86 Legion Novels & Stories

“You’re only taking six men with us?” “Probably a dozen. Not enough?” The Legion isn’t enough, Rufus thought. As they headed to the edge of Rutland, Quintus spied Porcius walking about the body pile, quizzically looking at the assembling Legion like he’d never laid eyes on it before. “Centurion,” Quintus called out to him as another six men joined Rufus and the six originals. The Greek didn’t turn his head, but stared at the siege weapons on the cart and the spokes of the wheels, fascinated.

I could tell Caleb didn't not like being surprised, but so did i. Was Caleb Legions' father? He looked old enough but then again they looked nothing alike. Why did Legion look taller? Why was he wearing a suit that looked like it could buy all my daddy's restaurants and clubs. I mean he was a mere student but right now he looked like he runs a multi-billion dollar company.

And why would Lawrence know about the peculiar side effects he had when he underwent a cultivation breakthrough? Ashton had many questions to ask, but he was certain about one thing—Lawrence harbored no ill will toward him. Lawrence continued, "This is the Legion Cemetery. Like the name implies, it's where the deceased legionnaires are buried. Every single one of them buried here sacrificed their life for the country. This is something that every legionnaire takes pride in." As he led Ashton further into the cemetery, he remarked emphatically, "Only the best of the best get to become a legionnaire. At its peak, the Legion overshadowed both the Dominion Vanguard and the Empyrean Sentinel. We

Pumunta sa una ang lalaki at yumuko. Hellios handed the Director a dagger and made a small cut on the guy's neck. Eli winced a bit. The Director took out a vial containing the blood from Eli's neck. “Welcome to the Legion, Lie, Manslayer 110.” He did the same thing on the next one. “Atticus Hart. Welcome to the Legion, Rhodes, Manslayer 111. Marcelina Farren, we welcome you to the Legion, Vixen, Manslayer 112.”

He did not immediately object but instead scrutinized Allen with deep, thoughtful eyes, clearly weighing the pros and cons. However, his surprise was fleeting. Soon, he recovered his usual composure and authority, his voice low and steady: “The First Legion is the city’s most crucial military force. How can it allocate troops so easily?” Allen, however, did not back down. He let out a cold chuckle, his sharp gaze locking onto Edgar’s, his tone steady yet laced with implicit threat: “The Second Legion can be mobilized—why can’t the First? Besides, do you think the Second Legion would stand idly by if Livia takes the lead?”

POV: Wolfy If you can't break the vertical barrier, you break the horizontal foundation. It was a principle of structural demolition I had acquired from a Dregs sapper, and it applied with mechanical precision to tactical warfare. The Iron Legion was a physical wall. It was a relentless, regenerating mass of Barzil-steel alloy that was slowly compressing our biological frames against the unyielding blast doors of the Keep.

The warrior sounded absolutely certain. Not arrogant. Not confident. Certain. As though the outcome had already been decided. The creature suddenly laughed. The sound rolled across the mountains. Deep. Dangerous. Amused. The Legion's leader slowly turned toward it. The creature's golden eye gleamed. "You think you can take her from me?" The snow beneath its claws began to crack. Shadow poured from between its ribs. The mountain trembled. The Legion remained unmoved. The lead warrior simply replied: "We took worlds from kings greater than you."

Frank eventually nodded, and Pax whipped out a palm-sized metal tablet that he placed on the table. It was an emblem just like the ones seen in period dramas, with a crest and small font underneath that read: the Cerulean Summit Legion of the Tarren kingdom. "Was this a legion that served the Tarren dynasty?" Alda could see that there was more to this emblem than met the eye, but she did not remember the Cerulean Summit Legion from history either. In that case, that would make the legion an irregular military force from that distant era. Pax smiled but shook his head. "History texts lie, Ms. Ingram! Who would bother to record a legion of less than three thousand in detail?"

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

My second gamma hurriedly told me through our mind-link. "Rate the threat on a scale of 1-10" I calmly replied. "It's 7, color red, a high risk battle, because they seem to have a hidden legion waiting in ambush" he quickly added. "Hmph! Wow! Interesting. Get my second storm legion ready. We move in an hour. Stock enough supplies and weapons, and add a hundred heavenly beasts to it. The first troops will leave with me using heavenly beasts, while the second will join on horsebacks. You know what to do" I whispered lazily.