Armored Core Reviews Novels & Stories

I wondered. Corey is an observant person who, no doubt, could probably put the pieces together. He has always had a no-nonsense, just get it done personality, which is one of the things I like about him. He is also great at technology. I have seen him hack into some of the best security firewalls like it was child’s play.

And there would be more. Joseph looked on and finally saw the four power-armors, still standing but with their upper body hunched forward, slouching like a crumbling statue. Each and every visor ruptured open with smoke coming out of them. Their weakest spot. And the Kalayaan Spec Ops made sure and quick work of it. Real quick work. He looked away. He didn't want to see what was inside. He knew what was inside.

What flaw? The ceramic plates do not wrap around the lateral ribs, Valerie said, her words coming fast and sharp. They left a three inch gap under the armpits to allow for arm rotation during firing. The seal there is only triple woven nylon. A standard nine millimeter round will slide right through it. Dominic let out a low, dangerous laugh, a dark grin spreading across his face. You designed their armor, and now you are going to help me tear it off. I am going to the roof, Valerie said, reaching out and snatching a spare tactical radio from the workbench. Give me a channel. I will guide your shooters from the high ground.

He didn't ask; he commanded, yanking me down across the seat and shielding my head with his arm, covering me completely. The next few seconds were a deafening, metallic barrage. The custom-armored car, designed to withstand attacks like these, vibrated under sustained, concentrated fire but the car remained impenetrable, much to my relief. The glass around us spider-webbed, but no bullet could pass through. The air filled with the sharp, acidic scent of cordite and burning metal. I tried to raise my head, but Zeke pushed my head back down with enough force. “Stay down, Evelyn! Your safety is my priority!” Zeke’s voice was a low roar, utterly devoid of panic, but coiled with lethal fury.

New technology. Ancient engineering fused with modern systems layered across centuries of occupation. And at the center is The Core. A massive circular mechanism embedded deep into the mountain itself. Metal. Stone. Rotating structures humming softly with impossible age. Enzo stared. “Oh.” He muttered, looking at what his eyes are seeing. “Oh, that’s deeply evil-looking.” The chamber wasn’t empty as dozens of armed figures already waited along the elevated stone ridges surrounding the Core. Silent. Watching. Black tactical armor unlike Luca’s men.

I can be a handful, but only because I can take care of myself and don’t need babysitters. I do feel bad for them though, hence why I like to give them breaks – which they refuse to take. Not only are these two stuck standing guard in front of whatever room I’m in, but they have to do it covered head to toe in armour. Looks amazing, but I wouldn’t want to wear it. The armour is made from graphene, it’s flexible and elastic while being strong and lightweight. The beauty of this particular armour is that it’s been imbued with makkari magic. The armour is sentient, to a degree. It can sense the species of the attacking enemy and alter itself accordingly. So, if say a sirna was attacking them, t

“That’s right! The Willbreaker is of utmost importance to our clan. We mustn’t touch it at all.” Simultaneously, other high-ranking executives also raised their hands and stated, “It’s not only the Iron family’s Cooter Armor that can withstand the hellish lava. What about the Preitium Armor that was crafted by the forging family under us? That armor can resist the erosion of hellish lava too. If that is the case, why should we take the risk of trading the Willbreaker away?” “It’s true that the Preitium Armor may be able to block out the hellish lava, but it isn’t completely safe, whereas the Cooter Armor is guaranteed to protect the user from the lava,” Carwyn continued.

In fact, most of them were assuming this to be some kind of a stupid mistake by some dumb idiot. They waited for a few seconds, yet no reply came back from the armored man. The trident, which was stuck on the ground, however, started vanishing into nothing. Archie was now fuming from anger. The best thing about Soul-Armas was that these weapons could be stored inside the mind-palace, therefore summoning and retracting the weapon was pretty easy. He was now sure that the armored man had no intention of revealing himself. "You goddamn imbecile!" Archie clenched his fist, he then turned at his personal team, "Get him, don't let him run away."

I clamped my jaws around its shoulder and bit down with everything I had. Prime roared in actual pain this time. “Emotional attachment equals weakness!” Sable limped into the chamber, blood running down her face. “Kade! The core server is behind that sealed door! We destroy it and the whole army loses cohesion!” Unit Prime threw me off and stood tall, chest heaving. “You will not succeed. I was born for this moment.” Then it went at Sable. “No!” I intercepted, slamming into its side. We rolled across the wet floor, smashing through more tanks.

I added. "Noted, madam." Moving on, the head worker delved into the advancements in soldier support technologies. They showcased a new generation of armor that offered enhanced protection without sacrificing mobility. The armor was made from a lightweight yet durable material that could withstand even the most intense battles. It was designed to adapt to the wearer's movements, providing optimal comfort and flexibility. The head worker then introduced a breakthrough in weapon technology. They presented a prototype of an energy-based rifle that utilized a fusion power source. This weapon boasted increased firepower and efficiency while minimizing the need for ammunition. It had undergone rigo