Cyberpunk 2077 Mantis Blade Build の小説・ストーリー

Zitrey just glared at him and went inside. Matt, seeing how far the distance between them, but she easily closed it by split of seconds, then rubbing his neck and feeling the pain, he had thought, “She was still young, yet have extra-ordinary skills and killing intent. Doesn’t feel pain. Truly a masterpiece of the Dark Moon. A perfect killing machine, that’s why they don’t want to let her go. However, if she won’t go back, those geezer thought its just best to kill her before she will turn her back and come against them. Crimson Blade is the double blade that they raised, and might come to their head. The key to annihilate those bastards Dark Moon.”

I was watching the man I loved stand alone against a god of deletion. The Null-Commander didn't move like the foot soldiers. It didn't glide. It took heavy, deliberate steps. Its body wasn't fluid; it was a shifting nightmare of jagged, obsidian geometry that seemed to absorb the ambient light of the lobby. In its right hand, it held a blade a six-foot-long sword of pure, unadulterated void. Wherever the blade passed, the air itself crackled as oxygen molecules were unwritten from existence. "Wolves," Dax’s voice was dangerously quiet over the comms. "Fall back. Get Tank to the medical bay on Level 4. Sienna, Reaper, cover their retreat."

Kazimir’s voice tore through the static-heavy air. He stood at the head of the "Vessels," but he was no longer a traditional soldier. In his hands, he gripped a Glitch-Blade—a weapon forged from a piece of the decaying horizon. The blade didn't have a solid edge; it was a flickering sliver of Corrupted-Code that hissed like a thousand angry wasps. "Don't aim for their armor!" Kazimir roared, his Leadership-Steel cutting through the panic of the alien survivors. "Aim for their Logic-Centers! Use the glitches! If the world is breaking, use the shards!"

I let out. "Exactly! Those rebels are animals, they don't deserve to live." "Then I guess it is settled," Declan said. "Each one of us will bring a few men from our pack to form the alliance soldiers. As for the spies, they will also be chosen from the group. We need competent people." "Looks like we have come up with a plan. Alpha Tristan, what is the situation of your pack?" "We are still trying to rebuild everything. I guess it might take longer than I expected." I said.

He said rubbing her shoulders. "Noah!" She croaked and hiccuped as she cried with all her heart. "He doesn't d-deserve that!" She stuttered and wiped her tears holding his only bracelet that fell. "I know Mia, he doesn't deserve that." BLAZE VIEW. Blaze was in his human form, fighting off the rogue warrior in one second, he ripped their head off with anger and his eyes glaring at nowhere. There was he, his only objective was to kill the rogue alpha without any mercy.

"The Sovereign-Mates are deemed Irreparable. Initiate Full-Deletion." The Centinel lunged, its limbs made of "Optimization-Scythes."

It snapped at her face, its breath smelling of copper and chemical preservatives. She spun to the left, her silver movements fluid and weightless. She allowed the wolf’s momentum to carry it past her, but as it did, she drove her silver blade upward, targeting the unarmored gap beneath its foreleg. The silver energy coating the blade sliced through the tough hide effortlessly. The moment the silver entered the creature’s bloodstream, the violet light in its eyes vanished, replaced by a flash of blinding white light as the internal cybernetics short-circuited. The wolf crashed into the central console, sparking violently before collapsing.

"What do you require from the forge today?" "I need lightweight obsidian blades," I said, walking over to the metal racks and pointing directly to a sheet of dark, refined glass-metal resting near the back. "Forge two light daggers tailored specifically for a human fighter's smaller hand. Design them for maximum speed, sharp leverage, and close-quarters defense." "Obsidian is a dangerously brittle and difficult material to balance for a non-shifter, my Lord," the blacksmith noted, examining the dark sheet carefully. "However, if I temper it with silver alloy, I can make them absolute perfection for her."

Caelum roared, his gravelly voice shaking the very foundations of the mountain, "and I will tear your soul out of that hollow armor!" Commander Vane didn't hesitate. He surged forward in a blur of black steel and crimson lightning, his anti-solar blade descending in a lethal, executioner's strike aimed directly at Caelum’s neck!

He was lean, built for absolute, terrifying speed. His Totem mutation was elegant and deadly. His eyes were the piercing, hyper-focused amber of a raptor. From his forearms extended long, retractable, monomolecular blades that glowed with a faint, cutting wind-Aether. > [CRITICAL THREAT OVERLAY] > Entity: High Council Executioner. > Strain: Falcon-Class (Rank 6). > Specialization: High-Velocity Pursuit / Assassination. > The Falcon stood amidst the rotting fungal stalks and rusted scrap, completely unbothered by the crushing dark of the Under-Guts. He looked at the dead Goliaths, then his amber eyes swept over Nero and Silas, dismissing them instantly as trash.