The Dorok's guardian warship was quite large, with a single hull length exceeding one hundred meters and a height approaching thirty meters.
The interior of the Bridge is therefore exceptionally tall and spacious; if it weren't for the flashing indicator lights, complex instrument panels, and various control levers all around, it would resemble the central hall of a castle.
"Kill the intruder!"
A monk official, recovering from his initial shock, issued a stern order.
Rather than any legend of the " Blue-Clad One," their current duty is to obey orders and guard the Bridge.
The monks drew their long swords or raised their bayonets-fixed rifles, chanting scriptures rapidly in an attempt to dispel their fear and gain the courage to fight.
Soldiers wearing eerie masks and chanting incantations surrounded the slender figure, brandishing long swords, looking like a group of fanatical believers preparing to sacrifice a offering.
However, it was the Dorok monks who were at a disadvantage, despite having an overwhelming numerical advantage.
"We must finish this quickly," Nausicaä thought to herself, the continuous roar of artillery fire still echoing beneath her feet.
Her sole objective was to stop the warship from shelling the Mining Town.
"Excuse me!"
With her back against the control panel, Nausicaä leaped lightly upwards at an angle, simultaneously curling her legs up and pointing the tip of her Ceramic Steel longsword downwards at the ground.
The next moment, she shot down like a meteor towards the densest concentration of the monks below!
This is Master Yupa's most proficient and frequently used dashing sword technique to tear through enemy lines.
With a flash of sword light, a monk soldier who had raised his spear to thrust saw the Ceramic Steel blade effortlessly slice through the bayonet, cleave the rifle barrel, and finally graz his shoulder, leaving a trail of blood.
At the same time, Nausicaä's curled-up feet kicked against his chest.
Bang!
The monk was sent flying backward, knocking over several of his companions behind him.
Nausicaä did not intend to use swordsmanship or fists to defeat these enemies, as that would be far too inefficient.
The moment she landed, she raised her right foot and stomped heavily on the wooden floor of the Bridge, causing the floor to crack instantly.
The reaction force propelled her body to rotate, while dazzling golden light gathered behind her, forming a long, powerful, illusory dragon tail covered in golden scales.
" The Aspects of the Crucible: Tail!"
The seemingly delicate long tail was no less powerful. As the girl turned around, it suddenly expanded and stretched to nearly ten meters, Cleansweep across the entire Bridge hall!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of impacts rang out, and the Dorok monks had no time to react. They were sent flying like scarecrows in a whirlwind, crashing into the control panel and the bulkhead.
With a single blow, all the enemies collapsed to the ground, incapacitated.
This was only because Nausicaä deliberately controlled her power. The energy tail looked impressive, but it was actually in an illusory state. If she had used more power to condense it into a physical form, these monk soldiers would probably have been smashed into mincemeat long ago.
"Perfectly under control—my guess was right."
Mu En is keeping a close eye on this battle.
He noticed that this furnace tail was different from the one in " Elden Ring," lacking the messy fur and bone spikes, and resembling the tail of a real dragon, a sign of precise control over the furnace's energy.
Just as he guessed, Nausicaä, as one of the people favored by this world, was born with the ability to wield this power that represents the origin of life and a strong physique.
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With wings and a dragon tail, Nausicaä's fighting style is becoming increasingly inhuman; it's hard to know whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.
In the distance, the monks, leaning against the cold bulkhead, were deathly pale, their legs weak, and they had no strength left to run away.
Surviving artillery fire, shattering 50mm multi-layered portholes with her bare body, possessing wings on her back and a long tail trailing behind—this seemingly delicate and frail girl in blue is not human at all!
They were right just now; this girl was indeed the legendary Blue-Clad One!
"Stop shelling, or I'll destroy all the control equipment here."
Nausicaä removed her goggles and looked at the commanders with a sharp gaze.
To amplify the weight of her words, she thrust the Ceramic Steel longsword downwards, the blade piercing deep into the hard engineered wood flooring.
The monks froze. The shelling was an order personally given by the abbot, and disobeying military orders was a capital offense.
But if they didn't stop, they had no doubt that the other side would really smash all the sophisticated control panels inside the Bridge to pieces.
By then, the entire warship might go out of control and crash!
Just when they were caught in a dilemma and almost driven mad by the pressure, an old voice came.
"Listen to her, let the attack stop."
With that sound, a squad of warrior monks covered in bronze armor surged onto the Bridge, and under the protection of this elite group of monks, a staggering figure walked onto the Bridge.
It was Master Kabo.
He was still wearing that simple straw raincoat, and looked even more tired than he had in the conference hall.
"Stop shelling! I said stop shelling!"
Upon hearing the master's command, the monks felt as if they had been granted a pardon.
With a series of confirmation and operational feedback sounds, the seemingly incessant roar of artillery fire abruptly ceased, and the entire Bridge fell silent.
But this silence didn't even bring a moment of peace; instead, it was like the calm before a storm.
"I've already said, the Dorok have no intention of invading this place, and—I don't want to be your enemy either."
A weary voice came through the mental link. Master Kabo stood not far away, his cloudy eyes seemingly concealing complex emotions.
"You say you don't intend to invade this place, yet you order your men to fire on defenseless civilians and caravans?" Nausicaä responded with her own mental power.
"Now, turn around and leave this place immediately, and return to your country."
Nausicaä gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, eager to bring the blood-stained warship to avenge the innocent victims of the gunfire.
But she knew even better that waging a full-scale war against the behemoth, the Dorok, would be the worst option for the Valley of the Wind, and even for the entire Sea of Corruption.
She hoped to offer a final plea to these enemies.
Master Kabo remained silent for a moment, a bitter expression appearing on his face.
"This is a matter of life and death; I cannot agree."
The instant he uttered the word "no," Nausicaä vanished from her spot!
The next instant, Ceramic Steel was already firmly pressed against the old man's wrinkled neck. The violent airflow generated by the high-speed movement suddenly swept out, causing the decorative fur on the armor of the surrounding monks to fly wildly.
If they could kidnap this Dorok, who was clearly the supreme commander, they might be able to force them to retreat— Nausicaä thought to herself.
"Master!"
"Release the Venerable One!"
The surrounding warrior monks were hesitant to act rashly, fearing that if Nausicaä flicked her wrist, the blade would slit the old man's throat.
Despite the sword tip pointing at his vitals, Master Kabo seemed to feel little fear.
"Alas—why did it have to come to this—"
The old man sighed helplessly. He really didn't want to be enemies with this girl, whether because of his own life or because of the legend that was even older than the emperor's Prophecy.
But now, the situation has developed beyond his control.
The next moment, an extremely terrifying spiritual power, capable of manifesting countless dense, twisting, and writhing black runes in the air, surged out from the Master Kabo!