Novel & Cerita Armored Mage

Elish felt bad for his heart still stop a bit for Ariet beauty, the ebony skin, the long curly hair, the beautiful fox eyes with the lovely ghostly blue iris, and his big red lips. Elish hesitated for a moment. That was enough time for Ariet to attack him with two short daggers. It made Elish's heart became hard and, he didn't hesitate anymore to use his sword. The combat was hard for Elish, who had just had a huge battle, but Ariet didn't look much better. "to support the giants he must have spent a lot of MANA." Thought Elish looking at Ariet's blows getting slower and more violent. An Archmage that couldn't use MANA couldn't be a match for the sacred knight Elish.

The cherry and soft spoken ones that greeted Captain Carmen Ildroun is, Captain Arwyl Maedrym, an Elf, and also a captain in the Aeternum Royal Military, Mage Division, she is what people say a usual image of an Elves, her long blonde hair were braided neatly, paired with the new, White and Blue uniform of the Mage Division it can be said any normal people can easily mistaken her as the Elves princes. Still underneath that cherry and warm person, she is a Peak Tier 3 Mage, and also nicknamed a ‘Blood Mace Wizard’ a title that she obtained after Joining the Hallerus Civil War and also the Alemia Nation Noble Uprising where she stood by the High General Bina and crushing the enemies skull with

"I can't keep my shield up forever!" That was true. I'm a licensed Mage (Rank A-2) but I was a civilian. If my opponent was another Mage, then perhaps I wouldn't be feeling so desperate. But Anomalies have a high resistance to magic, and to take one out required you to use combat spells of Rank B and above. And as a civilian, I don't know any combat spells strong enough to kill one, and neither do I have the magic power needed to cast it. The best I could do was keep myself alive until help could get here, which is why I was pouring as much magic into my barrier as I could.

His purple beard was long and wrapped with a ribbon, he had a long tail coat on and was clearly from a respectable family. "Of course, that, or an ogre." Spoke a young handsome man, his neon green hair glowing under the sun. Normally, he would've snorted at the thought, but standing in the dragons den made him nervous and stiff. There was a journal under his arm and his fingers itched to touch it. "Either way, it must be someone powerful and frightening. We must be respectable, lest we want to lose our lives" a tall middle-aged man spoke, his pink narrow eyes surveyed the area as the group awaited the mage. His hair was white.

It had been woven through the kingdom itself. Another tremor shook the abyss below us. One of the Hollow Guard moved again. This time fully. The massive armored figure rose slowly from the darkness beneath the ruins, towering at least fifteen feet tall beneath layers of fractured silver armor covered in black veins of corruption. Ancient runes burned across its chestplate. Its eyes glowed silver through the helmet. And chained to its back—a massive broken blade. The entire chamber recoiled instinctively. The Hollow Guard stepped forward once. The sound alone shook the ruins. Purge mages raised their weapons immediately. The cultists dropped to one knee again. But the armored figure ignored b

Cray assessed James’ strength and concluded his current strength was close to that of Xeraiah. On the battlefield, Taran donned a magical black armor made from inscriptions of heaven and earth. He had used the strongest form of Curse Magic and the most profound Curse Inscriptions. The defensive power of his armor was terrifying. Even King Marciais would have to use all his strength to shatter the armor. Taran floated in the void with a solemn expression. Meanwhile, James had a relatively relaxed composure. The Boundless Pagoda floated before him, and above him was the Demonic Compass that emitted a corrupted aura capable of affecting the black mist within the Dark World. He also held the Cha

However, he found an anomaly that no one wore armor in this place. Warrior should wear heavy armor. Light armor for assassin. Robe's for magician and healer. While Blacksmith and Alchemist can wear what they like as they won't fight any battles anyway. “Just what is going on?” Feng Shaotian asked. 'Does master doesn't know about the Border Agreement?' Jiang Fu thought. “There's a reason for that master” he said solemnly as he thought of the past. “What reason?” Feng Shaotian asked with furrowed brows.

“You never told me about the armour, Arshild.” :Like I said, it wasn’t meant for you. With how little your mana is, you won’t be able to maintain it for long so I just discarded it out of the interface. Besides, you already have incredible power with your astra alone. But after what we’ve been through today, I’d say we better work on your mana capacity soon: “Yeah. My mana is already a lot higher than average, isn’t it? Just how much mana does the armour use?” :That depends. If the armour gets damaged in battle, the consumption is going to increase to repair said damage. Just like the weapons. The armour was never perfect since the Hero came before I could finish it:

After the armor was crafted, it was sent to the fae to enchant it with high magick. They placed enchantments of increased stamina, endurance, healing, quickness, and strength upon it. They were each given to members of supernatural royalty; vampires, werewolves, warlocks, fae, angels, and so on, received the armor. Mine is attuned to my electrical energy. It is a deep dark black with veins of crimson-colored living blood flowing through it. It is light armor and fits me like a glove. The matching sword is called the Deathslayer, as its power is that which can even defy death, himself.

she complains as she shakes her hand. I snort and flame rumbles up from my throat. "That wasn't very nice." She's back to running her fingers over my scales trying to figure out how they work, I presume. I hold back the flames by locking them tightly in my throat, and I try not to think about the horror my fire caused. No, not my fire... me. "The scales turn to armor when needed. It's easier to show someone than explain," I say in order to take my mind off what I did to Laryn's bride. I have no idea why I offer, but the words tumble out before I can stop them. "Would you like to ride?" Only brides have ever ridden me, and riding is considered sacred in the dragon realms.