Carapace Centurion 소설 & 이야기

The sky above Moscow tore open. It wasn't a slow descent this time. The Source knew we had cheated them. They sent the "Centurions"—monstrous, shifting entities of gold-tinted geometry, ten meters tall, their limbs ending in blades of compressed gravity. They fell like rain into the Red Square, their impact cratering the stone. Nevan didn't wait for a command. He drew his massive, rune-etched claymore, the blade igniting with a cold, grey fire. "VANGUARD! HOLD THE LINE!" he screamed.

Centaur added. I looked at Mamba and nodded my head. We crawled slowly on the bushes. I stopped immediately when I heard a car's engine. "Hold positions. One vehicle departing, two guys on board." Centaur said. He's at the top of a big water tank near the warehouse. "Any visuals inside?" I asked. "Negative." He replied. "Phoenix, proceed with the plan after five minutes. Centaur, we need your go signal." Sphinx said. "I'm on it." Centaur replied.

I want to see the hierarchy system in this academy. Cent received a smirk from the arrogant angel. Her conclusion to what heavenly breed he was came from his almost corporal form – his soft-looking silver hair and his bluest eyes that reminded her of the ocean’s waves. From his hand – a swirl of aqua-colored flame emitted. It started as a spark that eventually turned into a sword made of blue flame. Unknowingly, Cent took a step back – her instincts sending her thousand of signals to flee away from him.

After three shouts, there was no response, so the Channel Winds mercenaries shouted three more times in Orcish, but there was still no response. "Keep going and we'll see whose luck is better," said Knight Erik. The cave would eventually end, and after walking more than a hundred meters, they had killed a total of 57 centaurs, leaving only the last three. In the torchlight, at the end of the cave, two centaur warriors, obviously better dressed than the others, were guarding a small centaur woman. The experienced mercenary team of Channel Wind could tell the rank of the orcs by their clothing. Upon seeing this, their captain immediately whispered, "Baron, this centaur is probably the daughter

It split into four mandibles, lined with rows of serrated, yellow teeth. It was the size of a tank. It looked at me. Its eyes were milky white cataracts. "A Behemoth," I whispered, recognizing the creature class from the oldest Archives. "A Carrion Beast." The beast sniffed the air. It smelled the star-metal Heart beating in the center of the room. It growled. A wet, gurgling sound. It ignored me. It walked toward the Heart. "Hey!" I shouted. "Doggy!"

"Is the Command Center secure?" "Doors are locked tight," Torque grunted. "My boys tried torches, thermite, and C4. The armor on that thing is three feet of depleted uranium weave. We can't crack it." "You don't need explosives to open a door," Ren said, turning his head slightly. "Jinx." Kara stepped out from behind Leo. She carried her battered laptop and a coil of heavy data cables. She walked up to the side of the massive Mobile Command Center. She didn't look at the heavy blast doors. She looked at the external maintenance panel near the rear wheel well.

"Move!" Dax roared, shoving my father toward the stolen SUV. "The ceiling is coming down!" But the loading dock wasn't empty anymore. Standing between us and the exit was a nightmare of chrome and hydraulics. A Titan-Sentinel. It was twelve feet tall, a bipedal tank with a rotary cannon for an arm. In the original timeline, this thing had killed three of our best riders. It had taken us six chapters to figure out how to scratch its paint.

“Captain on deck!” The man that enters is an all too familiar sight for every soldier in the room, his shoulder plates had distinct red stripes unlike the dull steel ones we had, while his chest plate had the image of the Caesar’s Crystal Leaf crown smelted the left breast of his armor, and finally clutched under his arms was his helmet, the Centurion’s Red Crest was attached to it while two distinct red arrows were painted in the side. A 5th generation soldier and one of the toughest veterans in the Bright Tigers, it was Captain Centurion Brachuss Gilderscrowns. His presence immediately calls everyone to stand in respect. “At ease men, we don’t have much time so let’s get straight to the pl

But modesty is still valued in the human world, so we know to cover up. “Alpha Scarlett.” I hear a familiar voice call out. I turn to see Alpha Connor running towards us. “Alpha Connor. Good to see you. Just wish it could be under better circumstances.” I say to him. Alpha Connor is closer to my parent’s age than to mine but wasn’t mated until he was a bit older, so his pups aren’t yet old enough to take over his pack. He may not be a spring chicken anymore, but he’s still one hell of an Alpha. And he has the handsome good looks of a matinee idol with piercing blue eyes, a strong, square jawline and salt and pepper grey hair.

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