Gundam Iron-blooded Orphans Orga Novels & Stories

But they composed immediately, trying to focus on the mission at hand. Dax raised his sword first charging towards him. But Valen moved like lightning. In two seconds, Dax was on the ground, bleeding bad. “DAX!” Ayla shouted. Dax was her closest friend from childhood who always stood by her side. Orion quickly jumped in as Valen's claws came out sharp. It was evident that he was stronger cause he had been consuming fresh human organs. Compared to us who didn't. I roared and charged in, now knowing I was the only one who could match him.

The iridescent shields of Aegis mechs protected the Titans, who in turn covered the Legions from enemy fire. We had the advantage in numbers, but I was sure that this fight was going to be difficult. Nevertheless, it was time. Our last stand against Axion. For all those killed in the Iron War. For Taewi, for my father, and for every other pilot, soldier or civilian lost because of one corporation's insatiable greed. "Is everyone ready?" I called. A burst of silver and a blur of dust were all I saw before the Xiezhi stood before me.

“Let me review the details for you.” A picture of an old man appeared. “Garrett Norman is a chemist and has a factory called ‘oracle’, founded a new and rare metal called ‘oryx’ and crafted a weapon called the orb. Orb works like a nuclear bomb but is more compact, in the form of a diamond.” He paused. “It is powerful enough to kill an entire nation with a single strike. The government and every other illegal organization are after Garrett. We need to get it before anyone else.”

They were a Gronemun who kills a vampire opponent. "Find the one who killed her and bring him to me," she ordered the two when they arrived. The two bowed before her. "As you command, our highness," the two said at the same time. Oro and Ora were siblings that Anarya had adopted when she saw the two under the Oatharia tree. They look human on the outside but a ferocious wolf-like appearance, but they have two horns and black feathers that were as hard as an iron the difference between a werewolf, and there were only a few of their remaining races.

“Argh! Superior… yes! Order of the Orion thinks of themselves as superior among others.” “Because they are superior,” Gen scoffed. She raised her head and looked at Ichiro. “Our ancestors were Templars, and we had the same oath, we fight for the glory of God, we trained to become the most skillful warrior and fight to maintain the balance of good and evil.”

Damian blade unsheathing earth-shatter roar, alpha-aura exploding: “Betas formation iron—diad, core the armored vein heart! Council—back the fuck or bleed with us!” Thorne snarled glee-battle manic, plate-mail claws extending scythe-curved: “Bleed? We join the slaughter—prove border fang-worth!” His loyal betas surged howling, fangs ripping abomination-throats gore-fountain, one gurgling: “For Thorne—tear void-guts!”

"Has the Department of Mystia really fallen this far? Someone like you has actually inherited the title Southern Edge?" There was unmistakable disappointment in Kaldor's eyes. He had crossed paths with the previous generation of the Southern Edge and the Northern Steel back in his youth, and they had been far stronger than Orion. "Go to hell!" Orion exploded with rage on the spot, while the other four moved in tandem. A world-shaking battle erupted instantly. Orion truly lived up to his reputation as Helso's direct disciple. An overwhelming pressure burst from him like a tidal wave, instantly drowning out the auras of every other prodigy present.

They lunged together-Altair from the right, Andhara from the left. Altair swung his claws, creating sharp waves of energy. Andhara slashed with her sword, splitting the air and sending out slashes of pure energy. Algebar parried, but his body began to fall back. Small wounds began to appear on his body-a sign that despite his strength, he could not fight all three of them at once. "I am Orion's descendant!" roared Algebar. "I am the future of this world!" "Then..." Altair growled, "This world does not need your future."

Millie teased. "What about you? Which generation are you from?" Frederick stared at her. At this moment, he finally realized how terrifying Organization V was. Although he slaughtered the seven cyborgs mercilessly, it was only because he was inhumanly strong. One had to see it to believe how he crushed them like insects. And yet, according to Millie, they turned out to be failed products of Organization V.

I gasp, seeing other young girls on the line who are being scrutinized by a group of gamma warriors…I don’t know where they are taking us or what they are going to do with us. The gamma warriors of Orizon have bodies that are augmented by radiation—they look ruthless and merciless; they are wearing my family’s emblems on their bodies, mocking it…the things they stole from our castle and many more. With eyes glowing of radioactive energy coursing through their veins, they instil fear in all of us. Their sheepskin garments are not merely for concealment; they are also symbols of their predatory nature. Adorned with sharp spikes and horns, these skins serve as both armour and intimidation.