Bakudeku Ships Novels & Stories

Mentally rolling my eyes, I nudged Aemun back but he wouldn't budge. "They should be ready by next week. Each ship can hold 150 army men. The ships for you are almost done as well." His voice made me freeze. I looked just in time to see Adrian walking in with Micah. I quickly averted my gaze and focused on the builder in front of me. With a kind smile, I waited for his bowing to stop and for him to lead us away from here. Luzo stood next to me and obscured my view of the two kings. But my nerves kicked in by 100.

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.

The morning after Inquisitor Vane’s ultimatum, the Blackwater River looked like a graveyard of iron. Three massive Southern warships sat anchored in the center of the flow, their steam vents huffing rhythmic clouds of grey smoke into the pristine mountain air. They were "teeth" of a different kind—not bone and sinew, but coal and steel. ​Rhea stood on the battlements, her fingers tracing the rough stone of the manor. Beside her, Elias was a statue of suppressed fury. The grey-gold veins on his neck pulsed in time with the thrumming of the ships' engines.

"We're out. We're actually out." "Look," Jun whispered. Elara wiped her eyes and looked at the long-range Aetheric-Scanner. They weren't alone in the dark. Emerging from the shadow of the moon, and rising from the far side of the planet, were hundreds of other White Ships. They were of different shapes and sizes—some looked like floating cathedrals of glass, others like jagged shards of obsidian—but they all shared the same Architectural-Lineage. "Are those... survivors?" Mina asked, her voice trembling.

In his hand was a longbow, and he also carried a quiver of arrows on his back. Obviously, he was the person who had fired the arrow moments ago. Other than that, at least a few dozen machine guns lined the bow of the ship, with a gunner manning it and their muzzles trained at Tyr’s vessel. They were only an order away from firing. So, who was it? Which organization in Japan was actually capable enough to have dozens of machine guns installed, ready to fire, on their ship? “It’s them, Kamikakushi!” shouted someone from one of the ships.

"No, something worse. About three weeks ago, after my husband brought you in, we heard that the people of Umudike have joined forces with our people to fight every Osu in the land." "That's homicide. The Osu is a small group of people. They cannot survive." "Strange, my mistress, strange. But what troubles me more is the army from the west. Five days ago, my husband said he spotted an army coming from the west, close to some island where the missing toe creatures normally disappear after they are banished." Ejima stood, her heart was racing much faster now. Those were not the missing toe creatures. Those were the children she had spent the last few years saving from the claws of death. How c

Amino brushed his fingers through his hair, feeling over the edge. His vein popped out at the side of his head and around his neck. “What is this?” “We have just heard the news.” Ryuzaki placed his elbows behind his back, striding along the busy shore. Currently, Amino and Ryuzaki’s people are lodging the boxes inside a few hundred ships. Ammos, destructive weapons, bombs, and many more were lodging inside the ships which later would glide across the sea toward the neighbor country; Country C.

"Okay, Mr. Wade. I will make the arrangements before I leave!" At this time, Charlie received a document from Autumn. The document listed all the information and photos of all the ships of Ito-Schulz Ocean Shipping Group. In addition to the new ships that Ito-Schulz Ocean Shipping Group had ordered, there was also the information of the second-hand ships that the company had acquired from other companies as well. Charlie handed the phone over to Porter and spoke up, "Look at the specific information of these ships and choose one that is suitable to be used as a sea base."

Ding Hao's pupils contracted. It was a battleship of the God's Palace Army. The black battleship was very aggressive like a shark swimming in the ocean. It quickly flew across the sky. When it got closer, one could see a black flag fluttering on the bow of the ship. The flag snapped in the void like an eagle. "It's the flag of the Moke Fleet from the God's Palace. This is the Moke Fleet!" "Oh heavens, it's actually the best guard camp of the God Emperor... Could it be that the God Emperor has personally come to battle?"

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”