روايات وقصص ضمن Female Armored Titan

Shane came back after shifting back to his human form, he was holding a T-shirt. “Shift!” he commanded, Melanie shifted and Shane threw her the shirt. She put it on and glared at the warriors. She was bleeding but her wounds were starting to heal but the one on her leg was deep, sore, and taking longer to heal. “Come.” Said Shane pointing the way with his hand.

This was Tank. He was massive—a seven-foot-tall juggernaut of heavy power armor, painted in industrial yellow and black hazard stripes. One arm was a standard manipulator; the other ended in a rotary minigun barrel. Despite the terrifying appearance, his voice was young, warm, and sounded like he was smiling. Ren walked over to the table. His avatar, Wraith, was less flashy—a ghillie suit made of optical-camo fabric and a long-range rifle slung over his shoulder.

"My father got this on my 18th birthday. Champions are different from the first-generation Mobile Armor. They're the true combat Mobile Armors. They were with the Turmann family for countless years. Those Mobile Armors created after Champions were just some soulless broken pieces. They were tall. But they can only be controlled remotely. Humans can't enter those Mobile Armors. Thus, synesthesia systems don't exist for those Mobile Armors. They're just a bunch of meaningless machines."

Iris said, and Roger nodded. “Now, Arman, Dominic, Stavros… I need to have a balance of all the armed forces available… We need to know the headcount and level of training. Teams and designated commanders for each group,” I said, and they nodded. “Just so you know, in my realm we have worked on a special armour…” Dominic surprised me, “It is light and quite effective, but it is bulletproof, leaving very few vulnerable spots for our guys to get hit with a bullet… in this case, the serum,” he informed me, and I smirked.

I turned and fired. Bang. Bang. Bang. I aimed for the eyes. Titan raised a massive arm to shield its face. The bullets embedded in its forearm but did not slow it down. It was a tank made of flesh. I looked around for a weapon. I looked for a weakness. I was on a narrow metal walkway suspended over magma. There was nowhere to go but back to the elevator. But Titan was blocking the path. The beast stepped onto the catwalk. The metal groaned under its weight. The bolts holding the suspension cables screeched.

He was determined not to let the three families endanger the city for their armor funding. Expanding his sensory power, Adrian monitored the families. The Colons had deployed armored units equipped with powerful weapons, transported by tanks to the monument. The Arroyos, on the other hand, sent about a hundred suicide warriors in standard battle gear with special alloy swords. And for the Valdezes, there was Eden, controlling a thousand warriors in Flaming Dragon Armor who were scattered nearby. Adrian then spotted something in the sky and scanned it. They were combat support devices sent by the Colons, lacking energy shielding but coming in great numbers.

my power. Beside me, the titan of Lament-Steel was struggling. Eryx’s movements were jagged, his massive frame twitching in sync with the silver static. The violet-black armor that housed the Goddess’s grief was emitting a high-pitched whine, a sound of metal being stretched past its breaking point. His crimson eyes, usually so focused and predatory, were scanning the mist with a growing, terrifying emptiness.

Compared to any other country in the Central Continent, they were still relying heavily to conscription soldiers when there is a war or a battle happening. With these careful designed that will then further unified and also effectively remodeled the looks of Aeternum Military, I am sure that our fame will once again rise, not only we will be called one of the fearest force in the Central Continent, perhaps later we might be called the most fanciest armed forces in Fantasma. Such titles is not at all bad for Aeternum Military, in fact, it will only added to the sense of belonging to each soldiers and even made them more proud to wear the uniform and protecting Aeternum.Now that they were remi

It was that top-grade armor. No wonder. That thing was paper-thin and still held up under a full-power hit. That kind of craftsmanship was definitely something only the Spirale Clan could pull off. Ewan's expression darkened. "Gideon, I'll give you one last shot. Stop fighting and surrender. Otherwise, you'll regret it." He gestured to the war machine behind him. "Unless you really want to see what a Quark Warbot can do." The Quark Warbot let out a deep rumble as glowing light surged through its core. The thing was primed and ready to fire.

he explained, “Thus, I would have to join the Magic Division.” “But... a soldier with your level of talent and experience would be a huge advantage to the Military Division!” Marcus tried to reason out, “Wouldn’t you want to be in the same class as your mother was?” “True, particularly since I have never used military artillery before...” Dorin frowned in deep thought, “Is it true that mother used to develop elemental weapons for the military?” he asked his new guardians. “Yes, she was the best artificer in her time.” Professor Althea said proudly, “She was the one who developed the elemental cell. It’s a type of battery that can store elemental energy to power up a weapon.”