Weirdest Mha Ships 소설 & 이야기

But the water wasn't the scary part. Floating on the black sea were ships. Hundreds of them. There were Viking longships, their wood rotted and petrified. There were 17th-century galleons with tattered sails frozen in mid-flap. There were rusted ironclads from the Civil War. And dominating the center, massive, grey steel hulks of WWII destroyers and U-boats. They bobbed silently in the black water, bumping into each other with dull, hollow thuds.

I was totally shocked when I saw how huge and different the structure of the main ship was. I thought it was going to be round and spinning like a top, but it was nothing like what I had seen in movies. It looked like an enormous windmill, with what looked like blades at the top. They weren’t literal blades, more like floating compartments. It had a long body, and three large blade-like structures hovered above it. It was so massive that I could compare it to a flying skyscraper in space.

"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.

Mia nodded and replied, "I will. I know we have a duty to our clans so I'll be careful." I nodded, relieved. "The Shadow Clan’s ship is massive!" Mia said, her voice full of excitement as she switched the topic. "And it's so equipped with the most advanced technology I have ever seen. They have weapons that can cut through steel like it is just butter! The communication devices that allow them to speak to each other even from different parts of the ship is also very impressive, and don’t get me started on their medical technology. They can heal wounds that would be considered fatal to us in a matter of hours."

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?"

He approached their table and placed it in front of Mabel, who raised an eyebrow. "Go on," Marco said evenly. "Open it." Mabel’s hands trembled as she unlatched the case. Her eyes widened as stacks of crisp bills came into view. "Oh my gosh," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. She quickly shut the briefcase, her expression shifting to one of triumph. Marco remained stoic. "Now the details." Mabel took a deep breath, as if savoring her victory. "The ship’s name is Maersk Mc-Kinney Moller. It had Maersk Line’s white seven-pointed star logo on a blue background. It departed from the port nearest to this place."

TIME: 07:30 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 0 - THE CRASH SITE. STATUS: SALVAGE. The ship didn't look like it could hold life. It looked like a carcass. It was a Mag-Lev Heavy Freighter, class-4, likely shot down during the Unification Wars fifty years ago. It had nose-dived into the ruins of an old office complex, its massive rusted hull jutting out of the debris at a forty-five-degree angle like a tombstone. Vines of grey, mutated ivy crawled up its sides, feeding on the leaking coolant lines.

"If we don't speak now, there won't be anyone left to hear us." THE SIEGE OF THE ICEBREAKER ​The ship suddenly shuddered as a massive explosion rocked the hull. On the external cameras, Leo saw the Trust’s "Ghost Ships", sleek, silent aircraft that looked like shards of black glass, landing on the ice shelf. Teams of "Iron Erasers" began to pour out, their weapons glowing with a terrifying, white-hot energy.

"Kaelor, look at the signatures of the ships above." "What am I looking at?" "They aren't Aethelgard ships. Those are Navia hulls. Steam-engines and salvaged iron." Aradaa’s heart sank. "It’s the humans. A 'New Republic.' They aren't trying to claim the ship... they’re trying to kill the 'Beast in the Deep.' They’re afraid of us." "Those are our people!" Kaelor shouted. "Why are they dropping fire on our heads?" A new signal pulsed on the sonar—a familiar, sharp encryption.

Mia whispered, standing on the capstan with her hand pointing over the port railing. Through the black mist, the horizon was no longer flat. The deep margin was a chaotic landscape of unfinished concepts—massive, floating blocks of un-carved marble, rivers of liquid silver that ran without banks, and fragments of ancient, handwritten drafts that drifted through the dark like broken icebergs. And there, stuck fast in the middle of a floating reef made of frozen punctuation marks, was another vessel. The Derelict Draft The blue ship glided to a halt beside the reef, its wooden hull scraping against a massive, crystalline question mark that rose twenty feet out of the black water.