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"Something's not right... How could this be!" Warspite's face instantly turned extremely ugly, his heart filled with disbelief and astonishment.

She has always had absolute confidence in her abilities as the prototype ship girl, because, in general, the prototype ship girl's stats far exceed those of the clone ship girl.

However, at this moment, she found that her efforts were being suppressed by the other party!

It's important to understand that the reason why the prototype ship girls inspire such deep fear in humans is not only because of their powerful data advantages, but also because of their unique skills.

These factors made the prototype ship girls almost invincible on the battlefield, making them a fearsome presence.

But now, as time ticks by, Warspite realizes that his opponent's swordsmanship is becoming increasingly sharp and deadly.

Every swing of his sword was aimed at killing her, showing no intention of holding back.

This ruthless attack put war-weary under unprecedented pressure.

"What exactly is that black sword? Why does it have such terrifying power?" Warspite desperately tried to defend against the opponent's attacks while rapidly thinking of a countermeasure.

Finally, she spotted an opening and used all her strength to leap backward, creating some distance between herself and Mie Zhan. At this point, she decided to temporarily abandon this strange and dangerous contest.

Just as Warspite had gained a foothold, an old Royal Navy captain outside the competition area was closely watching the thrilling scene in the distance through his binoculars.

The sea was turbulent, as if a natural disaster had struck, with huge waves constantly crashing against the shore.

"The prototype ship girls haven't made a move in so long that many people have forgotten that they are war machines that only humanoid sirens can contend with."

Amidst the chaos, Warspite struggled to steady himself, gripping his sword tightly, not daring to relax for a moment, his eyes fixed on Mitterbringer not far away.

At this moment, Mie Zhan stood silently on the sea like a demon god.

She raised her right hand high, holding the black one-handed sword that radiated golden flames, its tip pointing diagonally to the sky, as if announcing her rage to the whole world.

"I am the Emperor's Blade! I am the Wrath of the God-Emperor!" (High Gothic words)

At that moment, Mie Zhan was completely immersed in the vast sword intent contained within that mysterious black sword.

Her consciousness seemed to travel through time and space, personally witnessing one thrilling battle after another, seeing one emperor champion after another fight bloody battles and life-or-death struggles.

The combat experience accumulated over thousands of years, like a surging torrent, continuously flooded into Mie Zhan's mind, impacting her consciousness.

Warspite, who had been watching nervously from the sidelines, stared wide-eyed at Mitterrand with a look of utter astonishment.

With his eyes wide open, Mie Zhan roared, "No mercy! No compassion!"

The sudden roar caused the surrounding air to tremble.

Immediately afterwards, Mie Zhan flashed forward like a cannonball, charging towards Yan Zhan with unparalleled momentum.

Faced with this scene, Warspite couldn't help but feel puzzled, thinking to himself, "How could she shout that out here... Has she lost her mind? We're comrades!"

However, the situation was critical, leaving no time for war-weariness to dwell on it. She quickly gripped the hilt of her sword with both hands, held it horizontally in front of her chest, and prepared to meet the overwhelming and fierce attack from the enemy.

A deafening roar echoed through the sky.

The black sword in Mischief's hand clashed fiercely with the sword of Warspite, instantly bursting forth with dazzling sparks.

The powerful impact forcefully deflected Warspite's sword, startling her, but she remained calm.

At the critical moment, she made a decisive decision and immediately used the ship's equipment for defense.

However, Mie Zhan's power at this moment was beyond imagination. She was unstoppable and continued to attack fiercely.

With another crisp "crack," the Warspite's turret was cleaved in two by the Miser's sword, sending metal fragments flying everywhere.

Fortunately, the destroyed turret bought the war-weary people valuable time to take cover.

Warspite, who barely dodged the sword strike, was drenched in cold sweat. She hadn't provoked Donghuang before! Was this meant to kill her?!

"The battle is over!" Queen Elizabeth rushed to stop the escalating conflict. If the two continued fighting like this, the nearby coastal cities would be flooded.

Upon hearing Queen Elizabeth's voice, Warspite stopped what he was doing, but Warspite could still see the burning rage in her eyes.

"Won't she beat up the Queen too?" Warspite swallowed hard.

After the storm subsided briefly, the ship girls who were watching also saw the situation of the two.

The warspite's tattered rigging and bloodstains told them who had won; this was the first time in history that a clone ship girl had defeated its original counterpart.

"She really has the ability to create miracles," King George V sighed.

"You're wrong. From the very beginning, Miscon has been a prototype ship girl." Nagato was also looking forward to Miscon's performance.

"Huh?" The Royal Navy ship girls and the Sakura Empire ship girls who came with Nagato both expressed their doubts. There isn't only one prototype ship girl in the world.

"You were trying to kill me just now, weren't you! Right?!" Warspite, who had relaxed, could no longer calm down and questioned him.

“I was just sensing the sword intent of this sword.” After calming down, Mie Zhan released the black sword, which returned to its original size and then hovered behind him. “I will reimburse you for the repair costs.”

"How did you do that?" Warspite looked at the black sword behind Despair, and the more he looked, the more something seemed wrong.

"What?" Mie Zhan stepped back onto land on the water.

"Is that black sword a product of the Sirens?" Warspite asked seriously.

“No, it’s a human creation.” Desperate Warfare tossed the black sword to Warspite. “And right now, only I can use it.”

Warspite caught the ridiculously large sword and examined it closely.

The sword was made of a material she had never seen before, and she could feel its rejection of her.

"The will of this sword rejected me?" This was the first time Warspite had ever seen such a magical artifact.

The distant Mischievous Warrior smiled. This black sword would no longer be wielded by the Emperor Champion; it would only recognize the Chosen One.

And she, the one who hates war, is the first owner of this black sword. Her status is that of the champion chosen by the gods.

Not to mention, in order to prevent some yellow-skinned creature from falling into corruption, Tarachin also helped Kil'zaj complete the modification of the Black Sword.

“It will only recognize the One Chosen One, and it will not recognize any other Lord before its master dies.” Miszar placed a towel on Warspite’s head and wiped her face and hair.

"You believe in God?" Warspite was speechless. Aren't you a ship girl from the Eastern Empire? How did you get involved with the Vichy Church?

“If God is useful, why not believe in Him?” Mischief wiped the face of war-weariness and added, “Except for evil gods.”