Black Bardock Novels & Stories

Matthew was out on deployment, and I was left with no one, only my thoughts and my burning rage for revenge. Buddha was the first to give me a hug. The rest of the team knew I needed time to sort through my thoughts, but there was nothing like a Buddha hug. Buddha, also known as Patrick Parsons, was a walking contradiction. He looked like the Rock with his bald bronze head, packed muscles, and tattoos cascading up his arms and all over his chest. He looked like a beast, but in reality, he was a gentle giant. Although his personality was soft. His artillery skills were one of the sharpest in the world. His knowledge for weapons and ammunition were out of this world.

It seems that those black scales naturally hide something evil and terrifying. "Thanks to my dear friend Bartholomew, these years have passed." Tadhg Walter smiled faintly, perhaps Bartholomew's strength has improved, but this time he is no longer the monk before that bamboo body, in the cultivation base is completely equal to the other's, for Bartholomew's cold eyes do not need to pay too much attention, use Magic to suppress the three movements of magic power until only the bamboo body can be seen at the same time, only Bartholomew has not been able to see the correct time, only the time when Bartholomew is in the middle of it, does not need to be able to see it.

The Ice Bear roared furiously hearing the Barbarian Lord’s words, and the face of the Barbarian Lord grew unsightly. “What? You think you’re are the one with 175 wins and not me? That’s b*llsh*t and you know it!” the Barbarian Lord pointed at the Ice Bear and exclaimed. The Ice Bear roared again, and the Barbarian Lord responded. Barbarian and Bear kept doing this for several minutes, forgetting that they weren’t the only ones here.

Ula Budo was also an existence beyond the Martial Grand Emperor, but why was he so cowardly after meeting Elder Yi? As the saying goes, comparisons should be made to die. Comparisons should be thrown away! "D*mn it, old man, do you really think you're an immortal? No matter how powerful you are, you're still human. As long as you're human, do you really have the ability to overturn rivers and seas? Ula Budo, let's go together. I'll restrain you. Go all out and kill this old man." Lord Dark was furious. Ula Budo nodded his head as well. "Very well. Since that is the case, let's attack together! Each of us has two shoulders and one head. This senior does not believe that trash can be that powe

When the bald man heard this, his face was expressionless, and he said, "If we aren't sure, we will only seek death if we go in rashly. Do you think that they have no preparations? The old man from the Ballard family is in there! They did not hesitate to dispatch people from the Stars Group to rescue him. How could they not have any precautions? "Besides, according to the information we got, Merak, the second in command of Stars Group, may still be here! Her marksmanship is even better than mine. Being targeted by her is not a good thing! " "I know this, but this time, aren't you and Captain Bark Scorpion here? The mercenary team led by you two is always a formidable force. They should be af

His appearance turned fierce, and he wanted to suck up the divine power from Alex's body. However, the Twenty-Four Rod Formation Flags had enveloped him, not to mention he wasn’t in a good state. Completely unable to absorb the power, he gave up in despair, wiping his tears as he cried, "Okay, the ancient Buddhist path is destined to be broken. The Dairaionji Temple has turned into a Demonic Cave, and the world will end sooner or later. I, the Ancestor Bodhi has incarnated into food today, a step ahead of others." Alex, of course, wasn’t really about to eat him.

“Are you really the Heir of Storm Pack?” Baird’s expression softened, but there was a sadness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. “Yes,” he said simply, “I am the son of Alpha Grayson, the future alpha of Storm Pack, and the so-called tyrant.” He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, “But I’m also Baird, the one who saved you, the one who still cares about you. That hasn’t changed.”

No member of the Clan knows what transpires there, but the father never comes back and the son always comes back filled with wisdom and stronger than his father, ready to rule his clan with a common goal, liberate the world from the oppression of power. The present Dorak was brown in complexion, tall and dashing, ripped in size, having multiple scars all over his broad chest, his long straight auburn hair gave him a wicked beauty as did his turquoise eyes gave a daring appearance. On getting to Dorak, the Drokan warrior goes on his knees then offers the paper with both hands. After a short while of reading the Dorak stood on his feet, influencing a great silence in the marquee. “Zapov Zodaik

Other than the superficial wounds, all of them seem to be alive and well. But at that moment, The Eternal Emperor has unleashed all of his power and attack the old Monk Tian De. With a golden sword in hand, he rushes to the old monk with ferociousness. “Nirvana palm 6th form, Thousand Arhat meeting” Muttered the old monk as the arms of the Buddha’s Avatar appears behind the Avatar’s back. Thousands upon thousands of palms strike at the Eternal Emperor as he tried to repel all the arms but one of the palms struck at him. The Eternal Emperor movement stopped, at that moment countless palm strikes from the Avatar struck him mercilessly.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Adam, and the owner of this host body is called Barker." Adam cleared his throat, then explained, "Barker and I made a spirit contract a thousand years ago, and he's been cultivating the law of darkness under my guidance ever since. He's gotten to live much, much longer than he normally would. What I'm trying to say is that Barker and Senior Fremont are both cultivators who have lived up to a thousand years. Yet, the fact remains that Barker's no more than a host body I'm borrowing. You're much better off becoming my pupil than Fremont Skye's, you know?"