Super Dimensional Pirates in Pirates

"Oh?" Seeing the sword in Joan's hand ignited with magic flames, Arturia showed her holy sword expressionlessly: "It seems that the two of us haven't fought each other for a long time..."

"I feel the same way. The fact that people think we have a good relationship makes me a little sick." Joan of Arc put on a set of jet black armor in a blink of an eye and waved the flag in her hand: "Let me pierce you, zombie girl!"

"Very good, I also want you to become the rust on my holy sword."

Arturia holds a sword in both hands, and the casual clothes on her body turn into armor. The scarlet lines make this armor look extremely evil.

“Bulu Bulu”

The phone bug left on the motorcycle gave both parties who were about to break out a meal.

"...You'd better answer the phone first." Joan of Arc decided to take a step back and take back her sword.

"Are you worried about being sent to the frontier to fish for sardines?" Arturia mocked: "After all, you can't do anything except release explosive flames."

"Ha?!" Joan of Arc retorted: "Your leadership ability is not very good either? Are you being tricked by the enemy?"

"I will convey your words to Esdeath intact."

"You guy!" Jeanne's eyes widened in disbelief: "You actually learned how to tell a snitch?!"

"Make full use of off-site factors, idiot." Artoria smiled as she mocked Joan's IQ.

"You bastard..." The veins on Jeanne's cheeks bulged.

The beeps of the "BuluBulu" phone bug continue.

"..."

The heated atmosphere continued to fade, and Jeanne curled her lips and said, "You'd better answer the phone first."

"That's right." Artoria casually inserted the holy sword into the ground and reached out to pick up the phone.

"Why is it so slow?" The phone bug simulated Esdeath's cold voice: "You two probably found an uninhabited island to fight each other, right?"

"How, how is it possible!" Artoria denied flatly: "I was riding a motorcycle on the sea just now, so it was inconvenient to answer the phone."

"Oops?" Joan of Arc raised her eyebrows and said in a volume that only Artoria could hear: "The respected Lord Knight King can actually tell lies... Oh, I forgot, now you are the filthy Lord Knight King of Britain.

, such a trivial matter as lying is naturally easy to catch."

"..." Artoria glanced at Jeanne coldly.

"This is the best." Esdeath continued: "Come back quickly, we are about to carry out the subsequent battle plan. You also want to make those bastards look good, right?"

"Um."

After the call ended, Artoria hung up the phone and turned to look at Joan of Arc: "Do you want to continue?"

"Continue?" Joan of Arc said in frustration: "We didn't even fight, forget it..."

"Recently, those rats scurrying around have made me so angry that I don't know how to release the accumulated pressure." Jeanne changed back into her casual clothes, obviously not planning to fight with Artoria.

Arturia pointed to the black dress on Joan of Arc: "Is this what you're going to wear back home?"

"Huh?" Jeanne looked down at her outfit. After losing her coat, this slim-fitting dress... seemed a little short.

She reached out to grab the skirt and pulled it down, but the total length of the dress was limited and it covered her thighs, leaving more exposed parts of her chest.

Joan of Arc said with some shame: "...I wore a coat before, but I didn't think this skirt was short."

"..." Artoria felt a little unhappy, but she didn't know where the unhappiness came from.

Joan of Arc held the hem of her skirt with one hand and covered her chest with the other: "There are no shops here. Let's change it when we go back..."

Artoria shrugged: "You might as well take off your clothes."

"Why?"

Artoria said directly: "The way you dress reminds me of the wandering warbler on the street."

The slim-fitting dress is made of leather, exposing the entire thigh and highlighting your charming figure.

"Huh?" Jeanne glared at her coldly: "Do you really want to fight with me?"

"You're wearing a bathing suit underneath anyway."

"...How did you know?" Jeanne crossed her arms and looked at Artoria warily: "When I was changing clothes, you should have turned around."

Arturia pointed at the motorcycle behind her with her thumb: "I saw it by chance in the rearview mirror."

Joan of Arc was obviously relieved: "I thought you were interested in me, and it disgusted me to death."

"Interested in you? I'd rather dig my own eyes out."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere at the scene was a bit cold.

"It's okay for me to go back in a swimsuit, but it's inappropriate for you to wear casual clothes, right?"

"I don't want to expose it casually..." Before Artoria could finish her words, Joan sneaked up on her and tore off her coat.

"..." Artoria felt a chill all over her body.

"...You're wearing a swimsuit too."

"...There is sea water everywhere here, just in case." Artoria closed her eyes and then opened them, glaring at Joan with murderous intent: "Have you thought about how to die?"

"We're even." Joan of Arc stepped onto the back seat of the motorcycle and sat down.

"..." Seeing Joan's appearance, Arturia resisted the idea of ​​splitting her and the car in half and said: "That's not where your seat is."

"ha?"

Arturia took out a rope from somewhere and said: "I should tie you to the back of the armored cavalry Alter and ride all the way back."

"unacceptable!"

"Ha..." Arturia picked up the broken clothes with a headache, then got on the motorcycle: "Sit tight for me."

Jeanne put her arms around Artoria's waist.

"Don't touch me casually."

"Do you think I am willing?" Joan of Arc curled her lips: "I'm worried that you will brake and throw me off again."

"Tsk" Artoria smacked her mouth.

"You really want to do this?!"

"Boom!" Arturia ignored Jeanne, twisted the handle, and the motorcycle sped off.

"...Fortunately, I hugged you." Jeanne's eyes twitched: "You don't want to throw me away so that I can stay on that desert island, do you?"

"..." Artoria remained silent.

"Speaking of which..." Joan of Arc hugged Artoria's waist and squeezed it casually, then said, "Your body is actually warm."

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Arturia, who was riding a motorcycle, said coldly: "If you move your hands or feet again, I will throw you off."

Joan of Arc snickered from behind: "You really want to do this, right? But you just can't let go!"

"...I'll make you look good sooner or later!"

"Wow"

The calm sea surface was run over by tires, the waves splashed, and the cool water fell on the exposed skin.

Joan of Arc suddenly said: "...It's quite interesting to ride a motorcycle on the sea."

"Cold-blooded woman, I want to try it too."

"What are you talking about without thinking?" Artoria said without looking back: "I am the only one who can make this motorcycle fly on the sea."

"...I always feel like you are showing off on purpose." Jeanne curled her lips in displeasure.

"Also, keep that fat piece of yours away from me."

"Fat?" Joan of Arc lowered her head in confusion, and then smiled maliciously: "I'm sorry, it seems that as a woman, I am better."

"..." Artoria's face became increasingly gloomy.

Jeanne moved her fingers and touched Artoria's barren chest.

"crunch"

The speeding motorcycle suddenly stopped, and Joan of Arc, whose hands left Artoria's waist, flew out again.

It fell hard on the ice with a "bang".

"Asshole!" Joan pulled her face out of the ice, her eyes filled with anger: "This is the second time!"

"This has nothing to do with me." Artoria pointed downward: "Didn't you notice?"

"..." Joan of Arc looked down and saw that the blue sea turned into a vast white field of ice, and the cold wind blew by, making her shiver.

"How is this going?"

"Those two people are the only ones who can do such a thing..." Arturia glanced at the frozen tires.

Joan of Arc rubbed her exposed arms with both hands and ran back quickly.

"It's so cold!" Arturia, who was thinking hard, had a piece of ice stuffed into her neck by Jeanne.

Facing Artoria's cold gaze, Joan of Arc said: "Go back quickly! I don't want to wear a swimsuit in the ice and snow!"

The two wore swimsuits and rode motorcycles back to their base.

Esdeath asked in surprise: "...What are you two dressing up like?"

"...Everything happens for a reason."

"...Something happened on the road."

The two of them turned their heads away from each other.

Esdeath asked with interest: "You two fell in love?"

"...This joke is not funny at all."

"Even you can't just make such disgusting jokes."

The two of them answered in a very irritable tone.

Esdeath said with regret, "What a pity."

"Speaking of which..." Jeanne's face was filled with disgust: "What's going on with this guy?"

Kuzan said cheerfully: "Ah la la, two beautiful ladies, are you free tonight?"

Joan of Arc said in disgust: "Huh? You stink too much, don't get close to me casually."

"..."

Artoria stared at Aokihi coldly: "You actually compare me to this woman?"

"..." Kuzan scratched his hair and chose to close his mouth.

Artoria turned to look at Esdeath: "Have reinforcements arrived?"

Esdeath explained: "The main force is still behind, Kuzan arrived here first."

Artoria asked: "What is the battle plan?"

Esdeath pointed at the two of them: "...before that, you should go back and change your clothes, right?"

Half an hour later, Joan of Arc and Artoria returned to the conference room.

Artoria asked: "Do you want to freeze the sea to deter the enemy?"

"Yes, you can see it." Esdeath nodded and said: "Kuzan and I used our abilities from two directions to freeze the sea surface and reduce the gaps in the defense line so that the enemies outside could not enter.

The enemies inside cannot escape."

"Eric, Wendy, Akin, and Zhongyuan Zhongye moved the islands and concentrated most of the islands into a few places, which facilitates management and reduces administrative expenses."

"Where are the enemies inside the defense line?"

"The only way to carry out encirclement and suppression is to gradually reduce the enemy's scope of activities and continue to suppress their living space."

"Unfortunately, the new weapon developed by Leonardo da Vinci has not yet been mass-produced. If it can be put into use, it will be found that the speed of annihilating the enemy will be much faster."

"New type of weapon?"

"I heard it's called an aircraft carrier, and there are also carrier-based drones." Esdeath shrugged: "Technological advancement has changed the form of warfare."

"Artoria, Joan of Arc, guard this place while I leave the base."

"Hi~" Joan of Arc replied cheerfully.

…

"Lucci!" Kalifa reported on the phone: "The sea is frozen and our ship cannot cross it!"

Lu Qi asked in a low voice: "Ice?"

"That's right, it should be Aokiji, Esdeath! Your escape route has also been cut off!"

Lu Qi said calmly: "It seems that the Dawn Pirates have already figured out a strategy to deal with us."

"In that case..." Kalifa hesitated.

"Make good use of these cannon fodder before they are used up."

Kalifa's tone increased: "Lucci!"

"Kalifa, there is no need to persuade her, the success or failure of the mission depends on this." Lu Qi said and hung up the phone.

"..." Upon hearing the busy signal, Kalifa let go of her hand blankly, dropped the phone, and hit the table back and forth under the hold of the phone cord.

"Lucci..." Kaku's facial features twisted into a ball.

"If you fail the mission, you will die. It's better to give it a try." Lu Qi glanced at him.

"...You're right." Kaku sighed, sorted out his mood, and asked, "When do you plan to take action?"

Lu Qi looked at the posters of Miku and Uta and said, "Two days later."

"Doing it at the concert?"

"Um."

…

"Report, pirates attacked Williamsport!"

"Report, several unknown sailing ships appeared outside Rhodes Town!"

"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on?" Joan of Arc frowned: "Why are there so many attacks suddenly? Are they targeting me?"

"How can you have such a big face?" Arturia sneered at this.

"Huh? Then tell me, what is going on?"

"Don't make any noise." Artoria marked the attack that just happened on the map and pondered for a while: "The enemy's target may be Miku and Uta."

"Huh? They can't do anything besides singing, right?"

"Aren't you the same? You can't do anything except fire suppression."

"...Do you want to quarrel?"

Arturia ignored Joan's provocation and picked up the phone: "I'll tell them to be more vigilant, or - use the trick."

…

Backstage at the concert, Mijiu looked at Uta with a solemn expression and asked with a smile: "Uta, are you worried?"

"...Hmm." Uta nodded and said, "I wonder if anyone will be injured because of this."

"Uta is so kind!" Miku hugged him.

Uta's eyes drooped: "...you just want to hug me, right?"

"Don't worry!" Mijiu patted her chest and assured, "They are all my fans after all, so I have to protect them no matter what."

"Are you right, Miss Erza, Mr. Chiron?"

"Of course." They both nodded at the same time.

Chiron said: "Erza, according to the plan, you sneak into the backup dancers, and I will monitor the whole audience from a high place."

"Stage performance..." Erza said enthusiastically: "I have long wanted to go on stage and give it a try."

Miku clasped her hands together: "Otherwise, Miss Erza will be my backup dancer from now on."

Erza's mouth twitched: "Miku, please wipe the corners of your mouth first..."

"Ahem!" Mijiu coughed and said, "Just wait until the bad guys fall into the trap."