Dung Eater Armor Novels & Stories

He papered over the vulnerable packs with additional ultralight armor plating. He placed most of them around the waist, making the chassis look like it wore an overfilled tool belt. The great thing about the MTTR was that the packs were disposable, allowing pilots to eject them once they were drained of energy. He covered them up with Mirin-21 armor plates to make them less prone to damage.

Gathering her in my arms, I shielded her head with my body, protecting her from the light and the rubble that was falling from the ceiling. The power Dilara was exerting was far more intense than I had felt from her. When the room began to settle, I slowly cracked my eyes. Seeing the light had disappeared and the room was no longer falling, although it was in shambles as if it had been struck by an earthquake, I lifted my head. Still keeping my arms around Azura, I opened my eyes fully and looked around the room. Everyone that had been against us had now crumbled on the ground, but that wasn’t what had my attention. It was that every one of them, aside from Arion, was now human.

She didn't believe he would keep that old thing. He laughs at her and gets dressed, it was a black garb that exposed the arms and the mid section, the chest was plated with amour and there were gauntlets.to where to protect the lower arm. He slides his mask on and his pants are sticking to his body like glue. They were placed a bit under his waist and she was able to see the drool worthy 'V' he had around his torso.

However, this Eater had inadvertently found the perfect position to keep me pinned. Its mouth opened until it looked like it took up most of its face and I could feel the vacuum of air as it began to suck in. When it didn't work the angry ravenous face turned to confusion. It shifted on top of me a bit trying to get more leverage then began sucking a lot harder. Pain blossomed in my chest as my soul fought against the Eater's massive pull. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye seconds before a metal rod caught the Eater upside the head sending it flying off me.

Leo (Tank) roared, his voice carrying over the ringing in everyone's ears. The giant man stepped forward, clad in the matte-black "Juggernaut" heavy assault armor they had looted from the Mobile Command Center. The armor made him look like a walking monolith. He reached out and snatched the smoking rifle from the hands of a trembling Ironhead ganger who looked barely out of his teens.

The Skarn staggered, but the black glass armor held. I stood at the edge of the tree line, my surgical mind tearing the creature's anatomy apart. The beast had no eyes and no visible respiratory vents. It was not breathing oxygen. It was drawing the Elder resonance directly from the soil through the microscopic pores in its chitin. It was a closed biological circuit. "Killian!" I shouted over the chaos, broadcasting my voice through the mate bond. "Blunt force is not going to breach the carapace. The armor is a kinetic sink. It absorbs the impact to protect a highly pressurized internal core."

“Of everything, Master Kevin. Understanding of the self, of the surrounding world. Of the Ancients, even the universe. But the Gateway is guarded by the Four Sacred Beasts and one . . . other. Encountering any of these in the course of the game carries great consequences. According to myth, of course.” Jake said nothing but shifted uneasily next to me. Again, it struck me as an oddly amazing thing that he’d remained quiet for so long. I looked at Mr. Trung. “Consequences?” Mr. Trung looked at me. Again his eyes glimmered like bottomless black pools. He gently touched Long, the dragon, with his fingertip. “If you encounter Long, he shall consume you with fire.” Next, he touched the iguana-tig

So I was sure that Killian would break that barrier as soon as the shadow eaters whirling above the magic circle came in their full glory. And I was right. The shadow eaters with skull-like faces and green, flame-like bodies started slamming their bodies against the barrier. Their screeches cut through the silence on the grounds. Amor was ready in the special armour I had created with Aria. The armour was made up of alloy of metals that repelled all kinds of magic, be it dark or not. It had a golden lustre. I was sitting in the mansion's bedroom. “Zeve… I am leaving,” Amor said.

Earth had been transformed into an interstellar fortress armed to the teeth. On the top floor of Sterling Tower, Katherine secured a chest plate shimmering with dark gold and ice-blue light onto Jack’s torso. This was the "Valkyrie-Apex" combat armor. It was the flawless fusion of Earth’s highest tech, the Old Ones' divine runes, and the Remnant Fleet’s anti-entropy alloys, custom-tailored for the Planet's Alpha.

I asked, terrified that the anti-magic properties might react to his nature. "No," Valen said, tilting his head. "It’s... empty. It’s waiting for something to eat." "Good," I said, sheathing the blade in the scabbard attached to the case. I strapped it to my hip. It felt right. It felt like the opposite of the Sky Eater, a weapon made of silence to protect a boy made of noise. "We have our gear," I said, turning to the others. "Let’s go. … The sun was setting over the Aurelian Citadel, painting the white towers in shades of blood orange and bruised purple. The wind whipped off the ocean, cold and biting.