Goliath Truck From Knight Rider นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Glad you’re having fun.” “Glad I took your challenge. Thank you, alpha.” “Anytime for my girl.” But our fun ended there. Abruptly. “Who are these guys, Knight?” My pulse raced as Knight slowed down his bike when three Harleys and a Ford truck parked in the middle of the road. “Stay calm. Your heartbeat is racing. Don’t vanish, Nirvana.” Knight halted his bike a few meters away from the gangs. “That’s Cadogan’s son, Travis, in the center and his men.”

Glenn looked simply amused as he leaned back on his chair and smirked, “ then it's good that I came prepared?” As soon as he snapped his finger twenty or so Knight raiders who were sitting among the crowd blended as humans, stood up. In their hands were guns, which Cain knew were filled with silver bullets. Dang it, he should have known that Glenn simply had no bottom line but still he didn’t show any sign of panic as he turned to look at Glenn, “ Does the order knows that you are working with anti shifter radicals?”

The gateman approached the vehicle to check out who's in. " Finish them". Morgana whispered. The door slides open and Nicklaus kicked away the man. He moved to the back of the vehicle and opened the truck. Nicklaus carried the AN94 rifle and handed over one to Morgana. "Your favourite". He whispered. "Thanks, honey, using these toys instead of our powers... Awful". Morgana said. They moved to the locked gate and Nicklaus kicked it with fire. The gate dropped down flat raising dust that reduced visibility.

That had fallen upon Sir Garath. When she glanced over, her fellow Knight had wisps of smoke rising from his armor, his skin blackened and raw as both he and his mount tumbled forward. The horse screamed in pain as well, and both rider and mount tumbled down the hillside, dead. Torila raced ahead, certain that she would be next.

It was nothing like what Rowan and I had ridden in all those years ago. It wasn't flimsy or barely held together; this was a thing of beauty. Ignoring the Commander's attempts to get my attention, I run my fingers over the thick pieces of silver welded onto the truck's frame. Where the headlights were, it had the option to collapse and release a noxious gas full of wolfsbane—enough wolfsbane to take out at least five or six werewolves. I never hid the fact that these features were the only reason I ever got back into it, and I'm sure Rowan felt the same.

He isn't rushing. He is wearing a white suit. Kyros. He steps onto the asphalt. He looks at the gunfight with an expression of mild annoyance. He reaches back into the cab of the truck. He pulls something out. It’s long. Green. A tube with a sight on top. A rocket launcher. An AT4. My breath stops. "Drakon!" I scream. "RPG!" Drakon turns. He sees Kyros. He sees the tube resting on Kyros’s shoulder.

The thought itself made him more sad and irritated. As he opened the double doors, he looked out with squinted eyes, adjusting to the brightness outside. Then he stormed his eyebrows when he found a group of cavalry knights waiting in front of Capital Library. The one leading them was none other than the Divine Knight of Glacia. “Are you finished? What took you so long?” Kael asked, mounted on a white stallion. Tristan climbed down the steps, approaching to the knights. “What the hell are you doing here?”

I say. He rewinds it, playing it slower, frame by frame. “Go after the impact.” I say, the truck pulls away, fast Like nothing happened. “Enhance it,” the hacker's fingers move quickly. Image sharpens, and then details become clearer, and the truck model becomes clearer. “That's a Collins - series Obsidian,” he mutters, "I know that. “ Military-grade reinforcement.” I lean forward slightly, eyes narrowing, “How many exist?” “Fifty, maybe less , all the registered,”

It was forged from gleaming white and gold Aether-steel, standing in stark, pristine contrast to the rotting garbage of the Under-Guts. The drop-pod’s heavy blast doors were already hissing open. The Goliath lunged into the wreckage, its mandibles snapping shut. But it didn't hit flesh. A blinding flash of localized, golden kinetic energy erupted from inside the drop-pod. The Trench-Goliath, a beast weighing over five tons, was violently launched backward out of the wreckage. It skipped across the surface of the Black Lake like a skipped stone, its massive chitinous chest completely caved in, dead before it even sank.

Blue Thunder, which had bolts of lightning painted all along its shell, nearly slid sideways as it climbed up another monster truck, creating a stack that had both Anastasia and my obnoxious brother screeching. “GET IT!” Knight roared jumping out of his seat so quickly he nearly knocked over the old human lady beside him. “Oh sorry, ma’am,” he said before bellowing, “STACK EM’ UP! STACK EM’ UP! FUCK YEAH!” Anastasia leaned into my side, her sugary sweet chocolate scent permeating the air. I picked it up past the layers of dirt and grime, hotdogs and beer, and various body odors. Fuck the mate-bond for making me like that scent so damn much.