Carapace Centurion Novels & Stories

It charged with terrifying, skittering speed, its massive mandibles opening wide to snap the Crustacean mutant in half. Nero held her ground. As the beast lunged, she didn't try to block. She ducked beneath the snapping mandibles, planting her feet, and drove her oversized, hydraulic pincer directly upward into the beast's underbelly. CLANG. The pincer clamped shut. But the Goliath’s bone-white armor was incredibly thick. The hydraulic pistons in Nero’s arm whined, venting hot steam as they struggled to crush the carapace. The beast thrashed, raising a massive, scythe-like foreleg to impale her.

The penthouse suite was flooded with the bright, golden light of the morning sun, the mountain wind rustling the sheer curtains of the balcony doors as if last night's violence had never occurred. I walked into the private master closet, pulling two sets of heavy tactical gear from the high-clearance racks. The Crescent Warrior armor was built for high-intensity sector operations lightweight, layered Kevlar plating embroidered with the silver crescent crest across the shoulders and reinforced with internal titanium threading to resist claw impacts. I stripped out of my rumpled formal uniform, pulling the dark tactical shirt and structured pants over my frame before locking the heavy chest pl

As he spoke, Easton held out the gifts that he had prepared specially for Sebastian. "Mr. Ballard, this is a thousand-year-old centurion root that my grandfather has treasured for many years. Please accept it." Sebastian glanced at the box. There were three centurion roots that were all more than six feet long lying quietly in it. From its appearance, it was easy to tell that the centurion roots were at least several centuries old. They were certainly a valuable treasure. "Mr. Carroll, you'd better think things through. You probably don't know about what happened tonight yet, right?" Sebastian asked, smiling slightly.

At least in his previous life, Victor had never gotten one, or even heard of one. The best module he got in his previous life was a five-slot Iron Wall Core, which mainly increased the mecha's defense. The Hundred Battle Core, also known as Core Module 1, has a straightforward function. It increases combat power. Besides the Hundred Battle Core and the Iron Wall Core, there are also Detection Cores, Assault Cores, Superpower Cores, Gale Cores, and so on. "Inspect." [Hundred Battle Core (Epic)] [3 slots] [Combat Power +300]

Kirou had just managed to return to his feet from that roll when he had to backflip to avoid the carapace shield minotaur from stomping on his lowered figure. It was only after doing so for a few times that he finally managed to stabilize himself, long enough to look at the stats of the creature trying to beat him to death. Monster: Carapace Armored Shield Minotaur (Mutant) Level: 15 HP: 80,000/80,000

The cultivator on the platform behind Caspian once again inhaled a breath of cold air and let out a sigh when he saw this scene. "So hard!" At this moment, the ground paved with rocks was also cut open and smashed into pieces by the bones. For a moment, gravel flew everywhere. At this moment, the two skeletons, like two ropes, twisted into one and swam toward Caspian again. Their pale bodies, row after row of ribs, trembled like a huge multi-legged centipede. The centipede had two fish-like heads. Every head was as big as the front of a carriage. If a coward saw it, he would probably be scared to death.

“Oh, right. Oop!” KHIEEK!! The centipede that was just kicked away just now came back and attacked Matthew. Matthew stopped the centipede in its tracks by grabbing it by its mandibles and pushing it back. “Outta the way!” Matthew tore out a mandible with his right hand. After throwing away the mandible, Matthew closed his hand into a fist and punched the centipede. Boom! The carapace of the centipede cracked and exploded in green goo and pieces of its golden brown carapace. Seeing the might of those who basically one punched the centipede, Gon was amazed.

“Cover your nose, Tempest. Goddess, I don’t think it’s healthy to be in such a closed space…” “No, wait, Archer!” I fought him when he tried to push me aside. “It’s a little farther in. I need to get there…” “Tempest, NO!” He reached for my arm, but I slipped past him and almost ran to the spot I wanted. Right in front of me rose a solid carapace so black it could’ve been obsidian. Almost three meters. Concave. Sharp. Dangerous. Worse, the black was smeared with a reddish slime clinging to it.

“I can’t go to the werecat village. They fight with the order in the name of the Celestials.” Clarissa looked down at her robes, the olc symbol brazenly displayed on the front. Centra seemed to know what she was thinking. “I have something for you.” Centra spoke a few words in the ancient language before a familiar fabric appeared in her arms. On the log next to Clarissa, Centra laid her armor. Clarissa’s eyes widened, and she smiled, grateful. Clarissa jumped up, picking up the armor and swirling around with it. When Arcadia insisted she wear it, Clarissa didn’t realize how much she would miss not having it.

“Well, let’s see how it goes… “ “Last time, it was kamaitachi… what’s it going to be this time around?... “ At the north special box of the Colosseum, Flavius Great-grandmother nodded her head as she watches following a loud clanking and plonking sound, hearkened through out the arena as chains rattled before long half of the arena tensely folded into the other half where the EXTERMINATOR stood heavily as red and black vapor emitted from it’s invulnerable body appearing as though series of plates were tacked on above the other conjointly cladded with great helm revealing an eye slit that glowed in red standing many feet taller and different in appearance than when Herminia previously wore it