2nd Legion 40k 소설 & 이야기

"The only difference is that we have different names for our armies. Nervas Army for Nerinvat, Vasand Force for Vuculv, Aseil Legion for Aslan, Wistal Corps for Winacellu, and Macian Navy for Malecoy." "What about the demons' military, sir?" I questioned and shoved a spoonful of rice in my mouth. "That, we are not so sure," Sir Rupert said and took a small sip from his soup. "Their damned army is complicated, but we will tell you about the basic structure of their ranks—the rest, you can learn that in the academy." Upon realizing what he said, his gaze shifted to me from his plate. "Speaking of which, the Entrance Exam of Kozen Akademis is in ten days, but I assume someone has already inform

The air suddenly turned freezing cold. The forest surrounding the temple fell silent. Then... They appeared. Thousands upon thousands of armored warriors emerged from the mist. Unlike the Shadow Legion, they made no sound. Their armor was black as obsidian. Their eyes burned with empty blue fire. Each carried an ancient weapon etched with forgotten symbols. Liam swallowed hard. "They're dead..." Orion nodded grimly. "The Fallen Legion." "The greatest army ever assembled." "They were buried after the First Age." Magnus tightened his grip on his axe.

"Try not to start any wars. We just cleaned up from last year." The main deck held perhaps two hundred people, human and supernatural criminals whose combined activities shaped global underground. Elena recognized handles from legendary exploits. Reaper, who'd crashed three stock markets simultaneously. Banshee, whose malware infected every military satellite. Eclipse, the shapeshifter who'd impersonated seven world leaders. "Fresh meat," someone growled behind her. "PhantomByte thinks Geneva makes them player." Elena turned slowly, finding a massive werewolf whose scarred face suggested violent history. His handle…Fang, was known for eliminating competition permanently.

"This is madness! Utter madness! What is the Legion trying to accomplish here? Even the renowned Worsleys were destroyed just like this. Who's next?" "Unbelievable! That guy named Ashton has too much killing intent! He leaves no room for mercy! Isn't he afraid of retribution?" "The Northern Troops are so formidable! The Legion truly lives up to its name. Whoever said they have fallen from power cannot be further away from the truth. They're practically an army built for slaughter!" "I'm never doing anything bad again. Who knows when the Legion might come for me!" "I know, right? With Kendrick and Willa as cautionary tales now, I doubt anybody would even dare…"

Armor from different eras. Different kingdoms. Different centuries. Some carried swords reduced to fragments. Others wielded spears blackened with age. A few still bore banners. Torn banners from nations long erased from history. And at the front marched giants. Not monsters. Humans. Or what had once been human. Warriors nearly ten feet tall. Their bones glowed faintly beneath cracked skin. Blue fire burned within empty eye sockets. Every step they took shook the ground. The Grave Legions. The name suddenly felt inadequate.

Zara took it upon herself to patiently explain to me the hierarchy of a werewolf pack as we walked to the cafeteria to have our lunch. She started with the Alpha -which was actually what Nathan was, unsurprisingly- continuing with the Beta (David) and Delta (Christian), finishing with the warriors -which was actually what all three female wolves in Nathan's gang were- and then the omegas and the lone wolves. She told me that the lone wolves were simply families or even single wolves who made the choice of living a life in solitude, away from pack grounds or rules. They respected the universal laws of keeping away from any claimed territory and the vow of secrecy from the human world, general

the guy complained, “You’ll get mobbed! For sure!” “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that stuff,” Johan replied. “I’m Johan, that’s Dorin, Margarette and Lilith, and you?” “I’m 2nd lt. Grayson!” Lilith piped in. “I-I’m Sgt. Matthew Owen...” said the new recruit, “elemental weapons... master class...”

The girl, who prided and found pleasure in coning sugar daddies with her late boyfriend. The fifteenth law of power…All great leaders since Moses have known that a feared enemy must be crushed completely, if one amber is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders a fire will eventually break out. More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation. The enemy will recover and will seek revenge. Crush him, not only in body but in spirit.

“Don’t get mouthy. It doesn’t make you feel warm all over to be godless and sinful at the hour of your death?” Flavius frowned. “Your words don’t help.” “They are meant to instruct, but I don’t think we have much time to ponder sin and life any longer, soldier.” Swords drawn, the soldiers headed out toward the gap between Rutland and the forest. In the grim moonlight they could perceive a wall of Legionnaires with their shields interlocked, a hundred or more, forming a wall. August stated, “Looks like the celebration started without us.” “Celebration? You’re mad.”

When he was thinking about telling the truth, no one believed him. "Senior, how did you manage to kill Heavenly Insect Dark Races at Rank 2 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm?" Master looked at Lucas in confusion. There was still no change on Lucas' face. He smiled calmly. "Because..." He put Apocalyptic Legion out of System Space, adding, "Because I've integrated Apocalyptic Legion." "What?" Everyone in the hall looked at Apocalyptic Legion. They found that there was no aura of Human Beings in Apocalyptic Legion. Instead, it was the aura of zombies!