Dung Eater Armor Novels & Stories

“The toughest armor?” Tyr was puzzled. “Tyr, Dragon’s terrain in Helsby Mountain is your chance,” Maxime replied. “Whether you can become a Demigod or not is entirely dependent on this chance, so you should pay more attention to it. A set of Cooter Armor will be produced by the Iron Family of the Southern Sea in seven days. If you can enter the Devil’s Eye while wearing Cooter Armor, you will undoubtedly be able to enter the Helsby Mountain behind the Devil’s Eye.

Mane mumbled the name of the Lease he had created back on Zandor. Those bright True Eyes pierced through Elder Cafu’s cleaver and stared him down. For a brief moment Elder Cafu felt the world around him spinning as a strange force gathered around Mane. If he thought he was fast, what happened to the young Supreme was even faster. A strange armor covered the arms and limbs of the Supreme and concealed his torso. The armor was pitch black, much like the weapons the young Supreme was used to wielding but it was strange.

His eyes were like black pearls with a small portion of white outline. The armour they were wearing had the same design. The helmet was like a fish’s head with fins sticking out of the sides and did not cover their mouth. The armour itself had a peculiar shape to reduce water drag, allowing for better movement and speed underwater. The guard from at the door guided Matthew to them until he saw them and dismissed the guard. Matthew didn’t actually think he had authority to order the guards, but it worked anyway. They noticed Matthew and greeted him. “Oh, Lord Dragunov. Sorry, I forgot to check in on you. I have already prepared a dry room for you.” Shima said.

the servant said as she shook in fear. They went to the room and Dante opened the door. On the floor was Yedam and Paula. Dracaryx entered the room and touched Paula's throat. There was no pulse, on the side of her neck were too puncture holes, her skin was pale like she had been drained of blood. There were also hand prints on her neck which indicated that a struggle had taken place.

The topmost drawer of his filing-cabinet ribs gave a metallic CLANG as it slid shut. Across the zinc wall, Damon was no longer a man or a mountain of fur. The black bog-wood armor had grown into his ribs. It wrapped around his head and shoulders. He was a seven-foot boundary marker, a jagged pillar of unpolished timber. His twelve-pointed star eyes were dark. The orange plasma in his pupils hardened into glassy beads of sulfurous amber. The common pack had been indexed. The wolves were no muscle; they were the footings, the permanent timber pilings that held the zinc wall against the pressure of the outer mountains.

Nyos complained, probably due to the beating he received from the meat golem. "What will you do?" Gunther asked, expectant to know what would be the decisions of whoever had a Dragon for a daughter. ♦ ♦ ♦ On a skeletal horse stood a shadowy figure. He had a plate armor fitted on his body which surely in the past was a blacksmith's masterpiece, but now, with the passage of time and deterioration, this armor was simply a shadow of what it once was. Bruised, worn, deteriorated, and partially rusted, said armor could hardly be called one; But even if it didn't look like it, the armor was a +3 plate armor, if it was a mundane armor, its state of deterioration would be much more advanced and sever

Are you happy? “Sometimes this weapon has toxic powers. Sometimes they have chaotic pollution. That alone is enough to drive men crazy.” He pressed against Ragnar's belt. “It is good to use repair cement during this break. At least we'll have to keep the armor together until we get back to Azu. Ragnar threw away the old junk, applied quick-set paste to the holes in the armor, and waited for it to harden when exposed to air. "Now what?" he asked. "vegetarian." Hengist said.

Durability: 12/15 [Kobold's Armor] (Yellow): Armor made from High Kobold's hide. Effect: +20 health, +20 stamina, +5% physical resistance. Durability: 8/15 [Kobold Pants] (Yellow): Pants made of High Kobold Leather. Effect: +20 health, +5 agility, +5 damage resistance. Durability: 9/15

My arms held out as a silent Null attendant tightened the straps across my chest. Snap. The buckle dug into my ribs. "Too tight," I gasped. "It needs to be tight," Barzil's voice rumbled from behind me. "Loose gear catches on debris. If you get snagged in the Foundry, you die." He walked around me. Inspecting the fit with a critical eye. He was already fully armored—a mountain of black steel and red cape. He looked terrifying. He looked like the monster the mothers in the Dregs used to frighten their children into silence.

"Dinner’s almost ready." I looked at the dishes on the table. Every single one was a favorite of mine. Now, they just made me feel sick. The man in front of me wore a standard Delta warrior uniform, sleeves rolled up to reveal his powerful forearms. He looked so ordinary. It was impossible to reconcile this man with the Alpha of the Moonlight Pack. "Halen, why are you just standing there?" He gently guided me into a chair, his eyes full of warmth and expectation. I coldly pushed away the plate he handed me.