Blue Sand Armor Outward Novels & Stories

These armors were the property of the Valdez family, seemingly referred to as the Mad Dragon Armor. From what Adrian had previously understood, the Mad Dragon Armor was incredibly precious. The Dragoria military had once spent five hundred billion gold, yet only managed to order five hundred sets. This meant that a single set of Mad Dragon Armor cost a staggering ten billion.

The four of us parted ways to prepare, with them tucking in their children for the night, looking toward an uncertain future. I let my powers flow over my body. If I can create a key, a bird, and a blade with my powers… Why not armor? My mist swirls around me, casting me in tough, hard armor in a soft blue that hugs my body like a glove. When the mist settles, I’m totally covered up to the chin. I take a few steps away from the table, crossing through the door of the armory into the wide, open training area. I break into a jog, then a sprint, leaping and shifting mid flight. The armor made of mist shifts with me, turning to armor that covers my wolf.

It was a combination of intense cobalt blue to turquoise, aquamarine and emerald green. This is... fucking beautiful. I walked over to the white sands. I can't help but be amazed as I watched my feet dug into the soft sands. "Hey!" I suddenly heard Sandro which made me looked at him. He ran. My eyes followed him and my feet froze on the sands when I saw a tall man approaching us. He tapped Sandro's arm. "Why did you not tell me that you are here?! How dare you, twin!" Sandro whined. It had never fucking crossed my mind that he was the one who Sandro was pertaining to.

I stepped into the one shoulder dress that worked well for my body shape and adjusted my breasts going sans bra due to the sewn-in padding. The dress was a bondage style that accentuated what it shouldn't as I looked like sin. The shoes were so beautiful in a orange and blue pattern and took no time to put them on and fastened them. I got into the bathroom and applied a bit of powder, eye liner, blush and mascara. I put on my favorite clear lip gloss. It was a true optical illusion as it was transparent blue but it made my teeth look whiter. I spritzed on some Valentino Donna Born in Rome fragrance. I pulled my hair out and hit it with some hydrator to call my waves and curls out to play and

They never mistreated him, they just pretended as he never existed. Xasha wondered why he suddenly started thinking about old times. Xasha was on Stardust Island. He stood on an open field with his hands behind his back, wearing tight green armor that one would think was just a leather suit. It was actually made from a Special Alloy that used Storm dragon scales mixed with Sea king scales and Golden Peacock feathers.

I told her. Which, I took the largest ice boulder and push the rest of the silhouettes back to their wall, sealing them behind it. Kuroyuki seals the hole afterwards. "H-Help! I can't win this…!" Persia yelled. TH— THUNK! THUNK!!! She was slicing Blaze’s silhouette with her cards, yet it bounces away from his body. I remember Blaze had a magical armour on him. This means— it even copied that…!? "Kyaa!?"

The other was deep obsidian with streaks of violet color that pulsed with an energy that crackled like lightning. Two swords lay beside them—twin blades, pulsing with raw power. One for Xander. One for me. The forge had gifted us. Xander stepped forward first, his usual composed expression was filled with awe. He reached out, fingers grazing the silver armor. The moment he touched it, the entire armor responded, shifting slightly like it had recognized him I swallowed hard and looked at my own. The obsidian armor was calling out to me like an extension of myself that I didn't understand yet.

He didn’t wait, kicking frantically for shore. I glanced down. My own personal swarm had arrived. Dozens of them, maybe hundreds, their needle-toothed mouths gnashing against the faintly glowing plates of my armor. The sound was a horrible, skittering scrape. A wave of visceral disgust rolled through me. Time to go. I swam, not with panic, but with a brutal, efficient speed. The armor was dead weight, but it was a cage they couldn’t penetrate. I hauled myself onto the beach just behind Wren, collapsing onto the pristine, untouched sand. The island was perfectly restored. Not a scorch mark. It was obscene.

Duggar straightened, but he didn’t rush. Good. He understood weight. He gestured toward the tributes. “These are offerings from the Silent Blues,” he said. “Forged in our lands. Carried through our battles. Not for display, but for use.” One of his men stepped forward, lifting a piece of armor, dark, reinforced, etched with subtle patterns that hummed faintly with energy. “Tempered with moonstone,” Duggar continued. “Resistant to both steel and magic.” Another brought forth a blade. Slim. Deadly. Its edge shimmered faintly, almost invisible in the light.

The sand from below thickened and moved up on air, and Heian was not controlling it, but an army of Sandmasters from the eastern part of Muhler arrived as well. “Reinforcements?” Esdras looked untroubled. He released his hellfire, the red particles around thickened. Meanwhile, the king strengthened his protective shield using the Protexerium to protect all of his companions. Wallace and Enkille made a physical shield made of ice. They were not holding back now. The squad unleashed their power to the fullest to survive.