Avatar Mech Suits の小説・ストーリー

Earth had been transformed into an interstellar fortress armed to the teeth. On the top floor of Sterling Tower, Katherine secured a chest plate shimmering with dark gold and ice-blue light onto Jack’s torso. This was the "Valkyrie-Apex" combat armor. It was the flawless fusion of Earth’s highest tech, the Old Ones' divine runes, and the Remnant Fleet’s anti-entropy alloys, custom-tailored for the Planet's Alpha.

The golems nodded and tapped the runes while she was still touching the print, then they severed the cord connecting to their bodies, losing all of their power. The cocoon crumbled, and a standing humanoid with a pair of white curved horns remained in its center. It had plant fibers covering its body and head like a second set of muscles. Tempered crystal armor were on vital parts of the body while not restraining movement to offer more protection. Red energy pumped through the arms as if it was blood. Finally, a mask with 12 bright red wings surrounding a small skull on the center covered its face. "Understood, Captain." Answered with a masculine voice inside the suit. He bowed a bit toward

Eriyumilai stood proudly between Blake’s legs. Eriyumilai’s sleek, muscular frame was now clad in matching black armor, intricately designed to complement Blake’s suit. The armor was both elegant and functional, with sharp, angular lines that mirrored the pup’s natural strength and agility. Spikes adorned his shoulders, and the chest plate gleamed with a polished finish, offering protection while enhancing his intimidating presence. The pup’s eyes, still bright with youthful energy, now held a fierce determination, his sharp teeth barely visible beneath the armor that covered his strong, battle-ready jaw.

-One of the villagers said. Nat and Gree quickly went to Gree's and Nat's workshop to search for weapons while Chronos beheld the machine initializing. He noticed the multiple joints moving to show a magnetic supported Antimagic shield and many digital locks opening to release a railgun, homing missile batteries, grenade launchers, two cannon barrels with heavy-armor penetrating ammunition enhanced with magic, magic-based ammunition machine guns, and flamethrowers. The Tyranno-AMHAR: Peacemaker was not a war machine, it was an extermination device.

"Just a... little... more..." Suddenly, the air in the tower hissed. A shimmering distortion appeared in the center of the room. It wasn't a wolf. It was a machine. A massive, three-meter-tall exo-suit, plated in dull titanium and humming with a low-frequency pulse, materialized from the shadows. The visor was a flat, clinical red. "Director Vane," Victor’s voice came from the stairwell. He burst into the room, his clothes shredded, his body a map of fresh, weeping gashes. "You coward. You came for the scrap?"

Smooth metal plating. Fluid joints that moved like water. Eyes glowing a steady, cold white. Dante’s jaw tightened. “Automata.” “Julian’s prototypes,” Aiden whispered. “Fully autonomous. Full combat interface.” The machines scanned the canyon before stepping forward with silent precision. Behind them, a third figure appeared— human, walking with calm purpose. Dante stiffened. Aiden’s stomach twisted into ice. The man descending the ramp wore no armor, no insignia, nothing but simple black tactical clothing. He looked so ordinary he almost faded into the canyon’s shadows—

“They’ve been preparing this for weeks.” “Then so have we,” Eli answered. A hulking figure stepped forward—almost two meters tall, wrapped in reinforced plating. Its helmet had no visor, no face. Only a smooth reflective front. Eli’s stomach tightened. “That’s not a soldier,” he murmured. “No,” Damian said. “That’s an inhibitor suit.” The suit raised its arm—and fired. A net of pulsing white light launched outward, expanding midair. Damian’s body jerked as the edges brushed his shoulder—the net was designed to tear tower energy apart on contact.

I say with full honesty. As remove my hand and step away, the mirror dims and I only see myself. Turning, I slowly walk toward the darkest corner of the room. Hanging from a hook is a suit not unlike the one I wore as the technician. But this suit was not designed for containment like the other suit I was forced to wear, this suit was designed for war. In addition to giving me all the support I'll need to keep my body safe as it heals, it will increase my strength and agility. This suit was created by my father as a way to make anyone into a super soldier.

Silent: I watch with crossed arms as the infamous Dr. Kolohe Cho uses her technological power to complete the suit of armor. “The Iron Fist armor is nearly ready,” Dr. Cho says while looking at a metal claw. Her eyes and head glowing a blueish-green color, the claw starts to turn by itself. It grabs a massive iron hand and screws it into the wrist of the armor. Dr. Cho thanks the claw machine while it spins around.

I shouted. I stepped forward to meet the first armored Husk. It was a massive beast, a former Northern Alpha whose body had been fused into a suit of black iron. It raised a hydraulic fist, the pistons hissing with a freezing mist. I didn't dodge. I swung the new blade in a wide, horizontal arc.