Elder brother's garrison

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On the now quiet sea, Frederick the Great spoke for the first time.

Upon hearing Frederick the Great's voice, Montana raised an eyebrow and looked at Frederick the Great.

"The warm-up is over," Frederick the Great said to Montana from afar. "It's time to begin."

"..." Montana stared at Frederick the Great, then finally closed her mouth and smiled slightly at him.

boom--

On the golden sea, light shimmered.

The golden light gradually receded in the next moment.

As if summoned, the golden flames began to endlessly shrink from the sky and the sea, and the location where Frederick the Great stood began to shine like a second sun.

Frederick the Great silently gazed at the center of the "sun".

Finally, the light completely faded, and the sea returned to its normal dark color.

Montana slowly descended from mid-air to the sea surface. Her golden armor and golden flames had completely dissipated, and she had returned to her ordinary attire.

Instead, Montana held a golden military knife that was taller than a person.

Upon seeing the saber in Montana's hand, Frederick the Great's ever-unchanging gaze revealed a hint of coldness for the first time.

"As expected, in the end, it still comes down to borrowing strength from the Admiral..." Montana sighed, raising her saber and saying to Frederick the Great, "Frederick! I'm here!"

"boom----"

Montana was met with a figure rushing up to him, his entire body enveloped in a black aura.

Frederick the Great stretched out his hand, which was wreathed in black and red energy, and reached out to grab Montana's face.

Montana swiftly dodged to the side, her nose brushing past Frederick the Great's fingertips, before slashing her golden saber horizontally, piercing Frederick the Great's body with a soft thud.

The golden saber easily pierced through Frederick the Great's black and red aura, penetrating directly into his left waist and stopping only when it reached his bones.

Frederick the Great's black and red aura began to tremble violently, exploding in all directions and revealing his fair waist and the blade that had already cut down to his navel.

But Frederick the Great's movements only slowed down for a moment. The next instant, a large amount of deep-sea energy appeared, and Frederick the Great's waist wound healed instantly, even though Montana's blade was stuck in her body at that moment.

Frederick the Great grabbed Montana's arm.

But before Frederick the Great's hand could touch Montana, the saber inside her stomach immediately turned into flames and disappeared, appearing in Montana's other hand the next second.

With a swift flash of her blade, Montana severed Frederick the Great's arm. Then, Montana stepped forward, her eyes fixed on the black and red aura rushing towards her from all directions. She raised her golden saber and plunged it into Frederick the Great's chest.

puff!

The saber successfully pierced Frederick the Great's heart.

The more severe Frederick the Great's injuries, the more deep-sea energy she needed to recover.

In the newbie garrison, it was Montana's move that ended Frederick the Great's regenerative powers, causing her to collapse from exhaustion.

However... the situation is slightly different now.

Just as the saber pierced his heart and shattered it, Frederick the Great's body trembled for a moment. Then, the deep-sea energy around him began to surge, and Frederick the Great charged straight at Montana.

The saber sank directly into the hilt during Frederick the Great's charge.

Immediately afterwards, Frederick the Great raised his fist, which was surrounded by black and red energy, and slammed it into Montana's face like a cannonball.

boom! ! !

Frederick the Great sent Montana flying from his spot with a solid punch.

Montana's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string. Her body spun dozens of times on the water's surface before finally coming to a stop, lying flat on the water's surface.

Frederick the Great, bent over and still in a punching stance, slowly raised his head.

Frederick the Great still had Montana's dagger stuck in his heart, but he had no interest in examining his wound. Instead, he gazed at Montana lying on the water in the distance.

Under Frederick the Great's gaze, Montana, who was lying on the water's surface, stirred.

Montana, head bowed and body swaying, slowly got up.

"...Ha...As expected of returning to the deep sea, the speed of recovery is much faster than on land." Monta stood up and spoke to Frederick the Great.

"..." Frederick the Great gazed at Montana's face from afar, and upon seeing Montana's face at this moment, Frederick the Great's gaze became more focused.

Because at this moment, Montana's face was covered by a mask with flowing golden flames suspended in mid-air.

The mask bore dark red dents before shattering, revealing a gleaming eye beneath.

Frederick the Great looked down at the sword in his chest.

really.

A small piece is missing from the handle of the saber.

“That was dangerous… If I had reacted even a fraction slower, you would have smashed me to pieces by now, right?” Montana said to Frederick the Great with a smile as he wiped his face.

“It won’t be a major injury,” Frederick the Great said, looking at Montana. “It’s just a physical collision, at most a minor injury.”

"Is that so..." Montana chuckled. "So you just wanted to punch me in the face?"

"..."

Frederick the Great did not speak; she simply gripped the saber at her breast, a dark red aura surging within her.

The dark red aura tried to engulf the saber, but the saber emitted a buzzing sound, shattering the surrounding deep-sea atmosphere.

Frederick the Great looked down at the knife in his chest.

Montana waved from afar, and the sword on Frederick the Great vanished into flames, finally reappearing in Montana's hand.

“While the deep sea will prevent you from running out of strength after just two or three hits, as you would on land… it proves that your double dodge is still ineffective against this blade, right?” Montana gripped her military knife tightly, assumed a fighting stance, and flashed Frederick the Great a battle-ready smile. “…So… what follows is a thoroughly enjoyable war of attrition…”

After saying that, Montana patted his cheek with his finger and pursed his lips at Frederick the Great.

"This face... if you have the strength, then come and beat it up properly!"

Chapter 3819 Montana's Third Form

Boom——

The violent impact echoed across the sea.

On the vast, turbulent sea, filled with black and red air currents, the real battle had finally begun.

This time, it's no longer a tentative probe, nor a turn-based battle where one person makes a move and the other counters. It's a real, intense fight filled with cannonballs and flames, where every strike draws blood and every punch lands hard.

Frederick the Great, entwined with crimson patterns, retreated rapidly on the sea. The ship's rigging behind her emerged from nothingness, and a large amount of black and red airflow poured into the rigging, instantly unleashing several meteor-like cannonballs that bombarded the sea surface where Montana was located.

The shells pierced the sky, making a series of whistling sounds.

The powerful bombs crashed into the sea, accompanied by a series of loud bangs, creating towering waves on the surface.

However, at the very moment the giant wave surged, a golden blade flashed across the water's surface. Immediately afterward, the wave was split in two by an arc of flame. Montana, gripping the palm-sized hilt of a sword, charged straight toward Frederick the Great, riding a speeding cannonball.

The distance Frederick the Great had created was closed in the blink of an eye due to the speed of the cannonballs.

Montana once again stood before Frederick the Great, raising the hilt of her sword high. The golden cannonball beneath her vanished into flames, reforming into a sharp blade on the hilt, poised to cleave down upon Frederick the Great's body.

Frederick the Great's gaze was calm and collected. Facing Montana, who arrived in front of her in an instant, she raised an arm to block the blade.

brush! ! !

A golden blade flashed down, severing a fair hand and half of a forearm, which then fell to the distant sea.

A large amount of viscous, dark deep-sea blood sprayed out.

Montana severed Frederick the Great's arm with a single stroke, and the blade continued its momentum, slashing fiercely towards Frederick the Great's shoulder.

Snapped!

A crisp metallic clang rang out as Montana's blade, after piercing Frederick the Great's shoulder, was stopped by the even more resilient bones, finally coming to rest on Frederick the Great's left chest.

Frederick the Great raised his other intact arm, his fist surging with dark red energy, and swung it fiercely toward Montana's face, who was inches away.

Montana seemed to have anticipated this. She swiftly raised her arm, and the golden blade that had been stuck on Frederick the Great flew back to her body in an instant, transforming into a hard shield.

Thump!!!

Frederick the Great's fist slammed into Montana's shield, the powerful force launching her like a rocket, sending her spinning towards the distant sea, just like before.

After Montana was knocked away, Frederick the Great controlled the ship's equipment behind him and immediately launched a series of cannon fire at her.

In an instant, a black and red gust of air carried whistling shells, creating a series of explosions on the sea surface where they landed in Montana.

Rumble rumble rumble ———

The sound of exploding shells and the curtain of water dividing the battlefield into two parts.

Frederick the Great stared coldly at the other side of the sea, as the curtain of water dissipated, and then golden light appeared.

Amidst the billowing smoke, water vapor evaporated into mist under the high temperature.

Surrounded by a golden armor, Montana slowly rose from the water, supporting herself with her hands. She took a breath and was just about to smile at Frederick the Great when her body suddenly swayed, and she raised her hand to cover her forehead.

“I see… Even with armor, the shockwave still reaches my body…” Montana rubbed his forehead, one eye peeking out from between his fingers as he stared at Frederick the Great in the distance, a slight smile on his face. “After using all of my nanotech legions to replicate the Admiral’s weapon, I couldn’t protect my body while keeping the blade intact. So every time I fight you at close range, I risk exploding with the slightest touch… Even if I could predict the attack and disassemble the sword as quickly as possible, using the extra resources to build up defenses, there wasn’t enough time to manufacture more sophisticated shock-absorbing materials…”

"..."

Frederick the Great did not continue the pursuit from a distance.

After seeing Montaigne stand up, Frederick the Great slowly walked to a spot on the sea. She bent down and reached out to grab something from the water. A black and red current of energy swept something up and delivered it to her hand.

It was a severed hand.

Frederick the Great clutched his severed hand, silently looking at the cross-section on the side, gazing at the smoothly cut bone and flesh inside, and the black blood flowing outwards.

Frederick the Great lifted the severed limb and pressed the cut surface of the severed hand onto the broken surface. Immediately afterward, a surge of black and red energy caused the fingers of the severed hand to tremble, and then they regained sensation.

Frederick the Great's arm was fully restored.

"What, isn't it just going to grow a new arm?" Montana asked from a distance.

"..."

“Oh, I see. The cost of limb reattachment is much less than that of growing an arm directly, right?” Montana smiled. “It seems that even in the deep sea, you are not as free as you thought.”

Frederick the Great did not answer Montana. Instead, Frederick the Great raised his finger and lightly tapped Montana, and several cannonballs were instantly fired in Montana's direction.

In ranged combat, Frederick the Great was virtually invincible thanks to his extremely high evasion rate and recovery ability.

Montana's only ability to kill Frederick the Great is the knife in his hand, although every time he uses this weapon, Montana faces the enormous risk of getting close to Frederick the Great.

Montana is not Frederick the Great after all; her body cannot regenerate at supersonic speeds. This means she has no room for error. Before exhausting Frederick the Great's regenerative resources, she needs dozens, or even hundreds, of attacks. However, if Frederick the Great manages to exploit even one weakness in these hundreds of close-quarters attacks and delivers a fatal blow, the battle will end.

Statistically speaking, Montana should be at a huge disadvantage in this battle.

Frederick the Great gazed at Montana from afar. Although he said nothing, the coldness in his eyes suggested that he had a clear understanding of the situation.

Rumble, rumble——

Frederick the Great's cannonballs once again stirred up a huge wave on the sea.

Amidst the misty haze, Montana, radiating golden light, darted out swiftly. She made a downward gripping motion with both hands, her gaze fixed on Frederick the Great, and then exhaled deeply and slowly.

Amidst the shimmering golden light, Montana's golden armor gradually faded, transforming into the military knife in his hand.

Frederick the Great frowned slightly upon seeing Montana's movements in the distance.

Did she create the knife before she even got close?

Without using the nanotech army to create equipment that can close the distance, Montana would never catch up to him with just a knife and two legs.

Redundant...

As Frederick the Great was thinking, she suddenly paused for a moment.

In the distance, Montana smiled with a sense of relief—although Montana had always been a cheerful girl, and had shown a nonchalant smile many times during this battle, Frederick the Great clearly felt that Montana's smile was somewhat different from before.

That smile looked...as if it had finally lifted a burden, carrying a sense of relief and joy.

"Frederick, this battle is far from over!"

Montana spoke from a distance, holding a military knife in one hand, then smiling as she placed her other hand on her forehead. Next, she gently pulled the tactical goggles that had been flipped up on her forehead towards her eyes.

"This time, I've really used all my trump cards..."

Montana murmured softly, and as she spoke, a pale blue light began to flash on the lenses of her tactical goggles. Rows of data and diagrams swept across the screen, finally locking onto Frederick the Great in the distance.

"Combat target detected - S-class hunting target individual, Frederick the Great."

"Equipment under inspection."