Canon Ships Novels & Stories

Through her spyglass, the scene at the shipyards was a vision of absolute ruin. Three massive, copper-plated Draconian war-barges had bypassed the outer reef guards entirely, using the Dawn-Gild's leaked coordinates to slam their white-hot reptilian prows directly into the grand merchant vaults. The dry-docks where the secondary hull lines of the Royal Navy were being laid down were already ablaze, the seasoned northern pine timbers turning into lines of running charcoal under the pressure of the Saurian Janissaries' magma-weapons.

"Smoke's clearing a bit to the west. Wait... ships. Lots of them. Ezra, confirm?" Ezra whistled low. "Holy crap. Lila's launching everything. Hybrid warships, at least thirty. Big ones with those weird glowing cannons. They're heading straight for Blackthorn waters." I strained my eyes against the glare. Sure enough, from our height the flee,t looked like a swarm of steel predators cutting through the waves far below. "She's going all in. Kenji, can you get us closer without being spotted? I need to see their formation."

At this time, the expressions on Connor and the other two looked extremely ugly when they saw the eight battleships on the sea as well as the huge golden cruise ship! That golden cruise ship was the world's largest cruise ship and belonged exclusively to the Clarke family! There was a mobile commercial complex inside! Swimming pools, luxury shopping malls, golf courses, casinos… Everything that one could think of was available on this cruise ship! Allen glanced at Connor and said softly, “Connor, what should we do? With the battleships acting as escorts, our people can't make a move.”

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

In its place descended a shadow that blotted out the aurora borealis. It was the Fenrir’s Fang. I had seen Council warships before. They were sleek, corporate, efficient. This was not that. This was a floating cathedral of gunmetal and hate. It was shaped like a jagged spearhead, bristling with enough heavy ordnance to level a small continent. The engines hummed with a frequency that vibrated the fillings in my teeth. "That's not a ship," Ben Carter yelled, clutching his briefcase to his chest. "That is a capital asset depreciation nightmare! Do you know the fuel costs for hovering something that mass in atmosphere?"

Xiao Fang explained the function of the imperial ship to Ciao Chen. After seeing and hearing about the advantages of the imperial ship, Xiao Chen was truly amazed. It was even crazier than his own ship, so Xiao Chen was very happy to use the imperial large ship. Xiao Fang was aware of what his younger brother was planning and firmly rejected the request. This warship was not a ship for Xiao Chen to use freely. Although it was powerful, the materials needed for the ship were rare and very expensive. The empire only had ten at the half-emperor level, twenty at the king level, and a hundred at the immortal level. Xiao Fang made this ship a walking fortress for the Xiao empire if it ever explore

The crew on his ship was also formidable. The capital was now within sight and Morozko commenced the barrage of cannon fire at it. Each ship was equipped with a large cannon just below the bow and it fired large balls of steels. “Fire!” BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The steel balls were fired and flew across the water but did not hit the buildings. A barrier stopped them from doing so. “Keep firing!” Morozko commanded. The cannon balls kept hitting the barrier but it seemed as if there was no effect to it. Cobalt had done a really good job at creating it.

They could never be used again. It was such a huge ship. One could imagine how it looked like when it carried at least 500 spirited soldiers on a mission. Judging from the inside structure, one could tell that it must have been equipped with inscription canon, which was definitely a sign of war. With the boom of the canon, warriors fully armed descended from the sky and advanced through cities freely. However, now they looked so beaten. "Where have the people on the ships gone? Why did they abandon such vast warships?"

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 told them to follow his orders because he’s the one who guarantees a successful trip to our destination. If I step foot on the island, I’m certain that I’m close to meeting Alpha Shaw. “Go down there and get the cannons working because we need them to sink some ships.” He ordered before returning to his former position. “Why do we need cannons when we have claws?” I slightly opened my arms so she could rest her head on my shoulder while standing. She wrapped her hand around my waist, and I could see how the captain's breathing changed. “I mentioned earlier that we’re going to have a series of battles. I guess here is the first one.” He pointed to the ship coming out of what looked like a c