Zoro Ships 소설 & 이야기

Doreon The port of the city where they had arrived, after days of walking, was full of ships departing and even offshore. Doreon looked at the surface of the open sea and all he could see were hundreds and hundreds of ships of different sizes. Some were gigantic, capable of carrying hundreds of people, others had compartments to transport animals. The sails were colorful. Some were green, like the banners of Haefest, others were gold, like the banners of Aeris, still others blue like those of Locrand and in the distance Doreon could also see some white and gray sails like Devian's sigil of arms.

Under the river, there were endless lives, including many creatures of the Sea Tribe. The Sea Tribe, the Sea Python, the Sea Demon Black Tortoise, the Bloodthirsty Sea Demon, etc.... Every one of them was a creature with matchless. Anyone who encountered them, unless they were Powerhouse Cultivators, would have no chance of surviving. This was precisely the case. If one wanted to pass through this place, they had to choose some powerful ships. Golden Dragon Ship! This was a giant ship chosen by Zephyr Khan and Widow Scorpion. It was thousands of meters long and 100 meters wide. It was a colossus.

"Vulture! Jax! Light the harbor!" The dark didn't fade; it was shattered. From the tops of the industrial cranes, four massive, five-thousand-watt shipyard spotlights flared to life, their blinding white beams cutting through the fog to illuminate the harbor like a surgical theater. The white light caught the six matte-black zodiac boats as they surged toward the slipways, the mercenaries inside wearing sterile, unmarked diving gear, their submachine guns raised. The "Nautical Slaughterhouse" began before their boots could even touch the wood of the docks.

Out of the blue, many ships showed up behind Tyr Summers’s ship. Someone was carrying a rocket launcher on one of the closer ships and fired it at their ship. The rocket failed to land on Tyr’s ship. The aftermath of the explosion caused the mid-sized ship to sway violently. At the same time, numerous speed boats were lowered from those ships. Each speedboat was occupied by enemies equipped with hot weapons. Those boats were moving toward Tyr’s ship at lightning speed. “Incoming!” A fighter of Zuken Group was yelling from the deck. Simultaneously, the sailors who were in charge of sail the ship were ready to turn the vessels around and escape.

The entire ship had seemed to be jammed from the dragon’s presence. " Systems are servilely damaged Mr. Ardmore,” Ziracco said. " I know Ziracco! ” Primal said. ” What the hell is going on here? ”

His brown eyes were reflected on her pea-green irises, and so, Z found herself looking away. They passed through a narrow, winding street of the villa. Neat-looking torches were lining up in its corner, a dark, transparent glass casing a small bulb standing from its peak, catching the rays of the sun and using it to create its light. Z had a glimpse of the intricate housing styles of Zorpheans. As they weren’t allowed to use their shadow, it was then decided to build it as their home. It was pretty convenient because a shadow has a high sensitivity that could detect the simplest malice; hence, it would barricade its premise with thorns, protecting its Wielder.

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.

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.

Vanessa, still reloading her rifle, snapped her head up, already alert. “What is it?” The screen flickered, displaying satellite footage of something massive rising from the depths of the ocean floor. Impossible. The Return of the Nightmare Rook’s voice crackled through the cockpit comms, strained but urgent: “We’ve got multiple signatures... coming up fast!” Through the storm-filled horizon, dark shapes emerged, pushing through the churning waves. A fleet of unmanned warships, their steel hulls gleaming, automated and deadly. At the center of the advancing armada...

In the initial few seconds of the clash, a number of ships, possibly a hundred, had already gone into flames or decapitated - most of which are numbers from the new arrivals. The Zhinras, as the men could see, were strangely on the defensive side and are heavily outnumbered - a role Earth forces had always played. However they are essentially more sophisticated vessels compared to the millions around them. They couldn't help but notice that a legion of ships looked very primitive - almost like they are just made of sticks and stones, and then there's the jellyfish like ones, and metallic ones, among many other kinds.