Novel & Cerita Commander Bly Black Series

How about this, I will get you a meeting with her and take it from there! Black- I can see her now!.. please xander I will do anything I need an heir. I am not getting any younger! Xander- anything?.. like keep making weapons? Black- why? Xander- because it kills wolfs and I fear they might have duplicate the weapons and are going use them against us so why shouldn't we? Black- alright you have a point but I will make antidotes as well. Now call her! I called blue over and she come running, she did not look at Black not once. I told her to sit and she refused at first, I looked at her and she dropped her eyes and took a sit.

"Isn't that what you're doing?" As soon as we make it to the command center, one of my men hands me a case. "Sorry, Sir, but it just came in the DeBrassy is planning a party this evening. Our insiders say he might be meeting with Arrowheart to discuss what to do about BLACKEAGLE," he nods.

Major General Klyne approached him with a frown. “Good morning, Mr. Raven,” Klyne greeted him, wiping sweat from his forehead. “You know, I’ve been noticing something.” Raven raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?” “The weather predictions for the past few days... they’ve been pretty much spot on. And by spot on, I mean nothing like what the news is forecasting,” Klyne continued, shaking his head. “Yesterday, we expected a huge storm, but it didn’t even drizzle. Yet today, well, clear skies, just as your friend predicted. Seems almost... too good.”

They started to advance, their movements slow and calculated. I didn’t flinch. "Steven," I said calmly. Steven moved like lightning, pulling a gun from his jacket and aiming it squarely at the leader. Before any of them could react, he fired a single shot. The sound echoed through the street, followed by the leader’s scream as he dropped to the ground, holding his badly injured leg. "Jesus Christ!" one of the other men shouted, backing away. "Next time, I won’t aim for the leg," Steven warned, his voice as steady as his aim.

CULL POV Moore's eyes flick toward the Gold status Commander again and I feel a twinge of pity for him. It was purely bad luck for him to be paired against the Hassin this round. Not only is Burk a Commander, but his battle sense is well-known among all of us. Captain Nole of Bronkark and Lieutenant Modok of Gaimo are also formidable soldiers from his battalion. Fighting any of them would be difficult. "He seems calm," Moore grumbles in a low voice and I look at Burk.

"I'm offering you a job! Your plasma is useless. Your armor is paper. The only thing that cuts the Nullity is the Origin-Code, and we are the only ones who have it!" Dax pointed his glowing blade up at the descending black swarm. "You want to live to see tomorrow? You point your guns at the sky! You ride with the pack, or you get formatted! Decide right now!" The courtyard was dead silent, save for the hum of Dax’s Phase-Blade. The Paladin Commander looked at the sky, where the second Sunburst Dreadnought was currently glitching into oblivion. He looked at Captain Reyes, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Tank and Reaper. Then, he looked at his own plasma rifle.

Damn it, Alpha Garson infected his own soldiers with parasite mutations, too! One elite commander leaps down and lands directly in front of me. His armor is drenched in black blood, his face pale with swollen veins bulging along his neck. Thick black spider veins spread across his face.

Kael’s voice barked from the darkness. From the ridges above, over a hundred armored figures clad in the blood-red crest of the Southern High Council descended like vultures. At the forefront marched Commander Vane. He was a towering Alpha, his armor polished to a mirror sheen, carrying a massive, double-handed broadsword that gleamed under the blue light of the Null-Stones.