Commander Niall Recommended Level Novels & Stories

Hannibal paused for a moment and then said, “Sir, you’re a Level-1 invincibilis fighter. Will you be superior to Rheasia’s Ares when you reach Level 2?” Adam grunted and said, “Why do I even need to be at Level 2 to be superior to Paxton? I can beat Paxton to a pulp now. I just can’t be bothered to pay attention to him because my mind is on the invasion of the clubs. When I become a Level-2 invincibilis fighter, it will be the time for our country to reach new heights! By then, the tiny Rheasia won’t be worthy of our attention.”

A shimmering scroll formed mid-air, spinning once before displaying our names. —Brand: Team Leader —Jade Ishola: Second in Command —Nyomei: Attack Power —Orin: Attack Power —Lotanni: Mid-Range Support / Defender —Bainer: Medical Support (Engage only when necessary) Silence. Then: “Wait, what?” I said, stepping closer. “Second in command?” Brand turned slightly toward me, unreadable. “You're fast. Tactical. You don’t freeze up.” “That’s not a compliment,” I muttered.

After the three of them were taken away, no one else took the stage. On Starfire Alliance’s side, no one dared to make a sound for a while. Everyone looked at each other before turning to Commander Graham. As a seven-star practitioner with level 5S elemental talent, she was their last hope. Seeing that no one came on stage anymore, Philip scratched his ears, narrowed his eyes at the people of Starfire Alliance beneath the stage, and said tauntingly, “Is there no one else in Starfire Alliance?” “Commander…” Someone next to Commander Graham reminded.

The maid announced loudly from the outside the camp. Then, the tent's flap was pushed open. Sloan walked in slowly, and she wore a golden armor. The Black and White Cavaliers trailed behind them. Darryl quickly stood up and saluted her. "Commander Sloan." Darryl was very nervous; he did not know why Sloan would want to visit him. Sloan nodded; her gaze slowly swept across the fairies. The female commander was a formidable opponent! She was, at least, at the Martial Emperor level! The fairies were in awe.

“If you think Kylan is bad or even Rochwall…” I tilted my head, wondering just how bad it could get. “Are you saying the commanders are worse than Rochwall and Kylan?” Nate nearly cackled. “I’d put Rochwall at like a 4, Kylan at a 6, and the others at a 10. They’re rough,” he spoke. “You can’t kick anyone off the team without a reason, so they push the weaker ones until they drop out themselves. It’s what they always do.”

A Marvio Ancienterre gives recognition to Nathaniel's show of power. Nathaniel seething calmly as his aura burning the very ground. He was assigned as the captain of Legendary Royal Knights as well as the commander of the Royal order. His strength could par and even surpasses his older brother Nicholai, who in the contrary has an agape mouth just witnessing the showed of power, his little brother did.

"You think I can't kill Niall and those degenerate scions?" A cruel smile tugged at Ashton's lips as he remembered the black marks he'd left on them. "Ronan is a semi-divine realm expert," Neil said gravely. "Even I'm no match for him." The meaning was clear enough. After a brief hesitation, Neil tried to persuade him. "Mr. Gray, we've already made our statement by killing Kendrick and Willa. If we stop now, that might be the wisest choice."

“That will be changing, too. After the Alpha and Luna Ceremonies, I will start restructuring this pack. Spread the word to the warriors, please.” Niall hit his chest in respect, “Yes, Alpha.” Then he turned and left with a small grin on his face. “Ladies, please continue your functions. I need to call in for backup after everything I’ve found out.” He turned and left, and all the girls jumped with excitement. We finally have a decent Alpha. Thank the Moon Goddess.

"Great Nayon is early!" It's obviously a greeting, but when this title comes out of their mouths, it's extraordinarily yin and yang. Nayon frowned, ignoring this low-level provocation. But those people refused to accept it. "Cut, just became the commander, and began to play with us?" "Hehe, his strength is less than one-tenth of Lucia, this commander will definitely not be able to do it for long!" "I don't think his mind is on training, he is about to test, but he is mixed with the kid surname Martel, he doesn't want that little white face to go to the eldest lady to blow the pillow wind and go through the back door, right?"

He only told half-truths, painting a rough picture of a small base struggling through the apocalypse, constantly scavenging for supplies just to survive. After hearing this, Nathaniel became even more cordial. "Captain Caldwell, you've really had it rough," Nathaniel said warmly. "With conditions outside being so harsh, it's impressive you've lasted this long." Liam gave a polite, shallow smile. "Without the government, that's the only way." Nathaniel didn't look embarrassed at all. Instead, he said, "In that case, have you ever considered joining Ark One? I've seen your strength. If you joined us, I could let you be the Level Four manager."