Chapter 1372 Marco Polo's "God"

Seeing such a horrifying scene, Xiafei and Mogador took a breath and instinctively aimed their ship equipment and weapons at the four Sardinian companions who were also stunned.

Xiafei's voice also became cold, and he released a series of carrier-based aircraft to take off, and asked:

"What is Marco Polo doing! With the experience of the Expo, don't you know what these black corrosive substances represent?"

"Get out of the way!"

Compared to Xiafei's questioning, Mogador did not hesitate to pick up the axe and rushed towards the cruise ship.

"Boom!"

However, before Mogador rushed out a few meters, an explosion of a naval gun exploded in front of Mogador.

Although the explosion at this distance did not cause any damage to Mogador, the air wave of the explosion and the attitude of the gun display made Mogador stop and look at the dragoon in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, Sister Mogador."

The little loli of the Sardinian destroyer with short curly blonde hair put down the musket in her hand that was emitting smoke and was the embodiment of her own ship-mounted weapon, and her tone was full of determination and apology:

"But please don't interrupt the ceremony of Lord Marco Polo..."

"Huh!"

But before the dragoon finished speaking, the purple-haired Iris destroyer girl holding an axe suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, the dragoon could only catch a dark purple phantom flashing past her side.

"Carrier-based aircraft! Intercept Xiafei's carrier-based aircraft! Northwest Wind and Southwest Wind, go and intercept Mogador!"

After countless exercises and side-by-side battles in the port area, Andrea knew Mogador's strength, and his face instantly became extremely ugly.

As the Iris camp with the most destroyers, Mogador is even more of a legend on the sea, and all combat values ​​are by no means comparable to ordinary destroyer children.

"Ah? Me, us?"

"Don't be dazed, Southwest Wind, follow me!"

Amid the roar of the anti-aircraft guns, the cute Southwest Wind, who had not yet reacted, was dragged by her sister Northwest Wind to chase Mogador.

However, from beginning to end, the four Sardinian ship girls did not directly attack Mogador and Xiafei.

"Tell me, why?"

Xiafei spread her wings, holding the sword of judgment, coldly looked at Andrea and the dragoon who shot down her carrier-based aircraft, with a deep puzzlement in her eyes, and asked again:

"Look at the disaster atmosphere around! Don't you know what Marco Polo is doing?"

"No, it's because we know it very well, so we have to stop you."

But what moved Xiafei was that Andrea gave her a sad smile:

"Miss Xiafei, you should have heard from Lord Clemenceau about Marco Polo. But what is the purpose of Lord Marco Polo's action this time? "

Faced with Andrea's question, Xiafei answered without hesitation:

"She wants to summon the crazy ritual of the 'God' to descend."

Andrea's arc-shaped ship-mounted anti-aircraft firepower on his side continued, but a gloomy color rose in his eyes:

"But have you ever thought about who the 'God' she believes in is for Lord Marco Polo?"

Hearing Andrea's words, Xiafei's pupils suddenly shrank, and the speed of the carrier-based aircraft in the sky that was about to break through the anti-aircraft firepower network also slowed down a bit.

Andrea's sad words continued:

"Lord Marco Polo is the solution ship brought to the world by the commander himself, and he is also the only person who understands her and pampers her except Mr. Clemenceau.

"The 'God' she wants to summon through the ceremony is actually our commander! "

After hearing the truth from Andrea, even though he was a cold angel of judgment, Xiafei still couldn't believe his ears:

"This, this is impossible..."

"That's the truth, Miss Xiafei!"

The dragoon also said loudly and resolutely:

"Since learning that the commander who returned to the port absorbed the invisible breath in the sacred tree of the heavy cherry blossoms, Lord Marco Polo has been worried about the commander!

"No one knows better than Lord Marco Polo, who was once controlled by the bad omen, what kind of terrifying monsters those so-called Class V threats are!

"In addition, Shinano told the commander Veneto in a dream that he went to Natlan alone, so Lord Marco Polo finally decided to summon the commander directly here through the "summoning god" ceremony!"

The words of the Sardinian destroyer Loli were like a heavy hammer, hitting Xiafei's heart hard.

Andrea saw Xiafei staying where she was, so she said in a sad tone:

"You know, Miss Xiafei.

"Just this afternoon, Lord Marco Polo said that she could not feel any trace of the commander's presence.

"The wreckage of the nightmare fleet that we originally collected with corrosive energy also disappeared out of thin air, as if it was wiped out from the root...

"Do you know what this means... We are still a step late... Gurgle..."

Hearing Andrea's crying voice, Xiafei's face was full of fear, and he trembled and collapsed on the sea.

"No... You must be deceiving me, the commander, he, he would not..."

Even though she said she didn't believe it, crystal clear tears had already fallen from the face of Iris's aircraft carrier Judgment Angel.

With her understanding of her own commander, it was easy to guess what kind of choice the commander would make to protect them.

The sadness that emerged from her magic cube source continued to confirm this point.

"Although I don't know how Lord Marco Polo gathered and summoned these Class V threat pollutions.

"But, please let her go crazy for the last time, just as she willfully for the last time..."

Tears also slid down the face of the dragoon, and the strong blonde Sardinian destroyer Loli made the final plea for Andrea.

Looking at the black air waves rolling around, Xiafei also closed her eyes in despair.

What is the meaning of a world without a commander for them?

On the other side, Mogador, who was accelerated by the ship's equipment, had already rushed to the sea surface only a few hundred meters away from the cruise ship.

The air around her was filled with a strong corrosive atmosphere that made her frown, and the black air vortex above continued to release dark blue energy lightning to strike the sea surface beside her.

There is no doubt that Marco Polo's mirror sea area built on the basis of the maze, It is already shaky and can't hold on for long.

Mogador looked up and could already see the tall and graceful figure with long blue hair floating above the cruise ship.

The UP41 battleship of the Sardinian Empire, Marco Polo.

This battleship girl, who has always been outspoken and proud, is now like a true messenger of God standing proudly in the world.

The dark green Sardinian military skirt and long hair fluttered in the black airflow. Marco Polo, hanging between the vortex and the cruise ship, closed his eyes and seemed to be chanting some kind of spell at high speed.

The black airflow gathered from the surroundings surrounded Marco Polo, making this Sardinian battleship girl like a link between the sky and the cruise ship.

On the deck of the cruise ship, many barbarians were holding up the items that the commander used in the past, chirping noisily.

"Sister Mogador! Get out of here! It's too dangerous here! "

The anxious voice of Southwest Wind sounded from behind, leaving Mogador no time to think too much.

"Tsk! It's crazy! Marco Polo, do you know what kind of existence you are summoning?

"Even if it's for the commander, I have to do this ceremony for you..."

The purple-haired Iris Grand Driver girl was about to jump up and pull Marco Polo out of the black airflow.

But the next second, she felt a sudden throbbing in her heart, causing her pupils to shrink.

Not only Mogador, but also Northwest Wind and Southwest Wind behind her, as well as Andrea, Dragoon and Xiafei, all suddenly looked up at the deep air vortex in the sky.

The dark blue energy lightning kept tearing the mirror sea, and even the originally dark air vortex seemed to be dyed blue.

"All in vain--"

A low and vicissitudes of life voice seemed to cross dimensions and planes, echoing and exploding from all directions.

Along with this vicissitudes of life voice, two huge dragon claws formed by black air currents emerged from the vortex of air currents in the sky, as if grasping the wall of the world.