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Then he steps on the gas, and the car accelerates, leaving the truck far behind. In two seconds, we see two bikes join the chase. “How do we evade these guys?” I ask in panic. “The mafia underworld works in phases and territories, Damian. In five minutes, we will be off the route and they will definitely give up the chase.” “And if they don’t?” I ask in panic. “Then they are searching for death.” “Do it!!!” Mike shouts, and one of the thugs at the back of our vehicle picks up a large hammer and opens the door.

"A flagship?" I whispered, the word feeling like lead on my tongue. "They’re turning the Earth into a ship?" "Not just a ship," Fenris said, his face illuminated by the flickering red status screens. "A **Dreadnought**. They’ve realized that the 'Intersection'—this hybrid of magic and data—is the perfect fuel. They aren't going to process us one by one anymore. They’re going to fuse the entire biosphere into a singular, sentient engine."

They all aimed directly at the Sovereign Citadel. Valerius’s crimson eyes went wide. He frantically ignited his depleted blood-core, fighting the tractor beam. "Kassius! You piece of trash! You gave me your word!" "The Sanguine Court makes no promises to its food," Kassius smiled sadistically, raising his armored hand to order the orbital strike. But before his hand could drop, the sky didn't roar—it tore. A high-pitched, dimension-shattering shriek echoed across the atmosphere. The Eclipse, a sleek stealth-yacht of black glass and gold Qi, violently dropped out of slipspace, materializing directly above the three colossal dreadnoughts, entirely defying the local physics engine.

The Heavenly Pistol Shrimp waved as he moved speedily towards the edge of the platform. The others had large frowns on their faces. Well, almost all of them. The Mini Giant cared very little for the consequences of his decision. Right now what he wanted to do was to rip the boy in half, and no amount of future trouble could change that. As for the others, they did understand everything the Heavenly Pistol Shrimp was concerned about. They really did. After all, no one wanted to be in a situation where they were hunted down, especially since they were Ascenders. They didn’t grow this powerful just to be used in the schemes of another.

Ashr glanced over at the ship and grinned devilishly. "If it was once red then the previous owner was the Orion king, Sepharious. Is this truly his old craft? I know you can't legally disclose that information but, If you can prove that it is, I'll pay you double what you're asking," The dealer was befuddled and started wringing his hands. He was telling Ashr to come to the office to check out the ship's documentation. I waited outside when he went inside. I walked around the docked ships and looked more closely at the Phantom. I ran my hands across the smooth metal and marveled at the aerodynamic curve of its shape. It was built to slice seamlessly through the cosmos. I watched Ashr exiting

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 Cradle of Shadows] The Vane interceptor groaned as it banked sharply away from the Highlands Vault, its thrusters screaming in protest against the manual override. Below them, the fleet of black gunships—Lucien’s personal hounds—scattered like startled crows, their formation broken by the sudden, erratic maneuver of the courier ship.

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."

“They always come. Especially when they think they’ve won.” Aria swallowed. “The Council?” Selene didn’t answer. But her grip on the wheel tightened like she wanted to crush it. They drove in silence for a long time. The streets looked like graveyards. Trees had grown wild through sidewalk cracks. Billboard frames hung empty. A traffic light blinked red into an intersection with no cars left to stop. Then, just before dusk, they saw the yacht. It floated at the end of a private pier, immaculate. Wrong, even. Like it had been preserved by something that didn’t want it to decay. It shone under the gray sky like an echo of wealth in a world that had stopped pretending it needed money.

The fact that both men listened only made her more suspicious. The ship dropped hard toward Earth. Riven flew between Council carriers while weapons opened fire from every direction, each strike bending away from them when Lucien lifted one hand. White chains appeared in space, massive enough to wrap around warships, and dragged three vessels out of formation. Ashar sent fire through the links, melting weapon systems while leaving life-support grids untouched. Mae watched them fight with terrifying precision and wondered how many worlds they had destroyed before learning restraint.