Novel & Cerita Crusader Armor

“Here is the armor of Vuolas, the ring of attraction. Unfortunately, I cannot give you a paralyzing blade, it was taken by the leader of the Fury Clan Lasters, so I dare to offer a protective strike gauntlet. This weapon is made of a unique alloy, the secret is unfortunately lost, it perfectly protects the hand and can attack from a distance with a powerful pushing blow with a minimum of magical energy, which is why it is valued. The keeper bowed his head meekly. Brook-ta-man looked at the artifacts with satisfaction. - Well, the glove will do too, I'll change the strategy, and that's all. He took the armor and deftly put it under his clothes. The steel plates of Vuolas's armor were unusuall

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.

The twilight that had settled over the royal castle no longer carried the uncertainty of the previous nights, but the gravity of an unshakable purpose. In the Great Armory, beneath the dull glow of resin torches and the acrid smell of weapon oil, silence was filled only by the sound of metal being sharpened. Cedrik stood in the center of the hall, his black combat armor now proudly bearing the seal of his lineage with renewed ferocity. Beside him, Freya was no longer the prisoner he had once dragged through ashes. She wore reinforced leather and suede battle attire, practical for combat, yet her stormy eyes carried the golden light of the Ancestral Luna—an unspoken authority that made even t

It makes me proud to see every man show up for their Luna, and to be perfectly honest, I expected nothing less. They are quite a sight, even for me. Every man standing shoulder to shoulder with their leather wrapped shields at their fronts, sheathed long swords hanging at their sides and head to toe brown and burgundy leather armour with highly polished Damascus steel plating. The variegated stripes stand out and the skill of the old boys at the forge really shows. The Elite Warriors favour kevlar and HDPE , but like the Old Guard, I feel like something is lost in this modernisation.

"I hear something. I really hear something. . . ." Her words sent Calix into a frenzy. He stepped away from her grip and began to shrug off his cloak. The heavy cloth fell to the floor with a soft thump, filling the air with the scent of myrrh and roses. Underneath he wore a black linen shirt under a black metal breastplate, which he was feverishly unstrapping now. The armor was connected with the chainmail skirt that covered his loose black pants. His boots reached up halfway his calves, glinting with metal cleats. Without his cloak, he looked like a cross between a ninja and a Neanderthal man. Unfortunately, that didn't make him appear any less attractive. If anything, it emphasized more u

she gripped her lover's hand, as she began to recite the first words to the Heal Wounds spell. "No, I am okay, I can take this," he stuttered. He motioned to his side where a shiny armor is buried in rubble. "Armor of Saint Ducent... use it, go. Finish him first, then come back to me." Cassana eyed the gemstone in her hand. It has shrunk to a third of its original size the first time she saw it yesterday. She looked at Otheric, he was staring back at her with a look of pride and hope. He knows what he's doing. She remembered the assurance he gave her yesterday. If they are going to spend the rest of their lives together, she has to trust him, in his judgement and in his decisions. She nodded

Today was the day I was supposed to join the training. I pushed aside the soft, delicate dresses that Jay liked me to wear, and I reached for the boldest, most commanding attire that I had, a warrior set that was made especially for a Luna—it was sleek, it was imposing, and it was made for battle. The dark material, a combination of leather and light armor plating, was embroidered with intricate designs that featured gold and silver, all signs of power and dominance. The attire fit me to perfection, hugging my physique not to highlight its beauty but its power, which was something that Jay hated.

Iris said, and Roger nodded. “Now, Arman, Dominic, Stavros… I need to have a balance of all the armed forces available… We need to know the headcount and level of training. Teams and designated commanders for each group,” I said, and they nodded. “Just so you know, in my realm we have worked on a special armour…” Dominic surprised me, “It is light and quite effective, but it is bulletproof, leaving very few vulnerable spots for our guys to get hit with a bullet… in this case, the serum,” he informed me, and I smirked.

Vale moved in front of Lyra without hesitation, Ronan flanking her left side, Cassian her right, Malachai behind. “I hate that this formation makes sense,” Cassian muttered. Vale’s voice vibred low. “Silence.” The storm pulled itself inward, folding, compressing— until a figure stepped out. A tall silhouette in armor carved from pale bone. Antlers curled from its helm like sharpened branches, each one inscribed with lines of ancient script. The armor was not dead material—it breathed, faint flashes of silver and red pulsing under its surface like veins. And the air around it…

Not that ze wanted to flirt with anyone, but rather to get the discounts that only a silver tongue could pry out. Eva noted that the suits of armor were also like the rest of the tech - at least a generation old. A few were even older than that. But for the most part, they were still highly protective and worked well enough. At least, for more basic threats. There were also some kitbashed armor sets on the stands. It was as though they were put together with the scraps the armorer had left. Their colors were completely off, and in some cases the designs simply didn’t match.