Novel & Cerita Crusader Armor

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

The transformation begins. The sound of steel against steel can be heard as an armor gradually appears piece by piece. Rubrum's neck is now covered in a silver crinet. The armor spread out over his body and up against Indra's chest. A bridle and reins in the purest leather wrap around her fingers. The transformation is complete.

These armors were the property of the Valdez family, seemingly referred to as the Mad Dragon Armor. From what Adrian had previously understood, the Mad Dragon Armor was incredibly precious. The Dragoria military had once spent five hundred billion gold, yet only managed to order five hundred sets. This meant that a single set of Mad Dragon Armor cost a staggering ten billion.

His thick, blue cape stood out from the white-caped knights with him. A grand knight? Arth noticed the golden lines on the edges of the silver armor, making the knight different from the rest. A shining ruby gem at the center of the chest armor gleamed with the light from the white skies. His strong posture manifested his full-blooded body as he took off his helm and looked at the warriors.

"I saved you once. Don't you remember?" Tristan flinched. Our words were cracking something open. He grabbed his head, wincing hard. The air around him rippled with unstable wind currents. Tristan feared death so much, he even slept wrapped in a Wind Shield. Unless I cracked that, killing him was next to impossible. But now? Now was perfect. Right spot. Right second. Right shot. Do or die. I whipped my left arm forward, hurling my tri-edge knife straight at his groin.

I did a few jabs, and the sound of the gloves crinkling made me feel…powerful. I looked into the mirror. The armor made me look tough – tougher than I’d ever felt. It was mainly black, but a red stripe followed along the outside of the arms and legs, adding a pop of color to it that distinguished it from other all-black armor. I still didn’t understand why he had given me this. I was his fake Luna, not a member of his army. These leathers were prestigious, something that meant a wolf was a close member of his pack. They were earned, not given.

"They look intimidating, but they're still just a mob." "The Silvermoon Pack's finances must be tight if you're spending money just to save face," Lukas added with a cruel laugh. "So vain, Kristina." The city gates slowly opened. A line of wagons rolled into the square. Not ornate carriages, but heavy, practical transport carts that groaned under their weight. The first cart stopped. Two black-armored soldiers opened the back. Inside were neat stacks of refined steel armor, each piece shining with a deadly luster. This was gear forged for a real battlefield.

Inside hung my royal armor. I pulled out a pair of thick, clean black leather pants. I pulled them on, feeling the familiar, tight weight of the strong material. I put on a crisp, clean black shirt. Then, I reached for my battle armor. I lifted the heavy chest plate, made of pure, dark northern steel. I settled it over my shoulders. I pulled the thick leather straps tight, buckling them securely across my ribs. The heavy metal felt incredibly cold against my body, but it grounded me. It reminded me exactly who I was.

She whispered to herself as she cleaned her plate. After eating, she headed straight to the armory and wasted no time suiting up. Though the attendants insisted they did so, citing protocol. She opted to do it herself. It was one of the few martial traditions she enjoyed maintaining. Setting her armor on the ground before her, she knelt in front of them as she placed the equipment in sequence. First the bracers, built of light plate and stiff leather. She strapped them to her arms, checking the integrity of the shield runes as she tightened them. Next were the greaves, full metal plate that could survive a heavy caliber bolts. Best to stay vigilant, since Battle Mages were prime targets. Las

“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