Novel & Cerita 4x Ship

Chapter 90 Koras POV The shuttling sounds of the trees gave me chills as the carriage proceeded being controlled by Cage. Four soldiers were riding on horses two at the front and two behind, protection all ordered by Cage. “This is nothing compared to if we’re visiting a pack we don’t know” His words gave me an imagination of how they would look if they were visiting a pack unknown to them. A dozen guards or even more I guess. “Cornelius is someone I know and trust hence there are just four guards” His eyes beamed with confidence in Cage’s duties and manner of handling his activities.

The left gauntlet, Katherine's seventy-two percent rebuild, hummed with amber light as it scanned the indicated direction. Three shapes. Shareholder sentinels. Fourth-generation, based on the code density. They crouched on a shelf labeled THERMODYNAMIC EQUILIBRIUM (REVISED, SEE AUDIT NOTES), their cutting-songs cycling at low power, not yet aware they had company. "How many waves did you fight last time?" Marcus whispered. "Five. The last wave was two hundred strong." "And these are three." "Scouts. The main force will be deeper."

Xu Xiaofei patted Li Xian on the shoulder happily. “Ehm… Going back to the beginning, can I request two ships at once?” Zhou Fu asked turning the conversation around. "Certainly! Of course you can, the troops from Bingdao brought a lot of warships. Let alone two, three or four I will give!" Xu Xiaofei joked proudly. “But I need two ships from different countries. One is a Shamo ship, and the second is a ship from Bingdao country,” said Zhou Fu as he closed his Zuchun hole after being peeked by Xu Xiaofei and Li Xian.

Ace answered. His hands tightened into a tight fist. “This is just a taste of what the actual war will be. We need to send a message of strength and power.” An hour later, Xavier saw a few ship heads rising above the waters. “I see them,” he said, and Ace just nodded. “Now we wait.”

a cool, mocking voice drifted from the back of the Council chamber. Xavier stepped out from the heavy shadows, casually swirling a glass of scotch in his hand. His sheer presence instantly turned the air in the room cold, his heavy, oppressive scent of cedarwood and smoky amber completely suffocating my weak aura. "With what ships, little brother? The ones the bank foreclosed on at midnight, or the ones currently sitting docked because you can't afford to pay your maritime fuel ledger?"

​The Choice of the Gatekeeper ​"We can't send a machine, and we can't send a child," I said, looking at the Vane-Thorne ship, which had returned to the Sahara and was now being "Upgraded" by the Xylos-vines. The ship was no longer a teardrop of stone; it was a Living-Eye, its hull covered in a shimmering, ocular-quartz that could "See" the resonance of distant stars.