Fierce Deity Armor Upgrades Novels & Stories

The black bead left behind by the Nether Goatman had been absorbed into his sea of consciousness as well. Chase moved his notion, and the black bead stuck onto him and formed into an armor made out of white bones. Its name entered Chase's sea of consciousness directly. Nether Divine Armor. Even though the Nether Divine Armor was an upper divine-grade item, its powers were able to unseal and upgrade according to Chase's cultivation level, with its maximum level at midway of martial Path ancestor. After putting on the Nether Divine Armor, the Dark Spirit Divine Technique that Chase had just gotten enlightened with immediately advanced to a cultivation that was three levels higher.

It was Andrius’ turn. “Lord Mercer! I have a set of Thunderforge Armor and a supreme-grade Erinyes Pill. They can significantly defend against tribulation when ascending to the Divine Realm and prevent the entanglement of heart demons. Used together, they can increase the success rate of overcoming the tribulation by at least thirty percent!” The Thunderforge Armor was prepared by Cedric during his divine tribulation in the past. It was formed with iron from a meteor and tempered with thunder from the nine heavens, able to weaken over sixty percent of divine lightning.

But at this moment, the North Heaven Queen had a horrible feeling that a disaster was coming, and the chill on his back was running wildly. In such a short time, the North Heaven Queen saw that Caspian's five fingers had appeared in her heart. These five fingers grabbed fiercely. Suddenly, space caved in. A mighty force surged from all directions and penetrated layer by layer, almost digging out the heart of the North Heaven Queen. "The Fish-dragon God Deification Armor!" The North Heaven Queen roared, and a jade-like luster immediately appeared on her body. In that instant, this radiance condensed into an armor, protecting him within.

Neither Mom nor Dad spared me a backward glance. From that day onward, I learned to stand on my own two feet. I had to take care of myself. I was only six years old when I faced the loneliness, the danger, and the helplessness of life on my own. I forced myself to be strong and resilient. I forced myself to be independent. I made sure to build a tough armor around myself to protect myself from harm. My armor was close to perfect during my childhood and teenage years. However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor.

The twilight that had settled over the royal castle no longer carried the uncertainty of the previous nights, but the gravity of an unshakable purpose. In the Great Armory, beneath the dull glow of resin torches and the acrid smell of weapon oil, silence was filled only by the sound of metal being sharpened. Cedrik stood in the center of the hall, his black combat armor now proudly bearing the seal of his lineage with renewed ferocity. Beside him, Freya was no longer the prisoner he had once dragged through ashes. She wore reinforced leather and suede battle attire, practical for combat, yet her stormy eyes carried the golden light of the Ancestral Luna—an unspoken authority that made even t

Zuberi growls under his breath, typing another message with aggressive thumps of his small fingers. She is putting the armor on right now! He is picking her up at dusk! If you don't show your face at the Eclipse Den, I am personally helping the Northern Lord pack her bags! While Zuberi fumes in the corner, I step behind the dressing screen and fasten the moon-iron scales over my torso. The armor molds perfectly to my body, light as a second skin yet tough enough to stop a broadhead arrow. The flared silver greaves trail down like a sea-serpent’s tail, catching every flicker of the torchlight.

However, to steal from a team of 60 hunters including Lieutenant Grisha was something nobody ever expected. After replacing her previous armor with a new one, Grisha's speed and strength erupted like a volcano. Soul-Armors were not just a heavy hunk of safeguards, instead, they were much more. Besides adjusting themselves to wearer size and shape, armor-grade Soul-Armas would also provide a massive boost to the wearer's agility, defense, and strength.

Giovanni and Hiro watching from a very high attitude towered building lift his sand to help him land safely to the ground by creating a gigantic sandy palm draining Giovanni’s mana greatly as he grew weak by the minute using his magical power. Allan is shocked to see in a full arm gauntlet in his arm to his hand upgraded with a blue flaming circular dragon shield of the dragon queen serpent coiling around across the shield. In the middle of the shield is the shinning flaming core from the dragon’s head. Princess Felicia and Allan watch the battle of Historia and Arogonut. A taught caught in his mind from the battle to help Historia and Arogonut. He remembers what the Dragon said to him infor

[+2%] chance of insta-kill, healing the user by [100%] of its total health. Inexpugnable fortress Lv 5 (5 AF/s) (v) + All of the attack points are converted into defense points. Agility gets halved. Dig Lv 3 (passive) (^) Victory's cry Lv 2 (85% of total AF) + All of the nearby units receive a boost of [30%] to attack and [10%] to the rest of stats.

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?