Chapter 428: The Charge

"Get lost!"

The black-clad maid frowned, drawing the sword from the Thousand Mechanism Umbrella just a fraction. Her eyes began to redden.

If not for their mutual acquaintance and good relationship, and the fact that she sensed no hostility or murderous intent from the man toward herself, she would have already struck.

Yet Roberta Yvonne's patience was limited. Regardless of his intentions or whether he was her enemy, she would not allow herself to be delayed any further.

Contrary to what he had said, she did sense some danger this time, but it was not yet strong enough to make her heart pound, nor did she feel that electric current in her mind that nearly paralyzed her thoughts.

However, from the information she had gathered, her young master was indeed in extreme danger.

"Catherine, please reconsider. Of all the students I once took in, you are the only one still alive. I don't want to see you die like this."

The middle-aged blond man showed no intention of backing down: "The War Angel's Heart is the ultimate treasure. It can grant you near-omnipotent power in a short time, but it will also bring you death and eternal damnation. Listen, Catherine, what you need to do now is go into hiding, spend decades erasing the curses of those ten thousand souls, not recklessly fighting here. You should find a way to become a true demigod, not step by step into the abyss of death—"

Before he could finish, he had to flash away again, teleporting three hundred meters. Where he had stood, a cyan sword light flashed, and the overflowing sword aura, driven by sharp wind pressure, split the sea surface for five kilometers ahead into two.

"One more word, and you die!"

Roberta Yvonne shot him a fierce glare and continued forward. The blond man paused, stunned, but ultimately did not stop her. He stood there, muttering bitterly: "Lina, Lina, don't you know? You can't save him. Before you even reach the one you call your master, the War Angel's Heart will devour you. Why is it always like this, always like this—"

Roberta acted as if she hadn't heard. With the aid of her wind wings, she had accelerated to Mach 9. The resulting wind pressure continuously split the sea below, leaving a white trail as waves surged to both sides.

The short distance of a few dozen kilometers was covered in an instant. Just as she was less than ten kilometers from the large fleet of over a hundred ships, the sea and sky suddenly 'ignited.'

Countless streams of bullets sprayed from anti-aircraft machine guns and Vulcan cannons, dyeing the sea a pale yellow. The dense fog, reflecting the light, looked like fiery clouds.

Roberta flew and dodged effortlessly through the dense barrage. Her speed did not decrease but instead surged to Mach 20!

Yet when she was less than three kilometers from the nearest ship, blood mist burst from her body. A legendary sniper's bullet had come within a hair's breadth of blowing off her arm.

This caused the black-clad maid to accelerate further, suddenly reaching Mach 35, constantly performing evasive maneuvers—now serpentine, now diving sharply.

"Get back!"

With that shout, a massive purple-gold shield suddenly appeared before the black-clad maid. It was entirely condensed from source energy, manifested through the power of a holy-grade shield, over a hundred meters in both length and width, leaving the rapidly approaching black figure no room to evade.

Anyone with even a little knowledge of magical energy could recognize that this was a legendary tier-three or higher magical energy shield warrior. The defensive power of this source energy shield was nearly equivalent to the armor of a battleship.

It might not be able to stop Roberta Yvonne, but if they collided, at her current speed, even with her demigod-level physique, she would be severely injured.

Yet the maid reacted with extreme speed, drawing her sword within twenty meters while moving at Mach 35. The sharp, unmatched cyan sword light easily cut a fissure in the source energy shield, and she forced her way through.

"Impressive! Truly inhuman in her ferocity—"

In the bridge command room of the battleship War Axe, Casari Gates and Adam Hydra stood before the observation window, watching the battle on the fleet's flank.

The latter let out an exclamation.

"I'd say she has at least three legendary professions: a legendary tier-three berserker, a legendary tier-two magical energy shadow, and a legendary tier-two dragonblood sorcerer. She combines strength, speed, and magical ability, with versatile tactics. In her current overall strength, even some tier-five legends might not be her match."

"But she's also not far from losing control!"

Casari Gates's eyes gleamed with excitement: "She's smart. Rather than gradually increasing her power during battle, she chose to seize the power to break the deadlock from the start. But if she thinks this is enough to get her out of here unscathed, she's delusional."

At that moment, a loud 'boom' came from afar. As the sound wave and shockwave spread, a ball of crimson flame rose into the air.

It was Roberta Yvonne, using the holy-grade recoilless cannon 'Holy Star' to hit the oil depot of the armed freighter Mermaid from less than a kilometer away, causing the ship to be torn apart in a continuous chain of explosions, ripping a gap in the fleet's otherwise perfect fire network.

Roberta seized the opportunity to break through, two three-hundred-meter cyan sword arcs slashing down, cleaving two nearby armed freighters in half from the center of their hulls!

"But then, your losses will far exceed expectations, won't they?"

Hydra struggled to hide his schadenfreude: "Her momentum is overwhelming, almost unstoppable. I suspect that even your battleship might not be able to fully defend against her sword strikes."

Yet as he spoke, Roberta was hit by three more bullets. Though her powerful regeneration allowed her to recover in an instant, Hydra noticed a faint, barely perceptible cyan tinge on her face.

Hydra thought those must be poison-coated bullets. He would have done the same. He wondered what kind of toxin it was and how effective it would be.

"Losses don't really matter. Even if it only consumes a bit of her mana or makes her strike one more sword, that's enough."

Casari Gates said flatly: "She won't make it to me."

He thought to himself that an armed merchant ship cost only fifty or sixty million gold shields.

At that moment, Roberta was still unstoppable. She treated the outer armor and magical energy defense arrays of the armed merchant ships as nothing. Wherever the cyan sword light passed, it was like a knife cutting through cake, always victorious.

But within the inner layer of the fleet were twenty-five destroyers and cruisers, along with an even denser defensive fire network.