Elder brother's garrison

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Frederick the Great looked up at Montana and saw that the shield on Montana was burning fiercely, radiating a light like the sun.

The light was extravagant and dazzling.

Montana... has he chosen to retract the nanomachines into the flame shield?

……

Frederick the Great charged forward expressionlessly, but in the blink of an eye, she had already broken through hundreds of chains and arrived in front of Montana.

Frederick the Great approached Montana, and the ship's main guns behind him turned and aimed at Montana's body.

A terrifying atmosphere began to brew.

Facing the eerie flames emanating from the main cannon so close at hand, Montana, shrouded in a flame shield, showed no fear whatsoever.

next moment.

Montana put his hands behind his back.

The fire shield seemed to sense something and vanished instantly.

Frederick the Great was taken aback.

Montana's fire shield... hadn't thickened at all. In fact, her fire shield had already dissipated, and what had been enveloping Montana from the beginning was merely a layer of fake flames.

She... hadn't actually incorporated the nanomachines into the shield?

Where did her nanomachines go?

Frederick the Great looked at Montana, who was exposed before him, completely defenseless, and seemed capable of being severely damaged with a single shot.

However, before Frederick the Great could figure it out...

Followed by.

Montana, with nothing to hide, bent slightly, then withdrew her arm that had been reaching behind her hip, and raised it like lightning, thrusting it straight at Frederick the Great, who was right in front of her!

嗡叁

puff! !

A dull sound.

The sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out.

Frederick the Great's crimson gaze narrowed, and she slowly stopped in her tracks, staring ahead with her eyes wide open.

Before Frederick the Great, a blade was plunged into her heart, from which copious amounts of black, oily blood gushed out, cascading down in a rushing stream.

The blade extended, and Montana, on the other side, was gripping the hilt with both hands, slightly bent over, in a posture of stabbing upwards.

And she was using this military knife to stab Frederick the Great right through his body!

Frederick the Great looked down at the blade, his breath catching in his throat.

This knife... although its color is a dazzling golden yellow, its design is clearly... Xiaobai's Deep Sea Killer!

With a loud bang, the ship's rigging behind Frederick the Great shifted its cannons and fired into the waters beside him.

boom!

The water surface burst open, sending sprays of water more than ten meters high.

Montana gripped the hilt of his knife and with a swish, withdrew the blade from Frederick the Great's heart.

puff--

Frederick the Great swayed twice, took two steps back, clutched his chest, and black blood flowed continuously from between his fingers.

Frederick the Great bent slightly and took a couple of breaths.

The wound healed in just a few seconds.

Frederick the Great raised his head and looked at Montana, who was pointing the Deep Sea Killer's blade at his side. For a moment, his gaze was somewhat lost in thought, and then it became complicated.

"...She gave you...the knife?"

Frederick the Great, his face pale, clutched his chest and asked expressionlessly.

"Hmm? You mean this?" Montana raised her saber, looked at the pale-faced Frederick the Great, then smiled slightly as if she understood something, before tossing the blade aside. "You misunderstand, it's not like that. The Admiral's sword isn't something someone like me can just use casually."

The golden deep-sea assassin spun in mid-air, then transformed into flames and returned to Montana's body.

"This is just a fake I temporarily created using almost all of my nanomechanicals," Montana said, looking at the flames in her hand. She raised her finger, the golden flames flickering on it. "I've also been attacked by the Admiral's Deepsea Killer, and not just once, so I know the suffocating and terrifying feeling of being pierced by its blade. It's because I've experienced it firsthand that I was able to perfectly replicate that weapon in such a short time... Although the Deepsea Killer I copied is only perfect in appearance and intimidation, at best it's a clumsy imitation using the same ship-mounted metal. Compared to the Admiral's incredibly powerful original, it's just a counterfeit product that has the form but not the spirit."

At this point, Montana shrugged, looked at Frederick the Great, who was clutching his chest and whose complexion had recovered somewhat, and said with a smile.

"But for you, even if it's just a deep-sea killer with only the appearance, that's enough, right?"

Montana raised his hand and clenched it in the air.

Golden flames gathered in Montana's hand, transforming into a golden deep-sea killer.

"It's still a ship-mounted weapon, so it does deal some damage... and..."

Montana lifted the golden Deep Sea Killer and handed the hilt towards Frederick the Great.

The deep-sea aura emanating from Frederick the Great immediately let out a mournful cry, and countless small black snakes of deep-sea aura clung to Frederick the Great's body, trembling in fear.

"...It seems that the ineffectiveness of your dodging ability against the original Deep Sea Killer weapon is also present in this fake one."

Montana muttered to Frederick the Great, a rather helpless expression appearing on his face as he spoke.

Chapter 3113 Learning from a Novice is the Path to Becoming the World's Strongest

Frederick the Great gazed at Montana, and after a while, her breathing gradually calmed down.

Frederick the Great stood still and slowly lowered his blood-stained hand.

As the hand moved away from Frederick the Great's heart, the bloody hole that had once been there was now completely healed. On his flawless, snow-white skin, only the black bloodstains that had not yet dried completely, like a small stream, and his tattered military uniform soaked in blood, proved that the wound had once been there.

Frederick the Great stared silently at the Deep Sea Killer in Montana's hand.

For a moment, the atmosphere was silent and somewhat oppressive.

A true deep-sea killer, possessing the terrifying power to split Frederick the Great's body in two with a single blow.

Any form of defense is meaningless in the face of the deep-sea killer's sharp blade.

Even if the Deepsea Killer in Montana's hand is not the real thing, but merely a replica created based on her knowledge and understanding of the Deepsea Killer... this replica still almost perfectly reproduces the appearance of the Deepsea Killer in terms of shape and imposing presence.

"...How did you come up with the idea of ​​creating this knife?"

"You mean me?" Montana returned the saber to her hip and shrugged at Frederick the Great. "Well... actually, I thought of it halfway through the battle. Because your abilities are so troublesome, I wondered what kind of weapon form could truly harm you. So... remember? I asked you what you thought of the Admiral's Deepsea Killer."

"..."

“Of course, I don’t expect to be able to completely replicate the Admiral’s Deepsea Killer.” Montana said to Frederick the Great. “In the end, I was just asking myself what the strongest weapon in the world looks like.”

"Is your answer 'Deep-sea killer'?"

“That’s right, after all, I’ve been slashed by the Deepsea Killer, twice, in fact.” Montana brought up the past again, saying to Frederick the Great, “Since I was born, I’ve fought quite a few ship girls, torpedoes, naval guns, carrier-based aircraft, even missiles that can’t be seen, lasers—I’ve experienced their power firsthand. There are certainly some weapons that I find troublesome, but in the end… the weapon that truly leaves an indelible mark on me is the Admiral’s sword. That was the closest I ever came to death in my life.”

As Montana finished speaking, he once again drew his sword from behind his hip and pointed it at Frederick the Great.

“My ability… to put it simply, is to create weapons, and the knife in my hand right now is the culmination of my fear of the Deepsea Killer and my views on the most powerful weapons in the world,” Montana said to Frederick the Great. “Although it is just a knife, it is my last trump card, and also my greatest trump card.”

Montana's saber, its blade aimed at Frederick the Great.

Frederick the Great remained calm, but the deep-sea aura surrounding her seemed to scream in alarm.

Frederick the Great turned his gaze to his shoulder.

On Frederick the Great's shoulder, deep-sea energies, resembling small snakes, were crawling about, whimpering softly as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

Frederick the Great withdrew his gaze and looked at Montana.

At this moment, Montana was also looking at Frederick the Great.

"Should we continue?" Montana asked.

"Ah."

"This knife is my last resort. If you can break through its defenses, I will admit defeat."

"it is good."

A brief conversation between Frederick the Great and Montana.

The next moment, the two of them closed their eyes and took a deep breath.

boom! ! !

Frederick the Great's deep-sea aura surged rapidly, causing the surrounding water to churn violently. Frederick the Great bent over swiftly on the water's surface, then retreated like a meteor, rapidly increasing the distance between himself and Montana.

Although the fake Deepsea Killer in Montana's hands was incredibly powerful, it ultimately shared the same major flaw as the real Deepsea Killer—its attack range was too short.

If the distance is far enough, even the sharpest blade cannot harm something that cannot be cut.

And…most importantly, Montana used almost all of her nanomechanical memory to create this replica weapon. Since nanomechanical components are part of Montana's ship rigging, if all of that rigging were used to construct a weapon that doesn't actually belong to her…in other words, when creating this replica Deepsea Killer, Montana's ship rigging would cease functioning!

Montana's defensive capabilities at this moment were no different from those of an ordinary human woman.

Even with her saber in hand, she couldn't activate the Great Damage Protection.

Long-range artillery fire is effective against Montana!

In the blink of an eye, Frederick the Great had pushed the distance between herself and Montana to its limit. She swiftly raised her hand, and the ship's rigging behind her appeared, with huge cannonballs roaring as they flew towards Montana's body.

Three meteor-like shells, carrying a booming, scorching heat, accurately approached Montana.

Facing Frederick the Great, who had pulled her away, Montana did not pursue him. She held the blade in her hand, a faint smile on her lips.

That's right...

Get away.

This is indeed the most correct way to fight against melee weapons.

Is this Frederick the Great's battle plan against the Deepsea Killer?

Montana didn't move. She gently tossed the blade in her hand, and it spun in the air before turning into flames that enveloped Montana's body.

The fire shield has regenerated!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Three dark shells struck Montana squarely, creating fierce air currents and waves in all directions.

However, after the wave subsided, Montana emerged unharmed.

“Although the replica of the Deepsea Killer consumed almost all of my nanotech resources, as long as I deactivate the Deepsea Killer, I can use the freed-up nanotech resources to create a 100% fire shield. This kind of quick switching operation is not difficult for me.” Montana, burning with golden flames, looked at Frederick the Great in the distance. “If you want to win, you can’t just keep your distance from me all the time… After all, your artillery fire can only harm me when it is fired at point-blank range, even though I am protected by the fire shield.”

In order to win, Montana once had to put himself in danger.

At this point, the two poles reverse.

If Frederick the Great wanted to win the exercise, he had no choice but to close the distance and put himself within the attack range of the deep-sea killer.

Frederick the Great, watching Montana from afar, remained silent.

Frederick the Great seems to be considering a solution.

However, in the instant Frederick the Great was lost in thought...

With a loud bang, a powerful explosion rang out from ahead.

Ripples spread across the water beneath our feet.

Frederick the Great subconsciously snapped back to reality and looked up ahead.

The next second, Frederick the Great's eyes narrowed.

Montana, who was originally still at the maximum distance, suddenly appeared in front of him like a cannonball, burning with golden flames and carrying intense heat.

Hi! I'm here!

Montana stretched her right hand to her left hip, and the flames on her body surged rapidly towards her right hand, instantly condensing into a golden, dazzling military knife.

Brush——児

Montana swung his saber, using the speed behind him to slash at Frederick the Great.

Frederick the Great's deep-sea aura became chaotic.