Chapter 964: Memory Infusion

Intelligence says the latest Iron Blood warship will pass through here into the open sea; if we can give them a surprise here, we will surely receive the Empress's commendation upon our return~

On the calm sea, Suffolk gazed into the distance and said.

Ugh… the newest warships and all—are we really a match for them?" Norfolk looked ahead at Suffolk, his voice full of fear, "And the seawater here is freezing; I feel like my whole body is about to ice over… ugh… maybe we should just hurry back to port?"

Suffolk turned his head and smiled, "Don't worry, our mission is just reconnaissance; when the fighting starts, it's the big sisters' business—they're right nearby and can provide support at any time.

Besides, so far all we've seen is fog and floating ice—not even a flying creature—no matter what new warship, hearing our big sisters' names would have scared them off, puff puff puff~

How did I end up setting a weird flag… If only that were true, I really want to hurry back to port and eat… ugh… huh?" As Norfolk was speaking, he suddenly noticed something abnormal, "Huh? Wait… the radar seems to be detecting strange activity ahead!"

What? Let me look." Suffolk quickly turned on his radar and also spotted the anomaly ahead, "We've detected an Iron Blood destroyer unit—perhaps just an outer reconnaissance squad—immediately report the situation to Big Sister Hood!

Th…that… the radio antenna's turned into… an ice… icicle… ugh…" Norfolk whispered.

…" Suffolk blinked, "No matter what, we'll first hold off their outer detachment—just a small squad of mass-produced destroyers, no problem!

W…will we have to fight? Ugh… my bad premonition really came true…" Norfolk said softly, though he resisted this situation, he now had no choice but to fight.

For the two warships, a small squad of mass-produced destroyers posed no threat. Although some shells exploded near them, the damage was negligible.

In just a moment, the two of them took out that destroyer squad!

Wow, Suffolk Suffolk, we're awesome—we took out all those enemies in one go!" Compared to his earlier worries before the battle, Norfolk now looked much more excited.

Don't let your guard down—these are clearly just Iron Blood cannon fodder, and we still haven't seen their new warships; I have a bad feeling about this." Suffolk, meanwhile, felt none of Norfolk's excitement and instead furrowed his brow.

Sure enough, at that moment a bewitching voice came from the mist, "Hehehe, sure enough, an ambush has been set up on this route—are your uneasy feelings referring to us?

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Watch out, starboard side!

! Detected two large warships heading 220 degrees—identified as Iron Blood's new battleships! All hands, prepare for combat!" Suffolk hurriedly said over the comms.

Ugh…" Norfolk was a bit dazed.

Oh dear, just two puny cruisers daring to attack—hmph, then let me have my fun with them." The bewitching voice continued, but the artillery unleashed a merciless assault.

Just then, two figures flashed out of the mist; the one in front shouted loudly, "Not just two measly cruisers—it's the Royal Fleet's Hood and Prince of Wales, ready to engage! Let's have an elegant battle together~

Seeing the reinforcements arrive, Suffolk instantly relaxed, "Big Sister! You've finally come!

Hood smiled, "You've done well; now let's give Iron Blood a taste of their own medicine! Target: the enemy fleet's flagship, Bismarck—fire all guns!

"The Royal Navy's Glory…?" the bewitching voice smiled, "That makes it interesting—let's see if your strength can satisfy me.

The gunfire instantly intensified—whether it was the enemy's counterattack or the Royal side's assault—the formerly misty sea became filled with the smoke of war.

The firepower's pretty fierce, but… it's not doing much to me either!

The bewitching voice's tone grew heavier, a bright shield rose from her body, though this bright shield also illuminated her true form.

The keen Prince of Wales immediately noticed the anomaly, "All ships, switch targets to the rear vessel—that's the Bismarck!

Oh dear, we've been spotted." The silhouette in the mist became clear—it was the Iron Blood heavy cruiser Prince Eugen—"No wonder, it's King George V.

Sorry, I'm the Prince of Wales; you've mistaken me for someone else." Prince of Wales said coolly.

Oh well, never mind, Persian Cat Sauce—you've been carrying me all this time; it's about time you showed your strength!" Prince Eugen laughed, waved his hand, turned back and said with a grin.

A figure finally emerged from the mist—a black cap, blond hair, holding Iron Blood's flag in hand—it was the Iron Blood flagship, Bismarck.

You've worked hard—it looks like this battle can't be avoided, JotDora!

If Prince Eugen's earlier counterattacks were scattered, now her assault has become a sudden storm. As a Hipper-class heavy cruiser, the backbone of Iron Blood, she revealed her true strength in this encounter.

While the Royal side was still reeling from Prince Eugen's counterattack, Bismarck, flag in hand, finally opened fire with her guns—and her target was none other than Hood, whom they'd had locked on for a long time!

Amid the roar of gunfire, a shell imbued with a different power arced through the sky and struck Hood's ship equipment squarely!

Hood!

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Standing beside Hood, the Prince of Wales clearly witnessed the scene: a shell exploded on Hood's ship equipment, and the tremendous blast knocked that elegant lady straight down onto the sea surface!

Ah—this unnatural power is…… sure enough, you've also dabbled in it……" Hood, lying on the sea, strained to look toward Bismarck's direction and said.

You've been spotted…… Eugen, get out of this sea area at once." Bismarck said calmly.

Huh? The situation's so favorable—why not keep playing?" Prince Eugen said, somewhat surprised.

The secret weapon's been discovered; dragging this out would put us at a disadvantage—obey orders and retreat immediately." Bismarck said.

Oh dear, really can't be helped—you little lambs over there, we'll see you again later~" Prince Eugen said lightly.

……Why… why did you choose to betray the alliance… betray Azure Lane…?" Hood struggled to ask.

My glory is loyalty—only great power can save more of humanity; we… have merely chosen a different path.

I don't expect you to understand, but all this right and wrong will someday be judged by history. My arch‑rival, I hope we may meet again in Valhalla…" Bismarck gripped the brim of his cap, glanced at Hood once, then vanished into the mist together with Prince Eugen.

In a daze, this misty sea seemed to change—its surroundings turned empty and blank, the sea itself disappearing, as if it had always been meant to be this way.

The first round of memory infusion is complete; the Wisdom Cube's meta‑form is beginning to show, now starting the second round of memory infusion.

Hold on! My cat!