21st Century Necromancer-Chapter 763 - 759 On the Thames River (Please Subscribe, Request for Monthly Tickets)

763: Chapter 759: On the Thames River (Please Subscribe, Request for Monthly Tickets)

763: Chapter 759: On the Thames River (Please Subscribe, Request for Monthly Tickets)

As the most glorious and famous warship of the Royal Navy, people still remembered what HMS Hood looked like.

When HMS Hood entered the Thames River, people on shore had already recognized her identity and informed the police.

However, this was of no use, for the Royal British Police, despite their glorious tradition dating back to the era of Queen Victoria, were simply not equipped to intercept a 40,000-ton battlecruiser.

Although The Hood was sunk by a single shot from The Bismarck, this did not mean she was not a formidable ship.

Even with the current strength of the Royal Navy, stopping her was not an easy task, especially on the Thames River, with the London city area on both sides.

If combat were to ensue, just one salvo from The Hood’s eight 381mm 42-caliber main guns would be enough to level an entire city block.

But even though the grandeur of the Royal Navy was no longer present, they at least still had courage.

A patrol cruiser overtook The Hood from behind and positioned itself in front of her.

“Unidentified warship, please stop immediately!

This is British territory; we are the Royal Navy!

Stop immediately for inspection!” Despite being a mere patrol cruiser facing the gigantic HMS Hood, the sailors aboard bravely hailed The Hood.

Even though The Hood was an old ship built during World War I, and could be sunk by a single modern anti-ship missile, before the missile could sink The Hood, if she were to fire, not to mention other consequences, at least the entire surrounding residential area would be destroyed.

And at this moment, the civilians watching The Hood from both banks of the Thames would suffer heavy casualties.

Because the first boatman to discover The Hood had taken a photo and posted it online, all of London now knew that a warship identical to HMS Hood was moving along the Thames, attracting crowds along both banks to witness the warship.

Given the circumstances, even if the Royal Navy was capable of sinking The Hood, they dared not initiate hostilities.

Hood, standing at the bow, looked at the patrol cruiser blocking her way and couldn’t help but feel a newfound respect for this little fellow and the younger generation of the Royal Navy on board.

Although they had lost the former glory of the Royal Navy, it seemed these successors had not completely discarded the Navy’s honor; at least they had the courage to stand in front of an enemy.

However, even though Hood appreciated these younger successors, it would not hinder her own actions.

She simply flew up from the bow and with a voice that everyone could hear, she said, “Royal Navy, HMS Hood here, I’ve come to take my last companion away.

Please clear the passage.”

Seeing The Hood rise into the air left everyone dumbfounded.

A warship that should belong to the annals of history reappearing was surprising enough, and now there was a girl claiming to be HMS Hood floating at the bow, causing the patrol cruiser blocking The Hood to be uncertain whether to retreat or continue the blockade.

But The Hood did not stop.

She maneuvered her hull forward, the massive ship exerting pressure on the patrol cruiser, forcing it to move aside.

The protection capabilities of modern warships couldn’t compare with these massive steel monsters from the era of big guns; if the patrol cruiser collided with The Hood, the cruiser would end up as a pile of scrap, while The Hood might lose a bit of paint at most.

After all, in Hood’s era, battleships had to account for sturdy and reliable defense, unlike modern warships which are made almost as if they wished they were built from plastic.

Gliding past the patrol cruiser she had nudged aside, Hood cast them an apologetic glance.

Despite the sleek lines and elegant hull of the patrol cruiser, Hood found herself quite fond of the little guy, and perhaps after returning, she could speak to the commander about upgrading her own hull for modernization?

Hood had learned to use the internet and was quite envious of the advanced weaponry and equipment on modern military ships.

Other ship-girls might not voice it, but Hood suspected they all harbored similar thoughts.

Yet, even with these thoughts, Hood focused on the task at hand, for today she was here to retrieve Belfast.

There were many bridges over the Thames River, and Hood had navigated this waterway during her service.

Back then, there were not as many bridges, nor were they as beautiful.

While the riverbanks’ terrain remained unchanged, the buildings on both sides had undergone remarkable transformations.

Observing all this, Hood couldn’t help but feel a little moved by the passage of time.

If the commander had not salvaged her from the cold seabed, perhaps she would still be sleeping in those frigid and dark depths, wouldn’t she?

Back then, as a battleship, she felt nothing, neither loneliness nor solitude.

But now, retaining those memories, she remembered the cold sea water, the dark seabed, only accompanied by seaweed and fish during her long and lonely years.

With these thoughts, she couldn’t help but feel both sympathy and envy for Belfast, sympathy that it too had endured such prolonged solitude, and a sadness greater than her own in watching former companions depart one after another.

And envy, because Belfast did not have to lie at the cold seabed but could enjoy its later years anchored peacefully by the Thames River.

But battleships have no twilight years!

The best ending for a warrior is death in battle, and for a battleship, it is the sea!

As long as one can still navigate and fight, one should not stay in port rusting and decay; instead, one should rekindle the boilers, billow smoke, and charge through the seas in battle until the ocean swallows one up once more!

With this mindset, Hood hastened her speed, eager to take Belfast away.

Had Hood not wished to give her last companion a dignified and elegant ceremony, she might have long since lifted her hull and flown there directly.

Even so, as she advanced towards Belfast, someone still stood in her way.

Hood frowned at the sight of the individual blocking her path and the Tower Bridge ahead, which remained closed.

Beyond Tower Bridge lay Belfast, but without the bridge raised, her hull could not pass through, especially with the British Government’s Transcendents standing on the bridge at this moment.

Observing the blocking Transcendents, Hood considered for a moment before fully releasing her aura.

Instantly, a Demigod-Level aura swept across, halting the momentum of the Transcendents who had intended to stop her, their expressions turning to disbelief.