Diablo Suicide Squad Novels & Stories

Herald ordered. The crew-cut driver nodded and stopped the vehicle. He relayed the order to the hundred or so suicide squad members in the other tanks. These suicide squad members wore simple battle armor that provided them with enhanced speed and agility. Their weapons were swords made of special alloys. As they disembarked, they arranged themselves into three rows. Herald got out and walked to the front of the suicide squad members. With his hands behind his back, he said, "Do you see that monster over there? That's your target!"

“I don’t need you to side with me today. I need you to open your eyes. And once you do, you’ll realise the Council has always been your true enemy.” Damian straightened, his gaze still locked on her. “And when that moment comes,” he said, his tone low, almost personal, “you’ll understand why you and I were never meant to be on opposite sides.” Sofia’s heart hammered, but she forced her face into calm indifference. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of knowing how much the file rattled her. “You can drug me, tie me to this chair, shove lies in front of my face,” she said evenly. “But I will not break. I am Death Squad. I am loyal.”

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

“Diablo is my brother just as much as he wore his second hand. At least he's my brother by blood now. My brother by choice. The two of us grew up being siblings. You were chosen part. The two of us chose to stand against him, and that is why the two of us are going to face him together.” “You are being delusional. I'm not going to allow you to do something like that. He is not going to settle down and if you think that safe grounds are going to keep you safe then you are very wrong. He has men, he has women who are more than willing to give their lives for him. They would just end up killing you by command or an order, lose their lives. Life goes on and they are accounted as heroes. Their fa

“There's one important detail, though…” I leaned back in my seat. “What detail?” “The deaths were on both sides. A lot of dead renegades, as if they were sent there to die.” “Pink Opium,” I muttered. “Guess the version they have is still lethal.” “This might be our chance.” Rowan pulled over a chair and sat down. “They'll eventually become weak. Just how many suicide squads can they have?” A dry smile curved my lips. “You mean, how many hatred-driven desperados are in their army? I still believe there are more than we can handle. For certain, they are bound to lose numbers, but that's now. What if they improve the drug at some point?”

My breath ceased, my eyes widening as I realized what Dante was really about to do. "So, I am giving us a free will to leave now." He announced. "Leave and save yourself, or stay and fight alongside me." Nobody said a word. Only Dante stood, looking at the faces of his "family", while waiting for their answers. And finally, the murmurs came again. "Fucking suicide, this is!" "We're all going to loose our heads." "Do you know El Diablo? He's a sick, twisted monster." "Ain't no way were winning against him and his army of assassins."

The linguistic scholar died. Before we could even reach the secondary stairwell, the massive, tinted glass windows of the living room shattered inward. A hail of high-velocity tactical rounds tore through the air, punching violent holes into the dark velvet couches and marble walls. Three heavily armed mercenaries, clad in matte-black tactical gear and Vance syndicate insignias, breached the shattered ledge using high-tension ziplines from an adjacent rooftop. Malakai returned fire instantly, his sidearm barking three times in rapid succession. The lead mercenary dropped hard against the broken glass, a tight cluster of crimson blooming across his chest.

Sofia's tattoos blazed bind-blue supernova, hex-nets exploding ensnaring clustered horrors thrash-scream, voice whip-crack: “Bound—diad, core-shot now! Backlash building!” Caelum gauntlets whirring overdrive, suppression-domes shimmering contain-void backlash bubbles: “Fields max—hold two minutes!” Damian blade unsheathing earth-shatter roar, alpha-aura exploding: “Betas formation iron—diad, core the armored vein heart! Council—back the fuck or bleed with us!”

Next to her, the other brides looked utterly dreadful. "The Slit-Mouthed Woman's makeup is mesmerizing! If I were a player, I'd fall for it too." "The Slit-Mouthed Woman used the beauty card, and I ended up right in her trap." The once-empty live stream gradually filled with viewers. The Slit-Mouthed Woman feigned fragility while manipulating the players effortlessly. Under her misdirection, some players died, while some were injured. When her true face was revealed, the bloody splits reaching her ears and the hunger and disdain in her gaze made her utterly terrifying.

Turning his gaze to the six top forces behind Diablo, David said, “I’ll say it again, I can spare you if you leave the Divine Snow Mountain and never set foot here again. Otherwise…” David’s eyes changed and he emitted murderous intent. “You will end up like Diablo. Next time I attack, I will not be merciful so you must be mentally prepared.” As soon as he said that, the hearts of the six top forces in Boundless Galaxy immediately turned cold and they were all frightened. The almost thirty Eternals all felt a strong crisis of death. Even Sovereign Ranker Diablo was no match for David and was instantly defeated. So how would they have the courage to resist?