Eternal Fleet の小説・ストーリー

Bloodfist asked while kneeling. "I have come here personally to inform you of my mother, The Queen's orders." She replied. "I am her loyal subject. How will I be of use?" "Commander Bloodfist of the Dark Fleet. You will be tasked on wiping out the enemy at Heavens Fall as soon as possible when the Fleet arrives at Heavens Realm. In accordance with the Imperial Decree, I will lend you 18 of my personal guards, the Knights of Eternal Darkness and 400,000 ships from my personal fleet to increase the probability of ending the task given to you sooner."

★𝕬𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖆 The launch platform at the Inter-Dimensional Gateway was no longer merely a conduit; it was the launching pad for infinity. After decades of careful, negotiated expansion, the Alliance was ready to step beyond diplomatic contact and into pure exploration. My mission as Grand Regulator had transitioned fully. My core was no longer tuned for defensive harmony, but for unforeseen opportunity. The Infinite Fleet was the single most technologically and elementally complex project in Alliance history. Each exploration vessel the Vigilance, the Resilience, and the flagship, the Harmony had to be an encapsulated, self-sustaining microcosm of the entire Alliance.

Chase explained, “The patrol team from Eternalporium is coming—it actually might already be in Skyspring. Any Smasher or Warlord who does anything will be noticed.” This astonished Kayson. “Eternalporium? Is it like a brother organization of Admiralporium?” Chase clicked his tongue. “I guess you could say so, but in terms of authority, Eternalporium is much higher than Admiralporium. Admiralporium has to work with Eternalporium’s patrol team unconditionally.” “Oh…” Kayson was rather curious about Eternalporium but thought he would ask Chase about it next time. “I’ll be off to the Osborns then. Send me the location.”

"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."

“Consider it done, sir. The missile will remind them why Aeternum is a force to be reckoned with.” The Aeternum Royal Navy, with its state-of-the-art warships, was a marvel in a world that had barely transitioned beyond medieval technology. Each vessel bristled with advanced weaponry, from long-range artillery to precision-guided missiles. As the fleet maneuvered into position, the sailors aboard the ships worked with practiced efficiency. Orders were shouted, coordinates were calculated, and the massive cannons were trained on their targets. On the flagship, Admiral Kolarova stood on the bridge, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon.

After Marlee directed the merchant ship to dock, she began to wait quietly. The number she received was 782. She could only wait for the 781 ships in front to enter the wormhole before it was her turn. It would be completely safe here as no one would dare to cause trouble here. The people stationed here by the Central Sacred Continent were not weak. Of the two men and one woman who just issued the queue number, the middle-aged man, Remy, was an Eternal Realm Ruler Ranker, and the other two young people were partial Eternals.

It was a Molecular-De-Stabilizer. "If we can't clean the city," the voice whispered, "we will delete the coordinates." As the flagship prepares to fire its "De-Stabilizer" beam, the sky over Lagos splits open. But it’s not the Rift. And it’s not the Green. A third fleet emerges from the clouds—sleek, silver ships that look like they were carved from liquid stars. They don't have Council markings. They have a single, golden symbol: a Double-Helix. A transmission breaks through Zora’s neural-link. It’s a woman’s voice—regal, ancient, and chillingly familiar.

We got into Drake's car and Eireen and Heiley were talking quietly inside about what they had studied. "Tomorrow I won't be able to join the advance learning death anniversary of our first alpha," Rufus said, he told us what his family was when Maria Irene asked, but he didn't hide anymore. "Is everyone in your clan or your entire race?" I will ask. "Everyone of my clans, Leo, many of my race will not come to school tomorrow to pay tribute to our brave alpha," Rufus told us no one answered us. When we got to the house, the car stopped on the side so that another car could pass.

"You have nothing else to do here in Barcelona either. Just come with me—" "No," I growled before leaning back in my seat. "First of all, I'm getting jetlagged. Second, traveling repeatedly is not healthy for me. Third, I don't want to share the same house with you. Barcelona is an exception. Fourth, be alone. Fifth, I.Don't.Want.To.Be.With.You.Period." "Accompany him, Empress Faye," Mommy pleaded, which I just ignored. "It wouldn't make me feel at ease if we left him alone in that house. There are a lot of bad people in that place."

I wasn’t sure if it was anger, dread, or something far more dangerous. The carriages came to a halt, and from the leading one, soldiers in gleaming armor disembarked, forming a line along the driveway. The first soldier stepped forward, holding a long scroll. His voice rang loud and clear. “Announcing His Imperial Majesty, Marcus Zenox, Emperor of the Zenox Empire!” At his words, my family sank to their knees in unison, their heads bowed low. I followed, even though my body felt stiff. The carriage door opened, and there he was.