Carapace Centurion Novels & Stories

So plain it almost seems like it’s on purpose. Behind them is a centimare. The massive myriapod’s eyes gleam in the sun, hundreds of pointed legs pacing as it resists the urge to crawl underneath the ground. Its pincers click together in irritation—the noise from earlier. At least a half-dozen carts and tents are attached to the back of its long body, creating a giant, living caravan. “Well, nice to see one of your types being reasonable, for once.” The woman arches an eyebrow.

Even the warhorse had jet black armour covering the entirety of their body. Undoubtedly, their humanoid form was odd. It strangely transformed them into humans and horses. [Demonic Armoured Centaur - A-rank 2nd circle] HP- 3000 Def - 2400 ATK - 450 Speed - 89 Mana- 300 [Aura of the Knight, Indomitable Physique, Battle Formation, War Cry. Advanced Weapons Expertise] It was incredible. The stats and skills were both incredible. Advanced weapon mastery was a skill that allowed the centaurs to master four weapons.

At the far end of the table, Chimera recognized Rage's men. They stood out like sore thumbs, what with their bare chests and broad shoulders. Their battle scars were vivid in the myriad of lights set around in strategic corners of the clearing. Their hair was plaited and adorned with bones. They stood and bowed as Chimera got closer. He gave them a curt nod, but as he wanted to say more, one of the Centaur women led him to an empty seat directly beside Chini. Behind the table, Centurions in their droves, cheered as soon as they set eyes on him. He wove at them and gave them a genuine smile right before he sat down.

A beast who had been alive for a thousand-year finally perished in the hands of Master Magaera. Yet, nobody was paying any attention to the beast that they had fought so hard to protect or kill. Everybody's attention was on the inner core, floating mid-air, it drifts around as if it was alive. The inner core of the ancient poisonous centipede, a rare treasure that could not be found anywhere. Master Magaera, did not even look at the floating inner core, with his standing in the Godly Region, there was no need for him to fight over an inner core

“And no sign of where the assailants may have gone?” I shake my head. “They did a phenomenal job of covering their tracks, unfortunately. There was too much blood everywhere to see where anything was going. Plus, the centurion’s armour had been stripped from him, which is where so-called Centurion Maddox got his armour. This was a planned infiltration specifically designed to lead us all the way out here–hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if creating such a thick cloud of bloodscent was just another method for them to stall us out here. We need to head back now. I think they're planning something huge.”