Front Advanced Beam Blades の小説・ストーリー

Chris picked up the undamaged box and held it up. “This is to prevent the unit from breaking. There is a gas tank on the front and backing the unit. The rear tank has a hose that attaches to the primary air supply. This serves as a second air supply. The front tank will slowly leak gas into the sheathes to prevent the outside air from corroding the blades. Now for these three blades you will have a single hilt at your disposal.” Chris passed around the sword hilts and a blade. “Take note of the lever on the side of the handle. Squeeze the lever and slide the handle into the blade.”

The next moment, more than twenty of the beast mechs pulled out their weapons. These weapons were pretty advanced. They weren't rifles or machine guns, not even freeze guns or heat guns. They were beam guns. Beam guns have extremely strong penetrating power, and it's like firing a laser. There's no need to fire one shot at a time, just hold the trigger down and the beam will keep blasting continuously. They were like the Death Laser, but the enhanced version. Not in terms of power, of course, but duration. "Windfall, be careful, those things actually pack a punch."

Close-contact weapons is the only choice they have now. Damon ran to the other end of the battle grounds, hoping to confuse the bear. If they need to survive, they should not crumple together. The only way to move like a team here is to divide and conquer. Damon got a double-edged sword. By the looks of it, it seemed newly-sharpened. The edges of the blades were silvery in color and the handle was wiped clean.

The blades whistled sharply, stopping mere inches from Ray. Oh? In the VIP section to the left of the grand hall, Alexander cradled his drink, eyes tracking Hec and Hunter's every move. His gaze intensified for a moment before he murmured, "Moving Fist, Horizontal Blade, Breaking Slash." Ray's senses snapped to attention. His hand flew to the alloy sword at his waist, drawing it in a flash. He stepped diagonally forward with his left foot, his wrist snapping the sword's flat side across his back. Then, reversing his grip, he brought the blade down in a fierce arc above his head.

signals as they passed. Suddenly, a "High-Frequency" beam cut through the snow. Volkov appeared—a "Muscular" silhouette draped in "Recycled" wolf-furs and "Sovereign" armor. He held a "Zero-Point" blade that hummed with a "Sociopathic" blue light.

The field quieted as he stepped forward, blade in hand. He dashed to the center of the field, his blade slicing through the air with a deadly grace. His movements were fluid yet commanding, his strikes calculated to perfection. Erika couldn’t tear her eyes away, captivated by the sheer power he exuded. The way his muscles rippled beneath his shirt, the precision of his footwork—it was as if the blade was an extension of his body.

Moreover, these digital knives could also replicate the structure and even weight of the chosen blade. Also, at the point of contact with the opponent's bodies, they would vibrate with variable intensities to distinguish and replicate the impact. Creed just like always chose a standard 11.65 Inch point clip with a Sawtooth Spine. Whereas Jia chose a standard 10.75 Inch point clip with a sawback spine. "Alright, let's start!" Creed said with an assertive tone, "I will attack with my least aggressive move sets. The circle is the area of combat."

Purple patches and blade marks marred his body, and even in a transformed state, the gaping wounds could be seen. Opposite him was Razor, the holder of the Blade Lion technique. Razor was also in his transformed state, towering over Shao by half a meter. His eyes were cold and menacing, not anything like his regular genial self, and his claws and paws were stained with Shao’s blood. Protruding from his elbows, forearm, heel, and calves, were sharp blades that could tear through steel easily. These blades were stained with Shao’s blood as well. In contrast, Razor did not have a single wound on him. “Submit,” his strong voice appealed to his opponent’s sense of reason. There was no need to con

The moonlight revealed cold eyes. Before I could scream, the blade swung. To be continued…

Samson said. He puts his phone on loud speaker and dropped it on the table to have a feel of the Night blade. Samson stood up and he unsheathed the sword right in front of Alicia who gulped. The handle of the long sword was a wooden-medieval gold cabinet but the blade was stark and stoic. It could cut through any metal, alloid or repel steel attacks plus the enchantments being installed made the sword more distopic.. "Boss, the Night blade should be installed into one of the mechanincal bots being structured here at Boneridge."