Novel & Cerita Armored Mage

The strength of these three sorcerers was quite strong when compared to ordinary humans. That day Al wore sleeveless armor so that his arm muscles look perfectly curved. His burly body was imprinted on his stretchy armor. He took off his hood and glared at the guest who barged in. His stiff hair stood sharp, towered in Mohawk style, and was dark green. With his masculine jaw, Al looked fierce and strong. He deliberately exposed his muscles to scare his opponent. His red eyes glared ferociously. His tall body emitted an oppressive aura. Al was ready to hit anyone who dared to break into the Brighton area.

Not because they posed a threat, but they were part of Vacio's plan to annihilate White Day. But how? That ArmorBoy has a unique set of eyebrows, long earlobes, and cornrows-styled hair that was tied back into a ponytail by a clasp was tough. He donned an armor for his attire that was indestructible. He only broke though his armor when he used his remnant magic, but he was sure he can wear another set of armors in replacement.

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."

The one who spoke was a muscular and fierce-looking warrior with a long scar running down the left side of his face. He wore a dark suit of armor engraved with strange glowing symbols and mysterious patterns. At first, I didn’t understand why so many people stared at him with excitement, jealousy, and admiration. But from the crowd’s whispers and Linda’s explanations, I finally learned something shocking. The armor was enchanted. Apparently, this world possessed enchanted weapons and objects capable of carrying magical abilities and supernatural powers useful during battle. From the crowd’s murmurs and Linda’s patient explanations, I discovered that enchanted materials were divided into diff

The Mercenaries’ Guild had even compiled a dedicated bestiary, indispensable to adventurers. The Blackarmored Boar was no easy opponent. Thick-skinned and heavily built, it could achieve terrifying speed in a full charge. Though it possessed no spell-like abilities, its lethality was not to be underestimated. “Smear this across your chest,” Instructor Beff said, tossing him a black pill. Logo did as instructed. Crushing the pill between his fingers, he rubbed the substance onto his chest.

’ Amara asks. ‘We prepare ourselves.’ I say to her, grab Talon’s hands and lead him to my bedroom. He looks around my chambers, taking in everything and touching everything in curiosity. He smirks when he sees my table covered in dozens of daggers as I place the one Micah made me amongst them. The wand my mother gifted is also there. I open my drawer and pull out a fresh pair of my black leggings, baldric, black tank top and a hair tie, placing them on my bed. I gesture for Talon to untie the back of my dress. I let it slide from my shoulders and drop onto the floor. I put fresh underwear on and then my leggings. Talon hands me my black crop top. I take it and put it on, then take my baldric

One of them was a sturdy, burly figure six feet tall; She was equipped with a plate armor that was in perfect condition, in the sections between plates it was possible to see a silver chainmail, from the back of her belt a chainmail half skirt extended. Falling from his men was an exquisite white cape with flame-like fiery red accents. The wasteland above his head had a design similar to a Barbuta helmet, on the sides of the helmet a pair of metallic wings similar to those of a bird of prey extended. In his hands was a prominent long sword which released dangerous red flames from its edge that possessed a magical glow. On the other hand, the figure that was next to the armored being, had a s

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

As Roland galloped through the streets, his elegant linen garments billowed in the breeze, offering glimpses of the sturdy chainmail and armour concealed beneath. The sight of the armour caused the citizens to widen their eyes in recognition. It was clear that Roland's attire was of the highest quality. Their assumptions were spot-on. For this particular outing, I had equipped Roland with Grade III magic chainmail and armour, meticulously refined by the system. His attire was tailor-made to complement his class as a Demonic Monk, ensuring unrestricted movement and durability in battle. "Did you see that guy? There's something about him that's just captivating. It's like my eyes are fixated o

Most of them were even wearing light armor that covered important parts of the body such as the chest, stomach, or head. The wind mages — people with white hair — wore a lighter set of clothes. Some of them even have sleeveless robes or plain cloth armor. They must have chosen this kind of attire to increase their mobility and speed. The blue-haired individuals, naturally, were water mages like me. However, there were only a few of them that I saw and they hadn't formed groups at all. These people donned large robes and mage hats which fit them perfectly.