Great Red Dxd Novelas e Histórias

I am Xerra, a superbeing from a remote galaxy far away from the Milky Way called Ciriculus. I live in this fourth-dimensional world called Aryan wherein everything is possible. Well… almost everything… I scanned the familiar domain I was in. I was surrounded by the green and blue giant trees that seemed to reach the still dark sky. I had always loved the relaxing smell of the leaves in the Aiglean Forest and the gentle touch of fresh mountain dews before the sun rises.

Dax's face was ashen, and his bloodshot eyes glared at Yooda in shock. That was something. Was that the true strength of a Fiend Martyr? What? Just from one blow? Everyone gasped! Dax's powers were strong enough to be considered one of the best in the Nine Mainland. On top of that, he had the Sky Breaking Ax as well. Yet somehow, he could barely take one blow from Yooda's attack. Amidst their shock, a few Carter family members snapped back to their senses. They rushed forward to help Dax up.

He thanked him. "No problem, Alpha, it's my job." He said, standing up straight. "Before you go, do you know who wants to see us?" Cole asked with narrowed eyes. "I think it's called the Red Moon pack." He replied, Max sighed with exasperation, the Red Moon pack was known to makes a mistake. "Again! Cain is so stupid, I swear to god that I will kill him once I see him." Max growled. "Well if you excuse me, I have to go patrol the surroundings." The messenger said.

It didn't fall; it simply decompiled, raining harmless sparks of sub-ether back down into the raging river a mile below. On the far side of the canyon, a massive, collective cheer went up from the allied army. Dax stood on the far cliff, looking across the mile-wide gap at me. Even from that distance, I could see the fierce, unbroken pride in his stance. He keyed his comms. "Ghost," Dax said, his voice soft, meant only for me. "I owe you a new set of cables. And a very long vacation." "You owe me a world first, Pres," I managed to laugh, sitting up and wiping the blood from my nose. "Now, how the hell do I get across?"

EPISODE 116 I ground my teeth hard, pressing my jaw shut as I watched the warrior steadily approach Dax. In his hand, he clutched a metal rod, its tip glowing red-hot with a burning symbol, pulsing ominously in the dim light like it had been pulled straight from the fires of hell. Without turning my head, I cast a subtle glance toward Dax. My eyes landed on his face, that demon-like face twisted in its usual cruel calmness. There was no trace of warmth in him, only the sharp edge of darkness.