Badass Armor Novels & Stories

Cygnus said as he kissed the top of my head. In my self-consciousness, I hadn’t noticed what they were wearing. Their matte chrome metal armor was larger and more elaborate than usual—fully equipped from neck to toe. Cygnus had his sword sheathed at his side, while Izar’s twin axes were strapped to his back. When I say fully armored, I mean completely encased in metal. They looked so cool—like fantasy knights ready to sweep me off my feet. “You guys look amazing. Is this your formal armor?” I asked, and they both nodded.

Then one of the guests frowned. "Wait a second..." His eyes narrowed at Dakota's outfit. "That gear looks familiar." Another guest inhaled sharply. "Oh my God... That's military-grade tactical armor. I saw it in a defense journal before." "It's custom equipment used by top-tier special operations units. You can't buy that legally." Dakota remained silent. What they didn't know was that her suit wasn't standard military equipment. It had been custom-built exclusively for the War God of Vanguard. The armor was resistant to bullets, blades, and extreme heat, and it was worth more than most luxury sports cars.

There was a green flag hoisted on the peak. She could see the other guy's avatar closely behind her as she rummaged through her weaponry. She figured that a gun would be of much help than swords. The two swords disappeared and two black guns manifested in the avatar's hands. She had been so concentrated on what gun to pick, that she nearly missed...it. Her hand shot out faster and the next moment, the vanguard was down with the gun in his hand, reeling. Mo Xin Er eyed the weapon in the avatar's hand and sighed. She had let down her guard this time.

Tiger asked feigning annoyance. “Oh you don’t get to pull that look on me Big Guy. I will beat you so bad that Faith will have a hard time recognizing you. Come here babe. We got to get you in a nice swim suit. And guess who’s here?” She focused her attention to Faith and rhapsodized over the good swimming suit she got for her. “Wait! You aren’t planning to put our woman in those ridiculous looking suits of yours! , are you?” there was no way in hell I was going to let my woman wear such a thing. No way. Faith’s body was a temple only WE had the privilege to see and worship.

Their sizes varied from 7 to 10 meters. Living Armors became Living Armor Soldiers after the miasma, and then after being named they became Living Armor Knights, all of them also gained some special magic weapon that they were able to generate, they became swifter at using all kinds of weapon techniques and gained greater cooperation with one another, the leader of the living armors became a Living Armor General, growing as tall as 4 meters, with an intimidating black armor design. All of them were qualified as S-Rank, while the General was SS-Rank.

They'd been blown to bits in the previous exchange by Wanton destruction's powerful fist. Xasha stood in place for a few seconds. He flashed his hands to release the numbness. He looked at his hands with interest as he calmy removed his damaged armor and took a new one from his void ring. This new armor was a full and bulky armor that looked like a number of thin armors stacked together. It took him a few seconds to dawn his new armor and activate it, the magic circles on the armor glowed and the metal melted and mold. The size shrank two about three times the thin armor than before, and thinner in the joins for smoother movements.

that he shuddered fully. "That's right. Only the armored battalion wears armor of this design. They fight valiantly, too," the officer replied. "Are you sure you didn't mistake them for someone else?" The general couldn't believe it. Would the Diatoranian God of War really lead troops in battle by himself? "The soldiers in the armored battalion wear silver armor and are all extremely strong. They're also holding flags that have the two words 'Armored Battalion' on them. They're undoubtedly Caspian Lynch's most trusted troops!"

All of them are wielding various weapons: pistols, swords, spears—all made of silver, all laced with poison. Elder Mauritius and Quillion could feel the heaviness in the air as the weight of the power couldn’t be contained in a small confined space. “Long time no see… Old faces.” the Headmaster sneered, his voice as cold as the void. “Do you think your old ways could defeat the power of science and advancement of technological warfare?” He yelled while raising his hands as if giving them a complete view of the armor he was wearing. “This armor was created with the finest silver, laced with wolfsbane. An armor made for this very day.” He exclaimed with a thunderous, proud voice.

Laura unwrapped the bundle and gasped. Inside was the most beautiful armor she'd ever seen. Deep crimson leather reinforced with silver plates. The chest piece was molded to fit a woman's body perfectly. Intricate designs covered every surface. "It's incredible," she breathed. "Made by the best craftsmen in my pack," Lucian said. "Lightweight but strong. It will protect you in battle." Laura ran her fingers over the smooth leather. It felt like liquid under her touch. "Try it on," Dante urged. Laura looked around. "Here?"

My arms held out as a silent Null attendant tightened the straps across my chest. Snap. The buckle dug into my ribs. "Too tight," I gasped. "It needs to be tight," Barzil's voice rumbled from behind me. "Loose gear catches on debris. If you get snagged in the Foundry, you die." He walked around me. Inspecting the fit with a critical eye. He was already fully armored—a mountain of black steel and red cape. He looked terrifying. He looked like the monster the mothers in the Dregs used to frighten their children into silence.