Grandmaster Griffin Armor Novels & Stories

* * * Brend issued a charging order, brandishing his sword out and leaping forward toward Grub, Gary not far behind him. “Now man chest, Grub will show you how to stab,” Grub said, rolling forward and to the side, running one of his long blades across Brend’s thigh, smiling when he heard the tell-tale cry of pain. He winced slightly, forgetting he had rolled to the side that was still in recovery from his fight with the crossbowmen in town. Grub rolled under a wide horizontal slash from Gary, who held a broadsword in one hand and a large silver shield in the other. He wore his heavy plate mail and Grub was enjoying exploiting the lack of vision Gary had with his vertical eye slits in his sol

They were like a pack of ferocious beasts! All of them had a saber with a griffin pattern at their waists. There were long spears on their backs and tactical rifles on their chests! Combatants with modern and ancient weapons! They belonged to the eldest young master of the main Clarke family, Philip Clarke! They were only loyal to Philip! They had only one name! Griffin Army! A roar filled with explosive killing intent followed. “Whoever dares to lay a finger on Young Madam, I’ll massacre his entire family!”

Again a provoking smile appeared on Manticore's face seeing their horrified expression. The beast immediately jumped on the Grisha this time. She was wearing a silver armor with a long sword in her hand. The puking act had diverted most of them, but it was still not enough to get her distracted. She immediately jumped back and braced herself. Grisha was considered to be one of the strongest. Her strength was considered a bench mark even for the professional hunters.

Every opportunity in battle was to be seized. The sword energies exploded on contact, creating a shower of sparks that battered Griffin's golden battle armor. "It's resilient, alright, like a turtle shell," mused Alexander, observing that even his powerful strikes had only slightly damaged the armor. "Multiple spear strikes!" declared Griffin, channeling the full strength of his physical prowess. His once-parched skin exuded a formidable aura. The Mayan Saint Spear glowed with light blue energy, and a menacing light flashed from it. "Enough games. It's time to end this!" announced Alexander, his sword whirling in his hand as he charged forward. His battle intent surged, matched by his determ

He had long, black hair that fell around his shoulders, and was wearing long, green robes with a sword strapped to his back. The man had handsome, chiseled features. His gaze seemed to speak of sorrow, radiating a strange air of maturity for his young appearance. The mere sight of him was enough to make any woman's heart race. Even Demi was no exception to his charms. "You might not need to enter the battle at all, Master. We've asked for your presence just in case of danger," Griffin said respectfully. The man hardly reacted. "Sure. I've taken the jade pendant back, anyway. This is the only chance you get."

“We did not ask for this war. But we will end it. Not with hatred. With justice. With truth.” Her people responded with low, steady affirmations. No shouting. No dramatics. Just readiness. Then came the sound they had been waiting for. The deep echo of footsteps dozens of them approaching from the west. Nora looked toward the sound. And she saw him. Griffin. He stepped into view, tall and proud, wearing no armor, only dark robes that fluttered in the wind. His eyes met hers across the clearing, and for a brief moment, the wind stopped. He had chosen his side.

“Grandpa David, happy birthday! I wish you a long life full of health and happiness!” Jared bowed, holding up some golden, glittery accessory before the receptionist’s voice resonated inside the hall. “The North-Griffin Inc. vice GM and young heir of the Griffins, Jared Griffin, brought a 10-kilo golden sculpture of a winged Victoria!”

Opposite them, a clear palm print appeared on the golden breastplate of that Mysterious Frost Holy Guard. The Mysterious Frost Golden Armor, which was designed by an expert armorsmith of the Holy Palace of Mysterious Frost, was extremely resilient, an armor almost at the level of a Precious Weapon. Yet it could not ward off this power. The Mysterious Frost Holy Guard cried out in pain and spat out a jet of blood from his mouth. His body collapsed in the distance. He had clearly been seriously injured. Ding Hao was shocked. Elder Chen's strength was simply horrific. Even with his eyesight, he could not see clearly how Elder Chen had struck just now.

The geezer simply ignored the insolence and continued respectfully, "Lord Lazuli can't tend to his duties due to serious illness. And with your brother being the way he is, we need you to hold the fort." "Hmph. Then why doesn't he just let me succeed him?" Ches snorted in disdain as he turned to the ring. "Oh, now that's generous—a Noble-grade armor! Worried that I'd get killed?" The geezer quickly said fawningly, "Lord Lazuli is naturally worried about you, my lord. That's why he sent this armor over. It isn't just Noble grade—it is endlessly sturdy and enforced with defensive wards. Not even a rank ten Ether Lord can hope to pierce it!"

I said with a gentle smile. I silently inspected them, and fairly enough, some of them displayed a great amount of vigor and power. Hadeon, the guild's commander, is the one who drew my interest first. Right now, he's wearing more appropriate gear, two of which are S-tier items: one is a crimson and gold long sword, and the other is an upper - body armor. He obviously earns the title of "Strongest Swordsman," but the other two persons behind him startled me the most. They were the ones who were having a casual talk before.