Apocalypse Tamer の小説・ストーリー

After six brutal hours, the settlement fell. Deep inside a hidden laboratory, Sanctuary forces discovered the cure along with proof of the conspiracy. Apex had planned everything. Once society forgot its values and history, her faction would rebuild civilization according to their ideology. Captured and restrained, Apex faced Atlas without fear. “You will execute me,” she said. “And prove you are no different.” “No,” Atlas answered. “We will remove your enhancements. Make you natural again. Then you will live long enough to understand the damage you caused.” For the first time, fear crossed her face.

They were staring at him with a religious awe. "The Alpha of the North rejected you," Rowan said, his voice growing stronger, vibrating through the floor. "The Alpha of the South tried to consume you. But they are just 'Characters' in a script that has already failed." He stood up, towering over me. He wasn't the "Runt" anymore. He was the **Beast of the Apocalypse**. "We are going to find the others," Rowan declared. "And we are going to 'Delete' the hierarchy."

"Aya" This time the feeling is as smooth as a feather, pure compassion and regret, as if my attacker regretted what he had just done. However, I no longer control anything, my emotions are exploding in my brain. If I don't release them, I feel like I'm going to go crazy. I go back to the source of the call, howling in my turn on this spirit which has just attacked me. "RANE"

a failsafe bunker designed to survive a total societal collapse. ​Three figures sat around a table of glowing blue glass. They weren't holograms; they were the "Architects"—the original designers of the Alchemist’s work and the Sovereign’s grid. ​"The biological variable has exceeded our projections," the first Architect said, her voice a flat, synthesized drone. "The Alpha and the Apex have successfully weaponized empathy. The 'Zero-Pulse' model is currently at a 98% failure rate." ​"Then we move to the 'Feral-Reset'," the second Architect said. "If we cannot archive the world, we must return it to a state of total, unguided chaos. We release the 'Blight-Prime'."

Ronan muttered. “Don’t get too comfortable,” Ara cut in, voice heavy. They all stopped and looked at her. Ara stood at the edge of the trees, eyes fixed on the red numbers still ticking in her vision. “We didn’t stop Ramsdale Hawkins,” she said quietly. “He has the authorization. Based on my last timeline… the apocalypse begins in exactly seven days.”

His fangs dripped with an otherworldly venom, and his claws, capable of rending the earth itself, twitched with an insatiable bloodlust. Across from him stood Alex, the revered clan leader of Gaia, a beacon of hope and resilience amidst the chaos of the impending apocalypse. Her aura shimmered with the iridescent light of The god of crystal, the eight-tailed supreme god, a being of immeasurable power and benevolence. Her eyes, like pools of molten crystal, reflected the unwavering determination of a protector, ready to sacrifice everything to safeguard his people and the world they held dear.

“I don’t care what you call yourself now. You’ll scream the same way Lira did when I struck her down in the realm between realms.” My jaw clenched. Ryan stepped forward slightly, fists balled. “You’re sick.” “I’m enlightened,” Tamar said, voice smooth. “You don’t know what she is capable of. What will do to this planet if she is not put down. But I do. And I know exactly what must be done.” Suddenly, the shadows moved. The Horax emerged from the broken arches and shattered corridors, their armor matte-black, etched with runes that bled faint red light. Dozens of them. Maybe more. They circled like predators.

The soldiers that had massacred the demons and devils survived through all the ordeal. Humans, elves, vampires, and dragon tamers. Dragon tamers were the unusual little groupie that was single-handedly picked by Shadow and was created a few weeks ago. They were the strong warriors that wield the power of the dragon and certainly weren’t ordinary lads. “Listen up.” All eyes collectively fixated on him. “Let’s make a very small fire, a little starting ember. Even if the fire is as small as a grain of salt, it would soon swallow a huge mountain.” Dionysus paused and glanced at them, carefully.

At this time, the fire in the eyes of these fierce beasts rose to the sky and began to melt the sky. All the blood gathered into a terrifying formation, a giant cocoon that wrapped the world and all kinds of elements, as if it was going to crush everything in the world into chaos. At this time, the purple-gold Violent Thunder Ape was outside the city. What it saw was only a blood-red barrier, walls, and nothing else. However, that terrifying aura and terrifying pressure made it feel incomparably alarmed, to the extent where it even had the urge to escape. "Is he able to withstand this kind of pressure?" The Purple Golden Thunder Ape could not help but worry.

Tiya gave a final jerk before she disintegrated into ashes. "No!" Nadia exclaimed in horror. Blood gushed down Beelzebub’s neck and down to his tunic staining it an inky black. He kept a hand on the wound and glared at them balefully. "You little brats," he remarked. "You really think you can take me on? I am a Horseman of the Apocalypse. I am Pestilence."