Erza Scarlet Armors 소설 & 이야기

With a quick motion, I hurled the metals into the swimming pool of the abandoned warehouse that served as my refuge. I am Scarlett, the last mutant and werewolf following the rogue-led third-world invasion. I've been in hiding for years, and I despise interruptions... My thoughts drifted as the metals, previously floating in the air, suddenly plummeted to the ground. I couldn't dodge the heavy iron pieces crashing down on me, nor could I shift into my wolf form for safety. "What on earth is happening?" I shouted, shielding my head with my arms. My eyes widened in horror, realizing that each falling piece could seriously harm an ordinary human.

“You bitch! Don’t you embarrass me in this crowd. You think you could ignore me just because you have fair skin?!” “Let go of me!” Annabelle pulled her arm back but the grip was obviously stronger that hers. “You maniac!” “Hey! What’s this all about?” said the knight in shining armour in a camouflage. “Do you have issues with this child, Mister?” he added in a threatening voice. The man let her arm go when the soldier snatch the back of his collar making him choke. She winced in pain and felt her arm swollen by the rough grip. “N-no, Sir! We were just having a good time here.”

Behind him, a dozen of his elite vanguard melted into the rock formations, their eyes glowing faint amber in the dark. Right at his flank was Elara. She had traded her ruined, ash-stained bridal gown for a set of fitted, midnight-blue leather armor provided by the Hold’s armory. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird, but her grip on the small silver dagger Silas had handed her was ironclad. The dark violet residue beneath her fingernails hummed, vibrating in sync with the tense energy of the ravine.

"I am about to become the king of the barbarians. How can a motley crowd like you kill me?" Immediately, Lukas removed the armor from his body. Instantly, everyone, including Darryl and Scarless, was shocked. They saw Lukas in a Golden Silk Soft Armor. The armor was made of golden silk and special metals. It was shiny and tough. Seeing Darryl's, Scarless, and others' reactions, Lukas burst into laughter again. "I bet you didn't expect this?"

He felt like he was losing his mind. The four of them were the toughest opponents Tyr had previously faced. In particular, he and Dark Shura had been at odds for a very long time. Tyr had tried incredibly hard to get rid of them, only to see them coming back from the dead! All of them were resurrected! Like Sachin, all three of them were wearing ancient armor, with the only difference being the color. Sachin’s armor was black, Andraste was gold, Dark Shura was red, and the Reverend was silver.

Erza was of a particularly small stature. Other than the tiny black wings attached to her back, and the U-shape horn that stuck out from the sides of her head, she looked just like an adorable elementary school girl, standing at about 5 foot. She wore a rosary necklace, and like the rest of the demon guards, her attire was skimpy as well; wearing only a black cross-shaped tube barely covering her undeveloped breast, her bottom consisted only a black rough rag covering her private parts with her devil tail sticking out from behind her tailbone.

But, again, she was being nice as she didn't have the right to object. The armor was forged from the finest silver, intricately etched with ancient symbols that symbolized strength and protection as Alpha Raven had explained to her. It hugged her form snugly, providing both flexibility and durability. The chest plate featured a magnificent wolf emblem, a testament to her status as a member of the pack and a warrior in her own right. Her gauntlets were crafted from reinforced leather, offering a combination of dexterity and defense. Each finger was equipped with silver claws, honed to deadly precision. A silver-trimmed cloak billowed behind her, offering an ethereal aura as she moved.

" Maxwell asked, and there was a crack in his voice that showed fear. Garland was right. We had none of the three things he mentioned that were necessary for a victory in war. He had warriors and weapons, Keith had warriors, weapons, and magic, and all we had was our fighting skills. Our warriors weren't much, so we won't be able to meet Garland's might no matter how strong and skilled we were, and we did not have weapons to increase the strength of the few warriors we had. Scarlett was the only magic we would have had; she is with Keith now. Keith has it all, and we have nothing. Whose fault is it if it isn't ours?

Soon a pile of bodies were piling up at Kronos’s feet and steadily increasing. “ Enough!” came a loud and commanding feminine voice. The small gathering of the few remaining soldiers parted for a six-foot woman with twenty- three winters on her back. She had light blue hair and golden eyes full of contempt and disdain, She wore elegant black plate armor. The shoulders were pointy, wide, and quite large. They were decorated with two rows of bones on each side, one row is at the front and the other on the backside. Her upper arms are protected by squared, fully covering rerebraces which sit perfectly under the shoulder plates. Her lower arms were covered by vambraces which have a metal snake c

ZARA (AUTHOR POV) “Then gear up, Mrs. Vance,” he said, his voice dropping to that dark, commanding tone she loved. “Tonight… we end this.” Zara didn’t waste a second. She turned and walked straight to the armory. This wasn’t the scared girl who used to flinch at loud noises anymore. Her movements were sharp, precise, and filled with purpose. She strapped on the tactical vest Adrian had custom-made for her—lightweight but bulletproof. She slid a handgun into the holster at her hip, checked the magazine, and secured it. Then, she strapped a knife to her thigh, just like Adrian taught her.