Bismarck bent feebly, pestle the ground with the trembling sword in his hand, gasping for breath, sweat with a scorching breath running down her cheeks, leaving a little water stain on the broken floor, and the broken droplets of water reflected her helpless countenance.

Yourself, are you going to lose? She turned her head slightly, looked at the embarrassed appearance reflected on the blade, and grinned bitterly. Sure enough, there is still a big gap between herself and Yamato, she can easily defeat herself, and she can also make Yamato, who always has a contemptuous smile in front of her, show a serious look. And with the talent bonus of the Admiral, she can even easily defeat the opponent and break through the opponent's thick armor with her main cannon.

And he can't hurt the other party at all, such a self...... It's so weak that it's useless. Bismarck struggled to get up slowly, and looked at the other with a trembling smile.

"Do you want to keep going?" Yamato shrugged his shoulders lightly, saying that he hadn't used his full strength at all. "Bismarck, I told you before, except for Yamato, none of the rest of your town guards can make me feel the slightest pleasure in fighting." She shook her head, lowered her head and gently stroked the long knife in her hand with her hand, the sharp blade slowly slashed through her fingertips, and her purple eyes flashed with a cold glow.

"yes, what you said is true, I can't refute it." Bismarck replied, "But the only thing I can't agree with is your attitude towards battle, full of contempt and indifference, which is simply arrogant to the extreme. She gritted her teeth and said the last few words, and the other party's contemptuous appearance made her very unhappy, but now she has no ability to change.

The former flagship killer finally showed his powerless side in front of Yamato, the flagship of the deep-sea delusion fleet.

"It's not arrogance, it's just confidence in your own strength." Yamato replied with a smile, his smile revealing pity for Bismarck. "Okay, the warm-up exercise should also be over, or complete the king's task as soon as possible, and finding your admiral is the most important thing." As she spoke, she set off to leave, ignoring Bismarck, who was extremely tired in front of her, and crossed over to her side.

"Stand...... Stop, I'm still ...... Haven't lost yet. Bismarck grabbed Yamato's wrist feebly, trying to use the last of his strength to keep the abominable deep sea and give his admiral a little more time.

"Haven't lost yet? Do you still have the strength to fight? Yamato didn't look back, just waved his hand violently, trying to shake off the difficult ship's mother. But something unexpected happened, and those hands that trembled slightly and showed weakness actually wrapped around her stubbornly and were not thrown away.

"Sure enough, the fool is back." Bismarck smiled helplessly, but those tired eyes were as calm as the waves of the lake, revealing depth. She slowly stood up, and once again grasped the sword she was about to give up, and the aura that was about to be extinguished burned like a flame again, even more powerful than before.

If Bismarck was just a wooden boat in the middle of the sea, rising and falling on the tumbling sea. Then now she is a giant ship that rides the wind and waves, and the sharp bow of the ship directly pierces all the wind and waves, and she stands in the bow of the boat, wielding a knife to the front.

"A strange and familiar breath?" Yamato frowned slightly, she had never felt a crisis, and for the first time, she showed a solemn look. She could already clearly feel an aura of incomparably dangerous being rapidly approaching, just like the last time she had broken her up.

Yamato? Is she back? Yamato wondered in his mind. Although she never wanted to destroy the ship's mother, the other party always treated all this as a real battle. Yamato was in charge of taking the foolish admiral away, and the rest of the shipwrecks were in charge of delaying time, and everything seemed to have been prepared for a long time.

Therefore, Yamato is the one who is least likely to come back, because she is destined to be responsible for the safety of her own admiral from the moment she leaves, and she is also destined not to turn back. But at this moment, the most unlikely existence appeared clearly around him, and the familiar and fierce aura was like a beast with rage, rushing towards him on the surface of the sea.

The whole world seemed to change because of her, and she felt a little terrible. Could it be that the last Yamato didn't use all her strength at all, and at this moment she is the demon who unveiled her face?

Yamato looked out the window in disbelief as a cannonball swept across the sea at high speed like a falcon eagle heading straight for him, a sharp bullet and an arrow that cut through all obstacles. The calm sea also began to become turbulent, and the sea water swept by the strong air currents into a whirlpool and swept through the sea like a tornado.

Yamato quickly unleashed his shield, the long purple knife in his hand straight ahead, trying to block the bombardment of the challenge. She knew that Yamato was not far away, and that this cannonball was nothing more than a silent warning to herself, telling herself that she was back, with her own admiral, with angry flames, with an unstoppable force, announcing her death as an avenger.

The cannonballs pierced the glass windows in front of them with precision, and the broken residues like broken petals swayed in the sunlight, and the crisp sound resounded throughout the town guard's mansion. The curtain of water turned into a sharp spear and stabbed straight at the shield in front of Yamato's eyes. The most powerful offense and the defense in front of them began to collide with each other, and the ending was not as balanced as imagined, but ended like a devastating one.

The cannonball passed through Yamato's line without any hindrance, colliding directly with the long knife in her hand. A huge shockwave spread rapidly towards the surroundings. At the same time, cobweb-like cracks began to appear in the ground, which continued to expand, revealing the brown material underneath.

In an instant, the smoke and dust enveloped the entire restaurant, and the scene that appeared after the smoke slowly cleared gave Lexington hope of victory.

Yamato was half-kneeling, a huge pit appeared under her feet, a huge wound appeared on her right arm, and blood flowed like a stream, and the long purple knife lay limply beside her. Her long, slender white legs were mercilessly cut by the splash of debris, and red blood began to flow down her kneeling knees. The face that had been confident at the beginning also showed a few small scratches, and the oozing crimson combined with the hideousness on her face made her look like a witch of pain.

Yamato was defeated without any suspense, and even lost any combat ability altogether. At this time, she was like meat waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board, and Yamato, who stepped on the ruined ground and slowly entered, was the extremely sharp knife that wanted to chop her completely.