Novel & Cerita Worst Mha Ships

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.

(Alfred Monticello) I just naturally said as I am making a paper work for the many plans I had for the Alemia Region, that would soon be mind, at these point since these were only my people around me, I can talk freely about it. Major General Lucas were leading the 4th ship, Major Fontana on the 2nd Ship, I on the 3rd and Admiral Duchess Kolarova on the Iron Vessel No.1, all ships has their own commander, so that when the battle happened everyone can react accordingly and as fast as they can. I expect the chaos will be hit very quickly and in that battle we planned to lose around 2 ships that is the 3rd and the 4th ship as soon as the battle started and ended.

Chapter 50: The Shadow Lord's Departure The harbor stretched before him like a promise of violence made manifest, its waters black as midnight beneath the pre-dawn sky. Forty-seven warships rode at anchor in formations that spoke of military precision and unlimited resources, their hulls gleaming with magical reinforcements that could deflect cannon fire and turn aside the most sophisticated naval magic. Each vessel flew the silver shadow of House Nox, but these weren't the modest coastal patrol ships his ancestors had maintained. These were instruments of conquest, designed to carry war across oceans and challenge powers that had never faced serious external threats.

I forced my head up, my teeth grinding against the metallic taste of blood and sulfur that filled my mouth. Above the ruined apex of the Spire, through the jagged holes in the shattered dome, the three massive, wedge-shaped hulls of the charcoal titanium battleships weren't firing anymore. Their underside target-acquisition bays were sputtering wildly, the solid violet lenses flickering between a dangerous crimson and a dead, empty grey as the systemic hard-reboot I had forced into the baseline began to bleed into their navigation arrays. Without the High Council's central core to provide a unified targeting frequency, the ships were blind—three hundred thousand tons of military-grade hardwa

Even her cousins were so impressed. All ships except one who had to stay behind to clean up everything returned to the kingdom with the largest smile on their faces. Musa’s ship was left here to find the enemy corpses that were either floating or sinking into the ocean. All the green ships were large, comparable to the white ship. The white ship was Shadow’s personal ride and she just used it to oversee the fight in case something went awry. Although she should be cold and cruel to their enemies, Shadow couldn’t turn her head to the soldiers that were forced to clash with her and her people. There was someone’s family, someone’s son, someone’s daughter, someone’s partner, etc.

Christine then wrote to the elves to buy a three-masted warship. It didn't take long for the elves to reply that the warship was for sale, but the price would have to be raised by 30%. Christian immediately agreed. Warships in the mainland navy are divided by tonnage into single-masted destroyers, which can carry up to 50 people for coastal defense and smuggling inspections. Double-masted light cruisers, which can carry 100 people, are the main warships of various countries' navies. Triple-masted heavy cruisers, which can carry 150 people, are generally the flagships of small nations' navies. A four-masted battlecruiser can carry 300 people and is equipped with ten large bed guns for long-ra

“Do you know how close we are to total collapse? One more wrong move, and everything falls apart. And you’re out here, trying to placate that human. I swear…” “One more word,” Mason warned with a growl. Lillian stopped in her tracks, her breathing ragged as she stared at him with wild eyes. For a moment, there was only the sound of the wind, rustling the leaves in a maddening, chaotic rhythm. Then, abruptly, she turned away, running a hand through her long, blond hair. “There’s more,” she said, her voice low but still mixed with anger. “We had a little problem. The human commander said there was a shipwreck off the coast.”

Thorne whimpered. "They’ll listen to the man who knows the Southern fleet’s blind spots." I grabbed Halloway by the collar and hauled him up. "My father always keeps his supply ships on the left flank. Always. If we hit the ships with the oil-pots, the fire will spread to the main line. The harbor is a funnel. They’ll burn themselves out." "You'd sink your own fleet?" Halloway looked at me like I was a ghost. "I'd sink the world to stay alive." I shoved him toward the door. "Go! Now!"

I raised my hand, and the ocean itself rose in a massive, shimmering wave, pushing the iron fleet back toward the open sea. "GET OUT OF MY HARBOR!" my voice echoed with the power of the White-Well. Malakai’s ships, crippled and smoking, began a frantic retreat. The Dreadnought sank into the depths, a tomb of iron and failed logic. As the sun began to set, casting long, bruised shadows over the smoking ruins of the harbor, we gathered at the water's edge. Runa and Damon emerged from the surf, exhausted and covered in oil, but alive.