Thor swallowed hard as he watched Bismarck send his brother Loki flying into outer space with nothing but a single glance. His eyes, fixed on the group of women before him, were filled with fear.
Too strong. This was far too strong.
"Thor, son of Odin?" Bismarck murmured as her sapphire eyes swept over him.
"Yes, that's me. May I ask who you are, lady?" Thor nodded quickly. The prideful god, always arrogant in Asgard, had no ground to stand on before this terrifying group of ship girls.
"I am Bismarck, saint under the Lord of Life. Our master asked me to deliver you a message." Bismarck spoke calmly, then glanced at Laffey.
Seeing Bismarck looking at her, the white-stockinged little loli, wine bottle still in her hand, quickly put it away. She then puffed out her chest and copied Phils's serious tone.
"That guy who looks like a rock singer, Thor. You did well by not causing chaos on Earth. Keep it up!"
"…" Thor.
Rock singer? What strange title was this?
He was curious, but since it came from the Lord of Life, even if he didn't understand, he had no choice but to accept it. There was no daring to question.
He forced himself to nod humbly. "The Lord of Life praises me too much. Please tell him, whether it's me or Asgard, we will always be his friends."
"Good. That's the right answer," Bismarck replied with a small nod.
"Strange though, both sons of Odin, yet the difference is like night and day," Atago teased from the side.
"I heard from Commander that Loki isn't Odin's real son, but adopted," Belfast said with a face full of gossip.
"Not his real son? Then did his wife cheat? Poor Odin!" Sirius clicked her tongue with mock sympathy.
"I don't think so."
"No, really, he was adopted."
"Oh, so that's how it is…"
The ship girls completely ignored Thor and fell into gossip.
As the saying goes, put three women together and you get a play. With ten ship girls, the gossip was endless.
"…" Thor.
Never in his life had he felt so awkward and speechless. They weren't just gossiping, they were gossiping about his father and brother right in front of him. What could he even say?
But since he was no match for them, even if he had opinions, he had to swallow them.
Luckily, the talk didn't last long.
"Enough. Sisters, stop chatting. Time to get serious," Bismarck said firmly.
"Yes, the sooner we finish, the sooner we can return to serve Commander. It's my turn with Enterprise today," Yorktown said with a laugh.
"Yorktown, don't leave me behind. I want to be with you too!" Atago pouted.
"I don't mind, but you'll have to ask my sister Enterprise for permission," Yorktown teased.
"I refuse. If Atago's there, Commander will only favor her. I don't want that," Enterprise said seriously, shaking her head.
"Don't be like that, Enterprise. Have you forgotten the wonderful time we shared?" Atago raised an eyebrow playfully.
Hearing that, Enterprise's face instantly flushed bright red as an embarrassing memory flashed in her mind.
"Don't say it!" she squeaked.
"I will, unless you agree to let me come with you," Atago smirked, threatening lightly.
Enterprise sighed helplessly. "Fine, fine. I give up. I agree, happy now?"
"Yay!" Atago cheered, jumping happily.
Just then, a massive alien beast, hundreds of meters long like a monstrous catfish, charged straight toward them.
Bismarck's eyes turned cold. She lifted her hand and clenched her fist. A surge of dark power crushed the creature mid-air.
"Such a small worm dares be arrogant? Die."
The darkness erupted, compressing space itself. The gigantic beast was crushed with a sickening crack, compacted into nothing more than a ball of flesh.
Dead beyond dead.
Watching this, Thor trembled. If that attack had been aimed at him, he would have been nothing but scraps.
"Alright, let's focus. Time to work," Bismarck said calmly, as if she hadn't just annihilated a monster the size of a building.
"The quickest way to end this war is to destroy the space gate. Do you have a way to do that?" Thor asked, trying to help.
But the ship girls only laughed.
"The enemy has already invaded your home. All you want is to shut the door and stop them from coming in? Then who will avenge the lives they've already taken? Who will pay for the blood spilled on this planet?" Bismarck asked coldly.
Thor froze, unable to answer. He knew she was right.
S.H.I.E.L.D. and the others had thrown all their effort into closing the gate, but that alone was cowardice. Shameful cowardice. Yet what choice did mortals have against such overwhelming enemies?
Still, to the ship girls, who were born for war, such thinking was unacceptable. Their very bones demanded that invaders not only be repelled but punished so brutally they would never dare return.
"Whether the gate closes or not doesn't matter. Their fate is destruction," Bismarck said with icy certainty.
The ten ship girls turned their eyes toward the starry void beyond the space gate.
"Nymph, have you finished hijacking the global TV networks?" Bismarck asked.
"Hehe, long ago. This world's network systems are so low-level. I took over everything in a few milliseconds," Nymph said smugly.
"Good. Then it's time for our global broadcast. Girls, perform well. Don't shame our master," Bismarck said with a confident smile.
"Don't worry. This battle will shock the world. The name of the Lord of Life will thunder across every land once again," the ship girls answered with equal confidence.
How do you make the whole world know of the Lord of Life? The answer was simple: publicity.
This time, not just online clips or the whispers of believers. Nymph hacked every TV station and radio broadcast. Every screen now showed only one thing: the invasion of Earth and the ship girls standing against it.
In homes across the globe, old and young alike stared as the sky above New York filled with blue light, the great space gate stretching into the void.
At first, some elders thought it was just a new science fiction show. But when Nymph appeared on screen holding a microphone, their expressions grew serious.
"Hello, everyone watching on television. I am Nymph, apostle of the Lord of Life.
"Five minutes ago, the Chitauri launched a full-scale invasion of Earth. Our world is in grave danger. At this moment of life and death, I bring you the truth.
"Some of you may not fight, some of you may burn with anger, but all of us must unite in spirit. Pray and cheer for those who are standing on the battlefield to protect this planet!"
Her words were steady, not shouted, yet each sentence struck like a hammer to the heart.
Across the world, people clenched their fists.
"Damn aliens! Kill them all!"
"Those in white robes, are they the Holy Light Order? They're so strong!"
"Look at their mounts, unicorns, pegasus, cranes, even dragons!"
"With the Holy Light Order and the Lord of Life, humanity will survive this crisis!"
"Long live the Lord of Life!"
The shouts spread everywhere. Even those who stayed silent prayed in their hearts.
In his divine realm, Roland Phils smiled as faith power surged like a flood.
"Guard the gate. Don't let the Chitauri pass. I'll handle the fleet outside," Bismarck said.
Her sapphire eyes pierced the void, locking onto the enormous mothership floating beyond the gate. Countless smaller warships poured out like locusts.
"Hmph. A mere fleet dares invade my master's domain? Fools."
She stepped forward, vanishing. In the next instant, she stood in the void before the alien armada.
On the massive mothership, the Chitauri leader sneered as he commanded the swarm. To him, Earth was nothing but ants.
Until the screen before him lit up with an image.
A woman in shining battle armor, standing proudly in the vacuum of space. From her body burst a pillar of holy light, piercing the universe. Sacred, vast, supreme, inviolable.
Though far away, the Chitauri leader felt danger coil around his heart.
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