Akame Ga Kill Imperial Arms Novels & Stories

I shook my head chuckling and did the same and held a big gun in my hand, standing beside him and watching the door again excitedly. And the second wave burst in, they didn’t waste a moment, they shot everything and everywhere like crazed men, but nothing happened to us and the other men dropped dead. I cocked my head to the side and looked at my men who were as confused as me, but it didn’t last long because the next thing I know my friends walked inside. Armani was holding his cherished machine gun while Cacilia was rocking her semi that she had platted in gold. She had it custom made.

On its shoulder was a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Antipersonnel Chaingun, which loaded directly from an ammunition pack on the mecha’s back. Xylo was in her own mecha, a B-ranked Terra Nach Mar “Phantom” Mechanized Infiltrator. Its paint scheme was dark blues on smoke grays, in a pattern meant for nighttime incursions. On its shoulder was an A-ranked Terra Nach Mar “Executor” Sniper Cannon. Each of them wielded a C-ranked Federal Shipyards Machine Pistol, which was paired with a B-ranked Federal Shipyards “Citadel” Tower Shield. “It almost feels like we’re bullying them,” said Freya.

The vaulted, shadowed ceiling high above us seemed to violently shatter. The Emperor's elite, personal executioners, the Crimson Guard, rained like armored rain. They wore heavy articulated armor made of obsidian laced with glowing crimson runes and wore featureless iron masks on their faces. They did not have blood-magic whips, but they had huge, jagged broad swords that were built to cut a Lycan in half. "Form the perimeter!" Kaelen roared, and his midnight black tailored suit tore at its seams, as his divine starlight violently erupted.

He looked down at the body and placed the small figurine in the boy's hand. " Rest in peace Icarus. I swear. I’ll avenge you." Kronos stood up as a new scent reached his nose, a smell he didn't know. Moments later, a patrol of four Imperial soldiers wearing black armor approached him. The armor had a pointed helm with two squared holes leaving the eyes minimally exposed. Attached to the top was a tiger head shaped ornament piece.The shoulders were rounded, very long and enormous. They were decorated with two curved animal horns on each side, placed on the front and backside.

Iris said, and Roger nodded. “Now, Arman, Dominic, Stavros… I need to have a balance of all the armed forces available… We need to know the headcount and level of training. Teams and designated commanders for each group,” I said, and they nodded. “Just so you know, in my realm we have worked on a special armour…” Dominic surprised me, “It is light and quite effective, but it is bulletproof, leaving very few vulnerable spots for our guys to get hit with a bullet… in this case, the serum,” he informed me, and I smirked.

He punched the guard and took his sword, stabbing him from the back. He fought with another one putting him on the floor and stabbing him and another one. Matt had already dealt with the rest. Alpha Gilard rose up and pulled out a dagger. He walked backward slowly pointing the dagger at Alpha Jones. Matt threw his sword at him. Alpha Gilard knocked the sword away with his knife but Matt was already holding his hand before he could recede. "Are these your Alpha trained men?" Alpha Jones pointed at the dead guards around. "You can kill me but I am sure it won't be long before you join me because some Alphas are already ganging up against you" he shivered. Alpha Jones looked at Matt and they bo

The wood groaned under my heavy weight. "Hold on, Daphne," I growled under my breath, my red eyes fixed on the top landing. "I am coming up." Chapter 66: The Hallway Fight POV: Malakai Word Count Target: 1,500 words Ten Imperial pack guards stood in a tight line across the high marble hallway leading straight to the Council room. They wore thick black tactical vests over red tunics. They held short heavy shotguns and iron blades. Their faces were white with fear, but they had nowhere left to run. Behind them was the heavy oak door of the Council chamber.

Alexei The lower armory is a different beast from the polished, parade-ground feel of the keep. This place is functional, cold, and smells of whetstone, metal polish, and old leather. Racks of Silvercrest issue swords and axes line the walls. They’re all gleaming, perfectly balanced, and look like they’ve never really been used. Not with the intent to kill. Maybe for play-fighting. Kieran is already there when Marcus escorts me in. He’s standing in the center of the room under a high, slatted window, a shaft of dusty light illuminating him like he’s on a stage.

Marcus mocked, turning his head sideways to glare at Korr before looking back at me with absolute satisfaction, his hand reaching out to try and catch my fingers. “My estate is fully locked down. My forces out at your perimeter might look small, but they are disciplined. Every single one of my guards is carrying high-grade eastern automatic weapons and heavy tactical armor. We don't have the messy, unorganized numbers Jared had... we have precision. We have the biometric keys to bypass the vault locks where the Nullifiers are stored. I have everything you need to feel safe, Edal. You’ll be begging to stay in my bed by the first week.” “Is that so?” I purred, giving him a slow, heavy gaze tha

Otherwise, you'll regret it! When Caelum said that, he took out a specially made firearm and slammed it on the table before him. The firearms were a genetic weapon made from Country A. It was specially created to counter martial arts warriors, and they were incredibly terrifying. Harvey did not even glance at it and said, "Gaspar's getting old, and he's exploiting his age. But seeing that we're supposed to pay respect to our elderly, I won't kill him. But for you… Do you think I'm too scared to kill you?"