Crusader Armor Novels & Stories

Brooklyn was outnumbered and the tide was turning against him. Alexander, a spectator with a keen eye, murmured, "Impressive armor, but it's a bit too heavy for its own good." The black armor was not just tough. It was rigged with clever little traps that could spring on an enemy without warning—deadly in a close-quarters fight. However, Shannon, overhearing his critique, snapped, "Hey, quit your griping." To those in the Zenith Order, the Darkhelm Armor was a legendary treasure, a sacred heirloom.

They all only took their standard armor, having had years to work out the kinks of fighting in them exactly like this. “Are you guys not going to put on more?” Steve asked as he walked up to them. He was in full armor, bullet proof vest, shoulder, knee, and elbow pads, and some thick leather gloves. He even had one of the very few visored helmets. It wasn’t something made by the rebellion, but found in the city. “We’ve spent years like this. Countless missions, from scouting to full on attacks.” Chriso told him with a lopsided grin. He, like the rest of his squad, only sported a bullet proof vest, pads for the knees and elbows, and thick gloves.

She needs a friend her age, so he agreed unwillingly. Kaylee on the other hand could also see that her father had not wanted to agree but whatever. She just shrugged it off. ... The next morning... "Good morning", Kavinsky greeted with a cheeky smile as he took in Kaylee's appearance. She wore a white tank top that reached just above her navel and a black baggy trouser. She held a black Jean jacket in her left arm and he assumed that she was going to use it on her clothes to cover herself later.

Their chest, abdomen, back, and head were protected by black and gold steel armor. Under close scrutiny, their armor and combat uniforms were embroidered with a golden dragon and branded with the words ‘Legion of the Sovereign’! This combat group consisted of 12 people. Six of them carried black and gold wooden boxes in their hands, while their waists were equipped with long sabers and short spears. The wooden boxes were carved with four mythical beasts. The other six escorted behind them. They barged in from the memorial hall entrance. With every step they took, their combat boots made a clanging sound on the ground, which was shocking to the senses.

- I'm tired as a mule! - Hey, Felix! - Tristan called out to the man, - It seems this is for you! Tristan pointed to a wooden stand nestled in one of the corners of the room, on which the armor hung. The white-silver metal shimmered, reflecting the light coming from the small oval stones on the ceiling. The engraved patterns were woven into a dragon design on the breastplate. The edges were finished with gold alloy. At the side of the armor, on an elegant wooden stand, rested a two-handed sword made of the same white-silver metal. The long blade tapered near the hilt and gradually widened towards the end. A thin pattern flowed down the center of the blade. The handle was made of amethyst, sh

“Lord Mercer, I have a pill from an ancient ruin. Preliminary analysis shows that it can help solidify one’s foundation and expel impurities. Also, it can help focus the mind and prevent entering deviation, very useful during divine tribulations. It’s a rare treasure.” After the previous person spoke, Andrius eagerly said, “Lord Mercer, I have a set of Chromatic Armor. After refining, it can reduce the power of direct attacks in half and prevent severe injuries!” The armor had been good for Andrius. However, now that his physical strength had been greatly increased, it was useless to him. “Lord Mercer...” As soon as Andrius finished speaking, the people of Dark Star also began to bid. That w

Their sizes varied from 7 to 10 meters. Living Armors became Living Armor Soldiers after the miasma, and then after being named they became Living Armor Knights, all of them also gained some special magic weapon that they were able to generate, they became swifter at using all kinds of weapon techniques and gained greater cooperation with one another, the leader of the living armors became a Living Armor General, growing as tall as 4 meters, with an intimidating black armor design. All of them were qualified as S-Rank, while the General was SS-Rank.

He gestured to a pair of mannequins at the center of the room, each adorned with intricate suits of armor. Lyra’s armor was a masterpiece, a combination of sleek silver and deep blue. The breastplate was etched with subtle wolf motifs, a nod to her Lycan heritage, and accented with shimmering gemstones that glowed faintly with protective enchantments. The design allowed for flexibility, ensuring that she could move with the grace and speed her wolf demanded.

Neither Mom nor Dad spared me a backward glance. From that day onward, I learned to stand on my own two feet. I had to take care of myself. I was only six years old when I faced the loneliness, the danger, and the helplessness of life on my own. I forced myself to be strong and resilient. I forced myself to be independent. I made sure to build a tough armor around myself to protect myself from harm. My armor was close to perfect during my childhood and teenage years. However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor.

This aura… why does it feel familiar, like I know who it belongs to? A 6ft 3 man with silver hair fashioned into a Mohawk wearing gold earrings walked to meet Kronos in the center of the arena. Kronos gasped when he saw him. Zorvun’s Beard! He looks just like me! He wore a bronze breastplate made from many layers of smaller metal pieces, mimicking the scales of a dragon. It covered everything from the neck down. The upper arms were protected by pointed, half covering rerebraces which sat well under the shoulderplates. The lower arms were covered by vambraces which had a dragon shaped metal ornament piece on each outer side. The upper legs were covered by rounded, half covering cuisses. The