Dung Eater Armor Novels & Stories

The armor had a shiny appearance. Interestingly, the armor was actually dense black in color, but it was drenched with the blood of the tungsten beetles nearby. For the color of the entire armor to change from black to maroon, it was impossible to guess just how many beasts this man had hunted.

Sorin said as his lips threatened to break open into another grin. "Sheesh you don't even know how useful this weapon you uncultured swine.! Just ask Eugene he will tell you just how useful this weapon is!" Eira huffs out defiantly. "Who?? Who is this E-Eugen??" Sorin asks confused. "Not Eugen it's Eugene, you know the dashing bandit who's nose always ends up getting skewered on the wanted posters?" Eira says as she looked at him if he understood. Sorin still looked confused.

He turned toward the iron locker shattered in the corner—the armory storage for the dungeon guards. With a brutal kick, he took the door completely off its hinges, reaching inside to pull out fresh gear. He tossed a heavy, dark combat tunic and structured leather riding trousers toward me. They weren't an Omega's rags. They were thick, reinforced garments lined with flexible steel mesh, designed for high-ranking warriors of the Bloodmoon elite.

If I have to become a killer once again, then that’s what I’m prepared to do. I change into a black long-sleeve turtleneck bodysuit and slip into black jeggings with buckles around the thigh and waist. I put on a pair of black athletic sneakers and then tie my hair up into a ponytail. I then walk over to the armoury and prepare to stock up. I grab my usual thigh holsters and strap them around my waist and each thigh. Grab two Beretta 92Fs and load them with mercury-tipped rounds and secure them into my thigh holsters. I then grab my knife holster and strap it to my thigh, select my set of six diamond-shaped daggers and slip them into the holster. Each dagger is made from titanium but with me

Chase released his vital energy and consciousness to examine the spoils on the ground. The armor was of good quality and classifiable as middle-world-grade. However, he already had the Skyfeather Robe, and the armor's design was too rugged for his aesthetic taste. It would be more suitable for someone like Walter. The giant hammer's base seemed to be missing a piece in the shape of a five-pointed star, likely a gem or crystal. Even incomplete, it still possessed upper world-grade quality.

It was more familiar that way. He removed the bag from his shoulder, threw off his cloak and began to undress. A navy blue shirt of expensive fabric with intricate gold trim was casually thrown onto a dusty chair, followed by a leather jacket with metal inserts on the sleeves in the form of bracers and trousers with the same inserts below the knees. Not armor, of course, but almost combat attire. The leather for the manufacture of these things went special and could well withstand an arrow hit from any distance, and the dagger blade can stop. And there was also a lining of metal links - thin, but very durable chain mail. Yarsi refused to wear armor - they slowed down their movements too much

Gulping, Zander stared at the three heads torn apart from the bodies lying in the dark slime, the only thing recognizable in the room. The skulls were getting disintegrated. Slowly burning, going down, submerging in the acid like black substance. And he gulps. Daring, he lifts his eyes to look at the source of all this chaos. The girl who stood in the center of the slime with her head lowered, her wet hair veiling her face. The skin he was kissing and caressing a few hours ago was pale, white as a ghost. The worn out hoodie she wore every day was red with blood. Torn from places like someone tried to force her.

Not because they posed a threat, but they were part of Vacio's plan to annihilate White Day. But how? That ArmorBoy has a unique set of eyebrows, long earlobes, and cornrows-styled hair that was tied back into a ponytail by a clasp was tough. He donned an armor for his attire that was indestructible. He only broke though his armor when he used his remnant magic, but he was sure he can wear another set of armors in replacement.

The boy looked both nervous and excited as he nodded and gestured for us to follow. There was a large tent set in the middle of the field. Inside, the cold had ceased a little. Both the hunters and the Cossacks stepped into the tent with us. "I have designed a new armor for us," Damir said and pulled up the lid of a big wooden chest. It contained many sets of shiny metals, beaten into various shapes to fit the body. "It's light for movement and hard to break," he said and pulled out a small piece of armor. Damir beckoned a soldier to come forward and then placed the armor on his shoulders.