Bardock Final Spirit Cannon Novels & Stories

Soiling herself in the shadows. Someone’s daughter, someone’s little girl. But she was foul—one of the foul spirits corrupting this place. Haunting, infesting it, bringing such ruin and disdain upon it. So the old, bitter rage surged in him again, rising up, frothing over, and his transfiguration commenced. His flesh began changing its shape, mutating, function and form, adapting to the task at hand; glowing with a phosphorescent aura one minute, becoming midnight-black and crawling over his frame the next. Tendons and ligaments visibly stretched, cartilage tore. Bones were splintering.

The Spirit giggled “I know. But he and you differ in ways that are beneficial to me. Unlike you, he will be easier to control, and he looks like fun. He wants to see this world burn, and well, so do I. Once he overuses my power, which he will, his body will be mine completely.” Diego said nothing, she knew that to be the truth for a fact. Diego had unwillingly used the Black Spirits powers maybe once or twice before. She hated that power because it made her feel like a monster. The Spirit used Diego’s rampages as a window to control her and cause destruction. “So, do us both a favour and sit down and be humble” the Spirit said happily. “Your death is my key out of this pathetic body of yours

He removed the stone spirit and returned it to its locket, summoning the lightning spirit to the blast rod. This time the weapon spat with the wild strength of a storm. But he kept the spirit in bay, focusing its strength on the barrel. He returned the being to its locket as he pulled the last one. The plasma spirit was different from the others, as dead as a rock but as alive as fire and lightning combined. The entity was an essential core for a voltiir, their weapons shot the weakened version of the being, their cannons launched shells by the guiding rage of their power. Despite their profession’s reliance on the plasma spirit, It was tricky to control one. The stronger essences fought aga

At least they proved themselves not to be useless people easily defeated by Hana. Georac released the spirit beast in his hand; it was a rather large dog with black wings. Hana knew that this was a brilliant dog spirit. Nopaae is no less; standing next to him is a 3-headed beast with sharp teeth and fierce eyes. The two spirit beasts rushed towards Hana in unison. Their large bodies swallowed up her tiny body. With each lament of regret sounding in unison, no one thought Hana could survive being torn apart by two level 7 spirit beasts. But no screams were heard, on the contrary. The 3-headed monster was kicked high into the sky by a powerful force and destroyed the roof of the canteen.

Adios! Captain Yaardii: (With his body beginning to bulk and swell and his eyes bulge out enough to appear glossy he smiles and screams while placing his hands on the Anti-Warship railgun that was previously used to shoot Dantzler. The Canon begins to buzz and whurr as it drains what appears to be psychic energy along with the darkness beginning to coat him. Moments later a loud bell is heard and an announcement rings across the base) Speakers: All units please prepare for minor earthquake, main Canon is preparing to fire. I repeat All units please prepare for minor earthquake, main Canon is preparing to fire.

One of the elders groaned as he defended against Caleb's assault, shouting, "Friend, we understand that you have beef against Tarkin, but you don't have to kill us too!" However, Caleb completely ignored that, his greatsword erupting with black flames! "Apocalyptic Dragonflame, First Style—Dragonbreath!" Boom! The projection of a violent black dragon appeared behind him, its very presence terrifying! "What even is that technique?!" the elder before him cried out in shock. "That spirit beast… Is that a warrior's spirit or a combat totem?!" "World Burial Sword, Second Style—Throttle!" Shunk! At the very next second, one of the flying swords pierced the elder's throat, and he died in pain and h

This is Amold's weakest point, as he often stutters when he's nervous. "So it's true?" Ebus growled, sounding like he wanted to corner his opponent to death. Amold took a deep breath to regain his composure, then said in a raspy voice: "I don't know who told you this, but I'm sorry to tell you it's true." As he said that, he pulled his gun and pointed it at Ebus. Erebus's face was gray and he shouted: "Do you know what you are doing?" Amold still kept the direction of the gun and said: "Of course, today I will usurp your throne, I will not let a lowly man ride on my head anymore, I will do all the things you can do for you.

All his strength came out of his palms along with the spirit energy of more than 60,000 warriors and finally pushed the giant spirit ball towards Sarakuth. "No !! It can't be !!" Sarakuth shouted as he was slowly destroyed by his own special energy attack. After his body was crippled due to the force of Jin's combined spirit ball and black lightning, the spirit ball plunged out of the earth with his body and went straight towards the sun so he was burned and disappeared along with his ashes.

Instead, they were instantly erased when illuminated by the golden light surrounding it. The magical puppet on the right opened its mouth and spat wildly. A highly condensed purple Spiritual Cannon tore through the air, its body pitch-black as ink, filled within by the howls of countless vengeful spirits. Its power was sufficient to pierce the soul essence of any expert below the Heaven Spirit Phase.

The monster's pupils spun, and a feral growl escaped its mouth, "Blood for the Blood God, Skull for the Skull Throne." As the monster howled, it lunged at Ryder once again. This time, the monster was even faster than before. Its energy seemed to have increased as well. A powerful wave of spirit energy emanated from the beast that made everyone else find it hard to move. Ryder's expression flashed with determination. He let out a shout, channeling even more spirit energy into the super cannon. A series of symbols lit up on the body of the gun as it was aimed at the monster.