Battle Blades Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

"You were built to fight a human. You were not built to fight a firewall." The Mirror didn't lunge; it flowed. Its arm elongated, the liquid metal hardening into a serrated obsidian blade in mid-air. Alexander parried, the collision of high-frequency steel and programmable matter sending a shower of violet sparks across the lift’s interior. The battle was a masterclass in efficiency because they shared the same tactical foundation. Every strike was anticipated, and every feint countered before it could begin, as they moved in a blur of silver and blue with their bodies clashing in the rhythmic precision of a ticking clock.

5 tons] [Speed: 20 m/s] [Type: Medium-weight Melee] [Engine: Electromagnetic Range-Extender Engine (Legendary)] [Equipment: Ultra-Energy Solar Sword (Epic), Alloy Defensive Armor (Excellent), Multi-Point Continuous Thrusters (Excellent), Hundred Battle Core (Epic), Detection Core (Legendary), Assault Core (Epic), Gale Core (Epic), Freezing Funnel Tier 1 (Epic)] [Skill(s): Overdrive Combat Power Enhancement (Legendary), Death Laser, Extreme Thunder Blast] - "Both strength and speed have increased, and I still have a Legendary energy barrier lying in the cargo pod. My equipment is pretty amazing, but the two Excellent-grade pieces feel a bit out of place." Looking at his stats, Victor muttered

My hand flew down to my utility belt, my fingers wrapping around the cold, heavy metal hilt of the special weapon I had been keeping hidden in reserve. With a hard, desperate press of my thumb, I hit the ignition switch. HISS! A brilliant beam of hot plasma ignited. It hummed with a high-pitched, dangerous vibration that made the cold air around my hand feel instantly warm. The bright blue-white glow cut right through the dark dust, painting the monster's thick, leathery back in a pale, electric light. [Plasma Blade active Host Eva. Energy reserve at one hundred percent. The blade's thermal output is sufficient to melt through bone and muscle tissue. Target's primary weakness is now highligh

“Leave it alone!” “What’s the matter?” “You forgot your reaction when you touched this blade back at Dragun Squad Base Camp. This blade has a devilish nature, so you can’t control it now.” “Back then, Blade Hero was known as the great warrior who was invincible in the Transformation Realm,” Tyr replied with a sigh. “He had reached the pinnacle of Transformation and was capable of wielding both the Celestial Blade and the Sword of Grace. Why can’t I control the Celestial Blade now that I’ve reached the pinnacle of Transformation?”

Just as Blake Prime was about to speak, one last micro wind slashed onto his face, making him scream in pain. “Damn, were you hiding?” Blake Prime asked, covering where the last cut occurred, making Blake’s clone begin to laugh outright. “What are you laughing at? I hate those damn things. They are a bane to my existence.” Blake Prime said, wiping the blood from his now-healed face. “Nothing, nothing, but it was just too funny. It did seem it hid and targeted you.” Blake’s clone commented when he calmed his laughter. “Alright, get serious. The next one should be the Fire Law. How should we beat this one?” Blake Prime asked.

Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A] - Primal Machinations “Planetcracker” Omniresonant Greathammer [S] - Primal Machinations “Primdahl” Round Shield [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Retribution” Mass Driver Pistol [A] — Each of them were installed with the hyperionization submodules that Raijin had put together, which helped protect their armor and shields from Imperial disintegrators. And so they easily raised their shields in front of them, and happily shrugged off any incoming fire from the ships they charged towards.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

A massive camera lens embedded in the back of its wrist stared down at Bima, its red light glowing with lethal intent. "Target detected," Core Prime’s voice echoed from the sky, heavy and merciless. The hand’s pinky finger, easily the size of a house, began to descend slowly. The air around Bima became intensely compressed, making it difficult to breathe. "Now, Riska!" Bima braced himself. "Frequency channeled into the blade! Three... two... one!" Riska screamed. The blade in Bima’s hand suddenly glowed gold. Its vibration became so intense that it felt as if the knife were trying to slice through the very air itself.

"Leo! She’s removing the 'Noise'! If she finishes the render, we’ll be trapped in a featureless void!" ​"Kaelen! Maya! Break her focus!" Leo roared, finally forcing his muscles to move against the Prime’s crushing pressure. ​Kaelen didn't hesitate. He launched himself forward, his silver-metal skin flaring to its maximum output. He wasn't just a man; he was a "Living-Impact," a silver comet aimed directly at the Prime’s heart. ​But the Prime didn't dodge. As Kaelen’s fist neared her chest, she simply "Shifted." In a flash of silver light, Kaelen didn't hit her; he passed right through her as if she were made of mist.

As long as he survived the upcoming thunder tribulation, the Oculus Blade would be ranked top among all immortal weapons! Severin was incredibly excited by that thought. He took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and stared intensely at the figure of the sword embryo floating in front of him. The original crimson Oculus Blade that carried the divine flames and bore the rules of fire had taken on a copper hue, with six golden filament-like lines swirling around it like dragons. It emitted a piercingly cold and terrifying sword intent.