Gauntlet Heroes の小説・ストーリー

In an instant, he knocked one soldier unconscious while severing the throat of another. In the meantime, two more attacked him from behind. But Yuri jumped in front of them, blocking the attack. Dario sprang to his hind legs and joined Yuri in killing the enemy soldiers one by one. While they were busy fighting the council army, Gayle rushed into the dungeon with a troop. The dungeon guards, who were all from the council, formed multi-layered shields at the entrance. Gayle and his army mangled and gashed the enemy soldiers on the front layer. The bone-snapping and groaning of the injured warriors echoed through the dungeon, the metallic smell of blood hanging in the air.

| 17 Kayzel_123: Ecto? | Mrs. Lapuz watches in horror as rival players gather around Ecto and batter him with various weapons. These warriors are different from the earlier fare of goblins and zombies. Mrs. Lapuz counts five players and they’re all attractive. To her, they look like superheroes in Marvel movies because even when they look weird or dark, they’re still stylish.

She mused, eyeing her, and then her gaze flickered to Hunter. At the same time, Armando's best fighter stepped out of the portals surrounding them. There were so many of them. His whole army was there except him. "Put me down," She whispered and Hunter obliged but still held her close. "I'm excited," Lennox grinned like a psychopath and charged at them followed by Luca. A warrior tried to attack Silvia but Hunter stepped forward. Silvia noticed Rachael was chanting a spell to attack Hunter. Inhaling sharply Silvia used her magic and raised herself in the air as she attacked Rachael who dodged her attack.

Outside the door, two formidable auras were approaching, capable of wiping out Marcel and his companions. "Well, well, isn't this little Marcel? Already resorting to wielding swords," a man with a sinister air appeared, his speech dripping with sarcasm. "Hmph, this oddball from the Great Flame Martial Arts School in Grimalkin should've been uprooted long ago." Beside the sinister man stood another, towering like an iron tower. Sancho, the tendon extractor. Gail, the dismemberer. Both were formidable figures in the gambling city. Sancho had immense speed, capable of extracting tendons in the blink of an eye. Gail was immensely strong, delighting in tearing people apart.

Whoosh! A sharp gust of wind roared forth and snuffed out the fire in an instant. Only faint embers flickered on the ground. This time, the elites could not hold themselves back. Their anger erupted into chaos as they hurled insults at Dustin for disregarding their rules so brazenly. Victor’s face was as dark as storm clouds. His displeasure was evident as he waved his hand sharply. “Gauntlet of Fists!” The elite martial artists understood immediately. Eight of them stepped forward, and each radiated an intense and menacing aura.

They waved as they walked to the middle of the arena where they stood facing each other. “To my left, the man in red full body armour. A Seasoned ranked Hunter. The tank for his team and wields a hammer. Gus Sullivan! And to my right, the red haired elf in black and red light armour. A skilled swordswoman and a knight from the Stone Household. Illya Green Maple.” Cheers erupted from the crowd along with applause.

Within a short time, they managed to suppress those ten or so Nemesis members. Moreover, Dhrishit had fought several rounds with Iron Gauntlets, and the combat power from both sides was about the same. Iron Gauntlets was not an average fighter. He could certainly be counted as one of the top-tier fighters in the north. Yet, what made Dhrishit speechless was that he had no idea what material the pair of iron gloves worn by that man was made of. It was absurd that those gloves were harder than his katana. Noticing that Dhrishit had been unable to take down Iron Gauntlets for quite some time, Tyr immediately rushed over to take his place. “Stand down. Go guard the other areas.”

If her uncle trusted the human enough to legally take under his wing then she trusted him enough to not question his judgement. Auxilia wasn’t just a guest house, it was Neutral Ground, meaning that all ghouls who wanted to pass on and eat dead human flesh only when necessary, come here for their stock ups, some come here for shelter, others rented and lived here. The point was, the whole place was a ghoul sanctuary. That was why it was called Auxilia Guesthouse and café; Auxilia was greek for ‘help’ or ‘safety granted’.

He didn't hear the soft, wet thud of a boot hitting the glass. Suddenly, the violet light of the beacon hit a pair of eyes, not blue, not brown, but a brilliant, glowing gold. "The ground is occupied," a voice rasped. Before the Liquidator could raise his rifle, the shadow lunged. It wasn't a man; it was a blur of obsidian-tinted armor and pulsing golden veins. The Iron-Gauntlet hit the Liquidator’s chest-plate with the force of a falling anvil. The reinforced carbon-fiber shattered like glass, the soldier being thrown fifty feet across the Flats before his suit’s life-support could even register the trauma.

He had to hide somewhere in a dark corner to keep it that way, so he was not able to move. Wilbur fell into darkness again. He could feel his senses restrained. The muscular man with the thick eyebrows, Hugh, shouted at that moment. His body was instantly ignited with spiritual flames as a pair of gauntlets appeared on his fists. The gauntlets were covered in numerous runes, exuding a terrifying power that enveloped Wilbur. That was not enough for Hugh. He shouted again, and his eyes began to turn red like a feral wild beast. "Rampage."