Avengers Ships Novels & Stories

Before I could ask what she meant, Ace stepped forward. “We can’t just stand here.” His jaw tightened as he stared at the wounded Guardian. “They’re killing them.” Leo grabbed his brother’s arm. “Don’t.” “We have to help.” “With what?” Leo pointed toward the sky. “Look at the size of that ship.” Ace followed his gaze. Rows upon rows of smaller craft detached from the enormous vessel. Dropships. Dozens. Then hundreds. “They’re deploying,” Rowan whispered. Her voice lacked panic. It held resignation.

"I also need my vessel, hidden from prying eyes, yet always ready to depart at a moment's notice." Niklaus nodded, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "Our fleet is a formidable force, and with the Atlantis, Phoenix Wrath, and Shadow Beast guarding Earth, along with the ten smaller battleships, plus the six we already have, we've got a strong defense system in place." He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. "I'll inform Admiral Jenkins, I said. He'll be pleased to know that Earth is well protected.

At this time, Connor Clarke and the rest were also released from the car. Standing on the coastline and looking at the huge golden cruise ship as well as the eight battleships in front of them, they suddenly felt a wave of chills. That was because the battleships were only eight of the thirty scattered over the waters of Arcadia Island. They each held extremely strong combat power!

When Jaymes Watten spotted the speedboat with Horatio and the others in it, there was a flash of disdain in his eyes. He felt that the Warriors from Dramon were overly confident. How could three of them challenge the entire aircraft carrier fleet? However, before he could even laugh, over 100 military ships from Dramon emerged from the seas. Jaymes was stunned. The glass of wine in his hand actually fell to the floor. "Ms. Alice, d-din't you say that we were only going against a traditional medicine doctor from Dramon?"

Chapter 50: The Shadow Lord's Departure The harbor stretched before him like a promise of violence made manifest, its waters black as midnight beneath the pre-dawn sky. Forty-seven warships rode at anchor in formations that spoke of military precision and unlimited resources, their hulls gleaming with magical reinforcements that could deflect cannon fire and turn aside the most sophisticated naval magic. Each vessel flew the silver shadow of House Nox, but these weren't the modest coastal patrol ships his ancestors had maintained. These were instruments of conquest, designed to carry war across oceans and challenge powers that had never faced serious external threats.

Videl.. The crossing felt like driving into the mouth of a storm that refused to break. The amphibious Breakers—low-profile, heavy-armored vessels designed for stealth—cut through the black water of the channel with a predatory hum. Inside the lead vehicle, the air was pressurized and silent, save for the rhythmic clicking of Oliver’s keyboard. For thirteen years, this stretch of ocean had been a graveyard. The energy field used to scramble navigation systems and shut down engines, leaving anyone who tried to cross to drown in the dark.

The two guards on the gangplank slapped their necks, swayed for a second, and collapsed into a heap of golden armor. "Go," Ashren signaled. I waved my hand. Two hundred refugees of my Onyx Legion emerged from the darkness. They weren't wearing rags anymore. They moved with purpose, boarding the three ships: the Sun’s Fury (the flagship), the Dawn Treader (a transport), and the Gilded Hawk (a fast frigate). I boarded the Sun’s Fury. The deck was pristine teak and brass. It smelled of lemon polish and money. "Get to the bridge," I ordered the corporal. "Start the engines. Keep them low. We drift out until we clear the breakwater."

"We can't hit it with kinetic force. You can't shoot a hole in 'Nothingness.' We have to fight it with Is-ness." ​The Saturnian Deployment ​The Unified Fleet was a sight that would have made the original Nora Davis weep with pride. The Weaver, the massive emerald-glass flagship of the Earth, had detached from the Pacific floor and now drifted alongside the blackened, predatory Respiration. Surrounding them were hundreds of Outrider "Asteroid-Ships," now pulsing with the green veins of the Father-Root, and the Jovian "Ice-Sloops."

However, even if they could not get their hands on Mia, it would be nice to have those beauties around her. Those people were also stunning. Of course, the first thing they needed to get rid of now was the Octagon in front of them. If they could get rid of David and the others, the beauties in front of them would be theirs. More than a dozen black-horned ships were parked not far away. They continued gathering energy as they could not give the Octagon a chance to disperse them. The black-horned ships were already a notch below the Octagon. If they were spread out, separate attacks from the black-horned ships would never be able to break the Octagon's defenses.

Baraka asked, his voice a tight whisper. "He's using the steel," she sobbed, clutching Baraka’s wrist with surprising, desperate strength. "He has dozens of Class-5 metallurgical Actives down there, melting down the frigates and the cargo ships. They aren't building trucks, Baraka. They are building armor. Heavy, kinetic-resistant armor for the entire Vanguard." She swallowed hard, her eyes rolling back slightly as the blood loss took its toll. "He’s building an army of iron. And he's marching them to the mountain."