Again, all battleships.

It is also the main combat power level of the ship.

Fuso and Yamashiro were no threat to the Prince of Wales.

Less than five minutes into the firing range, Yamashiro was the first to be hit by the Prince of Wales with a 406 mm caliber gun.

The huge explosion instantly caused a terrifying wound on the deck of the battleship Yamashiro, and the entire upper deck of the battleship was chopped off like cheese.

In terms of the accuracy of the shells, the old battleships, which have inherent differences, cannot be compared with the cutting-edge big sisters in any case.

What's more, the level gap between the two ship mothers is as big as a heaven and earth.

It can be said that the eldest brother is not serious yet.

With a slap in the hand, the battleship Yamashiro was beaten to the point of vomiting blood.

Yamashiro then took the turn of the Fuso, who was more tragically hit by multiple shells than her sister.

406 mm oversized caliber shells for the main gun.

The few cutting-edge battleships that are used have very few heavy bomb formulas for equipment.

Heavy bullets roared out from the main guns of the black giant ship, whizzing across the sky, and slammed into the battleship Fuso.

Heavy bomb attacks are parabolic and designed to avoid the thick side armor of enemy ships falling directly from the deck for destruction.

With the thickness of the Fuso's dome armor, it was simply not able to defend itself against attacks from the Prince of Wales.

Intercept?

That's a joke.

The Prince of Wales is a legendary rank.

The power and speed of her shells are far beyond conventional concepts.

Not to mention whether Fuso can lock onto the Prince of Wales' shells for air defense interception, what if she mobilizes anti-aircraft firepower?

The shells from the pitch-black giant ship on the sea were like heavy knights of steel, carrying thousands of pounds of impact towards the battleship Fuso, ignoring the thin anti-aircraft fire and tearing through the fragile armor.

The loud bang was followed by a tumbling flame mass in the sky.

The sheer force made the 30,000-ton Fuso battleship almost seem to be cut in two.

Of the two so-called super-crossbow-class battleships, Yamashiro was almost hit by one shell, and Fuso was directly hit and paralyzed by four shells!

The Prince of Wales.

It's terrifying......

This is just the result of the big brother's reservations.

After defeating the Yamashiro and Fuso, the other ships in the Beth Town Guard Mansion were so frightened that they didn't even have the courage to step forward.

They watched the Prince of Wales approach step by step, and watched the unimaginable 80,000-ton giant-class pitch-black battleship slowly pass in front of them like a deep-sea monster.

Stand on the respective hull decks.

The distance within reach allows both parties to clearly see each other's mental projections.

The shipwives of the Dowling Town Guard Mansion saw the one-eyed girl on the super battleship that was as black as a war fortress.

Tall and tall.

Indifferent temperament.

A cold and brutal black blindfold.

The Prince of Wales was full of pressure.

All it takes is one look, even if the delicate blindfold covers half of it.

At that glance, all the shipwives, including Fuso and Yamashiro, lowered their intentions and expressed their respect for the superiors.

The pressure of the legendary ship girl is enough to be described as the high-level blood deterrence of the lower level of the blood clan, so mysterious that people can't have a sense of resistance.

After a symbolic battle.

The two sides remained calm silently.

The shipwreck of the Dowling Town Guard did not dare to speak, and the Prince of Wales said disdainfully.

Quietly on the sea, they staggered past each other and drifted away!

20 km from the resource point.

An ideal range for land attacks.

The battleship Prince of Wales' five quadruple main guns turned in unison.

People who have not experienced that era can't understand what kind of psychological pressure that scene brought to the ship girls at that time.

406 mm caliber.

Quadruple mounted main gun.

Five turrets!

When they are all done, turn to lock onto the target.

The strongest attack of the era was enough to make the ship's mother, who understood the horror of that scene, shudder.

In the explosion of heaven and earth, a roar was heard from the battleship Prince of Wales, and the main and secondary guns played a march of destruction.

After tens of seconds of flight.

The resource point was suddenly plunged into a sea of explosions.

Mountains and rocks are cracked, lives are devastated, and countless goblins are at a loss under the destruction.

The terrifying explosion can't kill these cute little creatures, and their lives may not be in the same dimensional dimension as the ship girls.

But the blast of the explosion caused the goblins to scream and be blown into the sky, tumble and fall into the sea, or smash into the hard ground and smash into a flattened one.

Of course, more of them shouted voices of unknown meaning, rolling in the sky and not falling down.

Some goblins hide themselves behind rocks with their little hats.

Then in the next explosion, he was crushed into thin paper by the stone, and he was also happy to be happy with the wind.

Some goblins can still think of it.

They pulled out wrenches and banged and pulled out hoses.

But in the process in the middle, there are goblins that are blown away, scorched or flattened at any time.

The elves don't care where their companions go, and they don't fear the earth-shattering attacks and explosions around them.

In the eyes of these cute little goblins, they only have work, they can't understand what level of adversity they are facing, and they can't understand what it means to be irresistible.

The companion was blown away and replaced by another one.

The companion was smashed flat by the building, and was dragged out to work with a puff.

The companions were blown apart, and the east and west were piled up and full of life.

Often, somewhere a leprechaun would raise its head, hula hula and gather a bunch of little ones, and then the grunt would be blown away by the blast wave.

But the next moment, as long as there is a slight gap, a large group of goblins will immediately come and chirp and prepare to rescue.

The water pipe was pulled out.

With a bang, it was all blown away.

Finally, there was a successful persistence until the launch of the water dragon to put out the fire.

Either a shock wave, or maybe a stone or a steel beam...... Babbble and take away the hapless leprechauns.

The one behind was also blown away, and the goblin in charge of extinguishing the fire in front of him immediately couldn't suppress the faucet, and the babbling was taken everywhere...... Then he did a disservice and washed away the goblins from other places.

Exploding all the way.

Roll and fly all the way.

Goblin whispers all the way.

If you don't look at the explosions in the sky, you still think the goblins are celebrating the holidays.

Whether it's explosions, impacts, stones, steel, or water rushes, the goblins are never afraid to hurt themselves if they don't take it seriously.

In their world, there is no such thing as death or danger, and there is no emotion such as sadness and fear, and there is no death in the usual sense of the word.

Heaven and earth or sword mountain and sea of fire.

You can see elves around the corner.

Only until they were finally thrown all the way into the icy sea by various external forces and accidents.

Goblins don't know feelings.

But I finally learned that there is an option called giving up.

When they find that things have reached the point where they can't save them, countless goblins on the sea will join hands to watch the fireworks.

There was quite a kind of schadenfreude of the onlookers at the scene of the disaster: "Wow~ The fire burned so big, wow~ It was so beautiful to blow up just now, wow!" Wow! Someone was blown up again, flying so far......"

A cute little image.

A cute little face with a smile on her face.

Innocent and lively, never know the quiet character.

The world of the elves is as romantic as it used to be.

But if you look closely, you can still feel a little ...... in the elated behavior of the elves watching the New Year's fireworks The sorrow of destruction.

The goblins have no feelings.

Maybe it's not nothing, but it's an emotion that humans can't understand.

They are not picky eaters, they are not sad or tearful, they do not know fear or danger, but they know how to give.

The goblins were still laughing and dancing.

Even cheering and hugging.

But gradually......

The goblins floating on the surface of the sea became thinner.

I vaguely remember that there was a group of goblins holding a group and playing in the water.

When I want to look for it again, I can't find it, maybe I can still find a lone one one grinning big mouth and stupidly looking at the smoke in the sky, or maybe I can only see a piece of cold seawater.

Elves don't die.

The center of the explosion of the shells of the main guns of the 406-mm battleship, they also only burned and flew out.

When the weight of the reef is smashed, they can also pull out their flat bodies like rubber bands under the stones, and shake them to restore their original cute little cute image.

The flying steel bars pierced and pinned them together, and the goblins could babble and babble with inexplicable moe sounds to pull themselves and their companions out.

But the elves will disappear!

When they find themselves losing the meaning of their existence.

When they find that the space they live in has been completely destroyed.

When they find themselves unable to save their homes from the devastation of fire.

Then the goblins will disappear.

One.

Two

Three.

……

One by one.

Ten out of ten.

Piece by piece.

Silently.

In the end, just as they quietly appeared and disappeared.

You don't hear the mournful cry.

Some are just the cheerful shouts of the goblins who don't know what to mean.

You don't see sad faces either.

Some are just the smiling faces of the fairies, who are pure and innocent and do not understand human feelings.

But in the end, all you can see is one goblin after another disappearing into the world.

A second ago it was still there, laughing, jumping, running.

The next second it was gone, no screams, no bloodshed, no bodies.

Destruction came with a bang.

Beneath the artillery fire was billowing flames and explosions.

Disappear silently.

The cute goblins were lost in joy.

Even if the companions around him are gone, the goblins can't feel the warmth.

They were still laughing, they were still jumping, they were still cheering.

A group of goblins hugging a group of goblins together.

A goblin wafs a goblin's little hand.

Today they are gone here.

Maybe one day in the future they will appear elsewhere.

Goblins don't die.

And there was no death either!

With the disappearance of countless fairy cuties.

On the surface of the sea, a resource island that had just been established as a human trace was submerged beneath the surface of the remaining sea.

Smoothing out an island, the mighty girl with a black blindfold on the black giant ship pulled out a sneer.

In the middle of his hand, the glass of bright red wine fell to the ground.

The Fall Deck exploded into crystal flowers.

Like the island in the sea.

"Next time, it's your town guard who will disappear!" The woman on the black background said.