Novel & Cerita Erza Scarlet Purgatory Armor

His expressionless gaze looked over to Ethan, letting his gaze pierce him. “Heh heh heh… Brother Maxim, Brother Albert, humor me. No one said you couldn’t use weapons during the matches. Chimera Armor’s a type of weapon no? Doesn’t that mean it’ll be allowed?” the man replied. “How dare you!” This was a shameful statement, one which only those without dignity would dare say. Everyone was stirred. Chimera Armor was a prized possession of Horizon Peak, with many storied histories to its name. It is a legendary item. Legend has it that the armor was made from the scales of a Lesser Chimera itself, with many mystical runes to complement it. Lesser Chimeras, being descendants of the legendary Ch

" She halted abruptly. Her previous armor disappeared. In the next split-second, a blood-red armor overlapped her curvy build. This new set of soul armor that appeared around her had a much different and malicious radiance adhered to it. "You obviously don't understand who you are dealing with."

Bidding her friends, she walked out and reach the main gate where Scarlet was leaning against the SUV car, with her hand scrolling the cell phone. Donned in tight fitted black jeans pant and black shirt hugging her curves. Her shades, hiding wherever, she was looking keenly. It’s a facade to distract enemy. Actually, her black aviator shade has laser power and can easily scan if anyone carrying any harmful weapons. Even a pocket knife gets detected under those glasses. “Is he back?” Once reaching near Scarlet, Ana asked. Scarlet didn’t reply instantly instead opened the door of the car and Ana slides inside. “Not, yet.” She answered closing the door after sitting beside Ana.

From the corner of his eyes he saw Mariam fighting forward, she and the other girls having worn the same outfit as their attackers made it a bit hard for him to distinguish them from all the chaos and the only thing that made them stand out from the assassins was the fact that they had left their hairs exposed and tied in a ponytail. He ducked the next strike aimed for his right arm and brought his sword up swinging in a wide arch against his attacker but missed. He spun just in time as a sword sliced down in front of him missing him by a couple of inches, he used the window of opportunity to stab his sword into the chest of the man but the force he used had sent the sword in too deep and he

Eryx’s voice was a low, vibrating warning that pulled me back from the edge of a trance. He stood beside me, his Lament-Steel armor looking jarringly brutal in this world of porcelain and starlight. The violet-black metal, which had carried the weight of a thousand years of grief, was now being "Polished" by the atmosphere. I watched in horror as the jagged scars on his chest—the ones he had earned in the Abyss to save me—began to smooth over, the metal turning into a flawless, decorative chrome.

**Blood Rain** layers on top—corrosive violet downpour. The Court rides with me. Seras sunrise-nukes the skull swarm. Lucian dragonfire melts the bone constructs. Kayo’s tails guillotine the lesser lords. Rowan erases timelines with a word. Nerida eats the void leaks. Remy and I tandem the boss. I **Crimson Forge** blood armor around us. He coyote-gold claws the echo’s face. I speak Line 777—contract void. The echo screams. I finish with **Sanguine Eclipse**.

I knew that hue before I saw her. Nora Carver stood with her back to the fountain, curls haloed in morning light, fire dancing in the folds of her coat lining. Her uniform matched the rest of us; high-collared black coat, crisp white shirt, charcoal slacks tucked into boots charmed against snow, but the moment she stepped on Aurelian ground, her cloak had changed. Ember red. Scorched black trim. Gold stitching that shimmered like flame. Her sigil, once fractured and lost to time, glowed faintly behind her left shoulder. Only those who truly saw her would see it at all.

"We have something for you. Something to make sure everyone knows exactly who they're dealing with." They set the cases down on the table. Silas clicked the latches and swung the lid open. My breath hitched. Resting in the foam was a suit of armor unlike anything I’d ever seen. It wasn't the dull silver of the guard or the black of the scouts. It was a deep, bruised crimson—the color of drying blood, polished to a mirror sheen. "It’s dark red," I whispered, reaching out to touch the cold metal of the breastplate.

A lightly armed and armored woman stepped through the doorway and scanned the room. Her armor was matte black with dark purple accents along the curves. The plating was thin and light, which allowed her unrestricted movement. Yet it was clear that the armor was rather tough. Strapped to her right thigh was a B-ranked Hellfire Handcannon. It was a weapon that didn’t simply perforate its target - it completely obliterated whatever it struck. It also had a tendency to dislocate its owner's shoulder, if they weren’t strong enough to handle the kick.

It was a symbol of the status of the Blanc Clan Head. Skylar was the new Blanc Clan Head and therefore, he brought the Dark Battle saber along on his expedition to the Nine Mainland. ‘Is that a Purple Category weapon?’ Rogart thought, stunned. However, he then sneered with disdain. As the envoy from the Godly Region and the leader of the Heavenly Alliance, Rogart possessed countless top-quality weapons. Therefore, Skylar’s Purple Category was not impressive to him. "Looks like you came prepared,” Rogart said dryly, flipping his right hand.