Dung Eater Armor Novels & Stories

Everybody ETA on the hour, we move before dawn to keep the element of surprise. Drawing on my bullet proof vest I feel it mould to my body. This is magically engineered armour designed to protect each species in its own way. Of course we are all different shapes so a generic piece was made and infused with magic to give it the ability to fit anything from a tiny fox to a huge ten foot bear. Then the assault begins as small explosions are set off to draw out the guards surroundingthe two labs, I don't know which one Dakota is in because no matter how hard I have tried to speak to her through our mate bond Ihaven't been able to make contact.

For a second, I was completely disoriented, feeling like I was falling through a cold, dark well, and then, the vision snapped into focus. I saw them. They weren't like anything in the Wastes. They weren't the pale, sharp-featured aristocrats or the mutated shadows I’d seen in the city. These things were... dense. They were hulking, covered in plates of iridescent, chitinous armor that shifted between gunmetal gray and deep, bruised plum. They had far too many limbs, ending in long, delicate fingers that seemed to be manipulating the air around them like they were weaving silk. Their faces weren't faces at all, but clusters of sensory pits that glowed with a sickly, pale yellow light, consta

Behind him, ten warriors stand like statues, their uniforms neat, their expressions unreadable. Beside him, Alpha Dorian Vex emerges, adjusting the cuffs of his black leather coat. Unlike Elias, Dorian carries an aura of cool confidence rather than brute force. His high cheekbones and sharp, calculating eyes make him appear almost regal. His jet black hair is slicked back, a single silver streak cutting through one side. He wears a fitted black combat suit with a silver wolf emblem stitched over his heart. His ten warriors follow him closely, their matching dark attire giving them a ghostly presence.

The red in its eyes flared — not warmth, but hunger. It lunged. Elaria barely managed to throw herself aside as its claws tore through the air where she’d stood. The impact shattered a section of rock, sending debris flying. She rolled, came up with a blade in her hand, and slashed — the metal sang as it met its mark. The creature recoiled, black ichor spraying across the ground — and then she saw it. Beneath the monstrous exterior, beneath the seething darkness wrapping its skin, there was armor. Black armor.

However, there was no one to lodge a complaint to, so he just had to accept it. "Bro, look at this armor!" The external armor's design looked quite intimidating, and Terrence's eyes were practically glowing. - [Static Pressure Nuclear Fusion Armor (Epic)] [Combat Power +150] [Durability: 500] [The armor comes with a static pressure function, which can reduce the power of various energy-based attacks.] - Victor was quite satisfied with the armor. The armor was T-shaped, protecting both shoulders while also effectively shielding the mech's abdomen and extending all the way down to the crotch.

Smoke and fire came into view first. Yeah right, a dragon loved his chosen-not! This red creature was a demon. Its fifty-foot wingspan held my gaze. Large talons on the tips of his wings matched the size of the claws on each appendage. Heat radiated above us as he swooped around in a circle. He looked to have metal plates covering his flesh, or was it even flesh? I'd give him points for lethal grace. Every inch of him cried warrior, top of the food chain, dominant species. The townspeople prostrated themselves. We, in our white dresses, stood tall, though my knees knocked together and I knew the others were as terrified as I was. We clasped hands. Julia and Chersa on either side of me. I cou

--- The creatures are not alive. Skeletons clad in sand-armor, their ribcages cradling pulsing violet fungi. They move in silence, scimitars of bone gleaming under the twin suns. Eden's crows dive, but the sand-armor dissolves them, acidic grains eating through feathers and flesh. "Run!" I snarl, but the city answers.

He vanished. One moment he was standing by my side, and the next, he was a streak of violet-black smoke cutting through the air like a blade. The lead Guardian didn't even have time to calibrate his visor. Dante appeared behind him, his hand—now tipped with claws made of solid, condensed Void—sinking through the "Anti-Lead" armor as if it were wet paper.

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.

Eriyumilai stood proudly between Blake’s legs. Eriyumilai’s sleek, muscular frame was now clad in matching black armor, intricately designed to complement Blake’s suit. The armor was both elegant and functional, with sharp, angular lines that mirrored the pup’s natural strength and agility. Spikes adorned his shoulders, and the chest plate gleamed with a polished finish, offering protection while enhancing his intimidating presence. The pup’s eyes, still bright with youthful energy, now held a fierce determination, his sharp teeth barely visible beneath the armor that covered his strong, battle-ready jaw.