obscured by the white light, and the sound of the waves in his ears.

A Lotte girl in a shrine maiden costume、A little girl in a tight costume-

Ships of steel, waves and seas.

Broken memories are like old slides, splicing and flashing in the mind of the being named Locatel Prada.

However, all this is gradually distorted, black and white.

It's like shaking water, and everything returns to a deep black.

Confused, unwilling, or something swirling in my head.

"You're mine...... Locatel Prada, what an interesting memory. ”

Something cold and soft clinged to his body, and a deep malice quickly enveloped the only light left of Locat.

"At your service...... Your Majesty, Princess. ”

The one who has awakened again has been entangled in darkness, impregnated with a frenzied will, and the black steel has become his dependent.

However, that ray of green light still lurks in the deep darkness and has never been extinguished.

PS: To make up for yesterday's update, at this point, the second season is completely over, the plot of Iron Bottom Bay is over, and the whole is beginning to transition towards the third season.

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