Army Of Darkness の小説・ストーリー

"Is it scaring you?" "I don't want you to loose your innocence." I inhaled her divine scent. "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the doom of my enemies..." She whispered on my lips. "I am here to take care of your enemies... You don't have to do your hands dirty." She is already in my dark world but I don't want her to get consumed by it. This darkness shouldn't dim her light. She gently placed her lips on mine, making me drink the wine from her mouth. Her lips moved like rhythm.

There was so much knowledge and research just lying about how would he condense into one small pack, plus food, water, and a bedroll. Urgency wouldn’t allow him to linger, war was coming, and with it...death. The Army of Darkness had been making their way through the land, setting it ablaze, leaving nothing behind. Albian knew the one behind it all would also be there, directing and choreographing every moment of destruction. "I hope we find her first, Foxfire, or all is lost" he murmured before turning his thoughts back to the task at hand.

Dominic asked, cutting off his Beta’s rant. Ryan nodded and replied, “As we speak, four more rogue dimensions are blasting away. That leaves only one dimension with the Dark Lord and his huge evil army.” “Only the human world ?” I gasped. “Yes, only the human world exists as of now. The Dark Lord lost a huge chunk of his army due to the destruction of the other dimensions but he still has over a 20 million barbaric militia of rogues stationed in this dimension. Our spies say that the Dark Overlord has closed all gates to the army bands stationed here. It is practically impossible for even smoke from outside to enter those militarized regions now,” Ryan informed. “Guess the blasts are going t

Kael joined them, his armor etched with hand-carved runes, their magic humming softly, promises of loyalty, etched in pain. “No one runs today,” he said. Saphira appeared last, silent as shadow, her daggers gleaming, her face unreadable. “We end this.” Elara nodded. “No mercy,” she said. “No retreat.” “No surrender.” The generals bowed. The army roared. And from the distant hills, the enemy came. Banners dark as grief. Vampires whose fangs gleamed with hunger, not honor. Lycans twisted by bloodlust. Sorcerers veiled in shadow, their eyes glowing with stormlight.

The creatures remained silent, their twisted forms still, hanging on his every word, their loyalty absolute. “And this time, we shall rule the world,” he said, his voice rising, filled with a dark, unyielding promise that seemed to shake the very ground beneath them. The army erupted in agreement, their roars and growls a chaotic, deafening chorus of devotion, their voices rising in a wave that echoed his command. As their cries filled the air, thunder cracked violently across distant regions, black clouds forming suddenly overhead, a sign of the power he wielded. The dark lord tilted his head upward, his hollow eyes fixed on the sky, a satisfied, devilish grin spreading wider across his ske

The infected army had already been enough to destroy kingdoms. Now another army had appeared. An army that should not exist. An army that had apparently been sleeping beneath the earth for ages beyond counting. The blue lights grew brighter. Closer. Hundreds became thousands. Thousands became tens of thousands. Then lightning flashed across the sky. For a brief second, the darkness vanished. And we saw them. Every survivor gasped. Some screamed. Others dropped to their knees. The dead wore armor. Ancient armor. Rust-covered and broken. Armor from different eras.

The air suddenly turned freezing cold. The forest surrounding the temple fell silent. Then... They appeared. Thousands upon thousands of armored warriors emerged from the mist. Unlike the Shadow Legion, they made no sound. Their armor was black as obsidian. Their eyes burned with empty blue fire. Each carried an ancient weapon etched with forgotten symbols. Liam swallowed hard. "They're dead..." Orion nodded grimly. "The Fallen Legion." "The greatest army ever assembled." "They were buried after the First Age." Magnus tightened his grip on his axe.

Behind them, thousands waited. "Today, we fight," Aurora said, her voice carrying across the silent ranks. "Today, we prove that love is stronger than hate. That hope is stronger than fear. That we are stronger than anything the darkness can throw at us." Cheers erupted, wolves howling, vampires hissing, hybrids crying out. "Today, we win." The army roared. The ancient ones came at noon. They emerged from the shadows of the valley like a tide of darkness, their forms shifting and unstable, their eyes burning with hunger that had no end. Behind them, an army of corrupted wolves and vampires and hybrids marched, their faces blank, their eyes empty.

Well, almost empty if not for us: Noah, Lowan, Maura, Cass, the arnis guy, another guy in a butler outfit, a girl in a maid's outfit holding a bow and arrow, a girl with a high ponytail equipped with a sword that looked like a katana, and me. There were three more beasts waiting for us on the yard. I bet the masked cosplayers were holding them off as the arnis dude came for us. The creature that chased us just emerged from the building entrance with an arrow on its head. We were surrounded by four beasts as huge as hippos. I didn't have any choice. I had to de-soul. De-souling is when I materialize my soul so that my body would be an empty vessel for the dark. Most people cannot de-soul so w

“For Ehlesaar, For our queen and for victory, ride!” He turned as the men chanted the final words with him, ready to face the army ahead. The shroud of darkness hung heavy over them. “You are fighting a losing battle,” a disembodied voice resonated in the air. “Fall to your death…” “Don’t listen to the darkness, remember why we are here!” Decan called as the other army began chanting in a foreign tongue, the darkness growing along with the thumping of their feet. Orcs and riders at the forefront were mixed in between the men of Ehlesaar who had fallen to the darkness. Men who would be casualties of war, if the Dark Lord thought Layana would not attack because of them he was wrong. Dagoraths