Doomed To Be Cannon Fodder Novels & Stories

"Fuck! It's Scorched Canyon!" "Goddammit, it's so hot you can cook an egg on a rock. Who the fuck thought of this stupid scenario? There's nothing here that's worth fighting for!" "90% of my loadout is based on lasers. I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to sit here and afk for a while."

The warriors, once filled with a fierce determination to conquer, now found themselves devoid of the will to fight. The madness that had once burned in their eyes like a blazing fire had now flickered out, leaving behind a hollow emptiness. It was as if the illusion of their invincibility, their imagined triumph over the humans, had finally shattered like fragile glass, revealing the harsh reality of their defeat.

They were Ferals, roaming the Reigns now with no hope of sanity or recovery. Plus the word Feral means you’re more dead than alive. Hence, these were dead people walking. It means my friends and loved ones are more damned than existent… with no hope of being saved. I’m alive now and not a Feral but I’m also damned. Damned to grief. Damned to anguish. Damn to helplessness. What am I going to do? Yes, I’ve killed the Dark One but his death didn’t compensate for the harm and destruction he had caused. His death didn’t remedy any of the damage he had done.

'If I did not need them as cannon fodder, they would already be dead. Outwardly, he shrugged with an easy show of mercy. "It's fine. I'm a kind person. I forgive them." Firepower sat in his hands now. Moving as he pleased felt natural. Chloe clutched Kenneth's arm, her gaze flicking toward Cyrus with fear. 'Kind… Right, if you say so.' "Let's go," Cyrus said. He walked off with his pistol in hand, each step sharp and absolute. His preparations were nearly finished. His cannon fodder would not be needed much longer. And even if a few survived the conflicts ahead, he would clear them out later. Most of them, if not all.

He leaned closer, his voice dark. “Most Vessels don’t survive that night. Their minds break completely. They become nothing but drooling, cum-filled breeding slaves for the rest of their lives.” I looked up at him, cum dripping from my lips, and whispered with a broken, addicted smile: “I hope I break beautifully.” The wasteland had claimed me completely. And I was ready for the final destruction.

So she was a figment of the past? "She's now considered a forgotten soul? But..." I didn't know how to react to this, I felt somewhat sad and my heart felt heavy. 'So, she can't go back anymore?' "Not anymore. Her death wasn't something that I have written purposefully. The book continues on it's own when a hole in the story is created. She was only a cannon fodder that was sent away right before graduation."

Frowning, Fane asked, “What do you mean? We’re both informal disciples. What do you mean by cannon fodder?” Wesley sneered and a disdainful look appeared in his eyes. He took a glance at all the newly joined disciples and crassly spoke, “I’m saying that you’re cannon fodder. Don’t you know how you were recruited? How is it possible for them to only put an obsidian as the assessment tool during usual recruitment? You guys are recruited to make up the numbers. Are you guys really thinking of yourself as informal disciples of the Dual Sovereign Pavilion? Let me tell you: none of you are qualified to think so.

Donald continued, “When two armies are combating, we can’t expose our main forces in advance. Instead, we should send the cannon fodders to test their weapons and strategy. Once they start the battle, we can find the opponent’s main combat power and remove it. Only then shall we, the main troop, go down to the battleground. By then, our opponent would surely die.” “Imagine what would happen if we send the main force directly and this is destroyed by the opponent’s attack? Doesn’t that mean we’d be defeated on the first wave?” Sean nodded knowingly. “Alright, Dad, I understand now.” “So, where can we find these cannon fodders? The people who hold a grudge against our enemy. These people will

We don't want you to be simple cannon fodder ,we want you to cannon fodder with strength ,and power to fight back. So I will teach about the elements ,to help you understand your enemies attacks, so you know atleast how to counter it. When the teacher said they were going to be treated as cannon fodder , they felt real bad. 'Don't keep your face like that ,you have to know about the reality, people without any use in war end up as a cannon fodder,in your case a more sophisticated cannon fodder. Growing up like fat lambs just to get slayed '

let's start the hunt kids —The crunching of bones breaking, blood flowing everywhere, heartbreaking screams from the Neophytes made us understand why they had hidden, they thought of coming to see one more of their blood shows without lifting a finger, they found a mundane massacre from which they could not get out —It was very easy Matallus, it was like a child's game —This is the beginning, they were what is commonly called "cannon fodder" and now we are going for the real prey "the lycans"