Novelas y relatos de Overwatch Ships

After an hour, Ding Hao and the rest finally entered the territory of Earth Province. Less than 30 minutes later, an earth-shattering roar came from below, and the air was filled with a stunning energy fluctuation and the smell of smoke. Ding Hao and the others looked up and saw five huge black warships quietly floating in the distant sky. Obviously, they were mercenaries from the Land of Divine Grace. The five huge warships covered half of the sky like dark clouds. The Puissant Power Cannons on the bows of the ships were shooting out beams of light, mercilessly bombarding the giant city below.

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.

"I'm sure within a day or two they will move beyond our territorial waters. We have to prepare everything.” After saying that, Alpha Jabre nodded and then left. Upon the departure of Alpha Jabre, Rohan's gaze was still fixed on the large ships lined up far in front of him, which seemed to want to dominate the sea. Their arrogance was visible from how they decorated their warships. Even while looking at the ships, Rohan's head was still filled with the image of Sashal. He clenched his fists and tightened his jaw. “Your Highness! How long will you glare at them? Let's take care of our end before rejoining in this place, okay?”

“They are coming to the shore!” ​I looked down at the narrow strip of beach at the base of the cliffs. Small, sleek boats were dropping from the sides of the larger ships, propelled by jets of steam and solar fire. Each boat carried a dozen soldiers clad in white-and-gold armor, their frequency staves glowing with a lethal, humming energy. ​“They want to fight on the ground,” I said, a dark, human joy rising in my chest. “They think they have the advantage in a melee.”

"Vincent said the signal bounced off a maritime satellite. And Orlov? The Bratva run the docks in Jersey." The pieces are starting to click. Not a picture yet, but an outline. "Get Vincent on the phone," I say. "I want to know every ship that docked in Livorno the week we were there, and where they are now." "You think the shooter is on a boat?" "I think the command center is on a boat," I correct. "It’s mobile. It’s secure. And it’s the perfect place to ghost from." We pull up to the Tower. The gates open. The security team is alert, weapons drawn.

He buckled the harness over his head. "Take a seat guys, this is going to be fun." Tom sat down in one of the four seats against the back wall. He buckled his harness as did the other three men. "Pod seventy-one ready," Aidan said into the headset. The huge ship in front of them turned to face them. The thing was massive. As one, a bunch of spikes released from the ship and formed a pattern. They approached the human ship. Tom knew these. He had learned to pilot one a lifetime ago. Those were darts, offensive ships used to attack. The darts grew closer and flew in a pack. Lasers beamed out of them in short rays and hit the ship.

With the new enemy, no…it was a returning enemy. The Forgotten have shown themselves at last and are currently amassing their forces at the Realm of Sol. When did this ruthless race form an alliance with the forces of chaos(the Nightmares)? "You've got to be kidding me." Onimura said while looking at the project inside the tent. The massive gate was seen by an Oculus Class cruiser, a 2,000 km ship that specializes in reconnaissance and spying. Using the Super Ability Mejora Visual, the Oculus captured a blurry image of the massive gate as well as objects exiting the crimson gate.

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.

"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.