Gundam Statue Destroyed Novels & Stories

Crash! The statues shattered with a thunderous blast, shards scattering in the wind. The remaining onlookers, devout followers to the core, were left to grapple with the shock. "No! Are they leaving us behind?" "Quick, let's try to put the Three Immortal Guardians back together." However, it was hopeless as the sword energy had turned parts of it to dust. They were just grasping for some comfort, really. Alexander had done all he could. The rest was up to them.

Now, the only sound was the wind howling through the suspension cables and the distant, dying crackle of the downed bomber outside the Scrapyard walls. Leo (Tank) stood out in the open, the heavy machine gun pressed tightly to his shoulder, his finger hovering over the trigger. His massive chest heaved with adrenaline and pain. He stared at the three twelve-foot-tall war machines. They were statues. Their hydraulic limbs were locked mid-stride. Their rotary cannons pointed uselessly at the concrete. The glowing red optical sensors that served as their eyes were completely dead, replaced by the dull, flat black of powered-down glass.

Some of those wrecks were pulled down into the planet’s atmosphere, where they broke apart and burned up as they fell. In the middle of the warring fleets was the planet’s teleport beacon. It too had been ripped open and completely disabled, with many of its internal parts strewn about all around it. But that didn’t stop a squadron of Einherjar mecha from hammering it with their guns over and over. They shaved off more and more with every hit and pounded it with such persistence that it was reduced to unrecognizable chunks of scrap. Overseeing all of the destruction was yet a third portion of the fleet, with Thanatos front and center.

She walked back toward the fountain, her footsteps silent on the stone. In the present… The sound of the vial shattering was like a gunshot in the sudden silence of the courtyard. Luz’s sword arm froze mid-swing, the blade of his great sword biting deep into the chest of a second statue. He did not finish the strike. He turned, his crimson eyes wide, watching the tainted liquid seep into the fountain’s basin. The effect was instantaneous. The statues that had been looming over him simply ceased to be. No explosion, no magical flare– just a sudden, sickening loss of structure. Stone turned to dust, cascading down in grey avalanches until only piles of rubble remained where warriors had stood

The silence of a battlefield after the guns stop is heavy. But the silence after a god falls is absolute. I sat on the steps of what used to be the Lincoln Memorial. The statue of Lincoln was gone, shattered by stray plasma fire. In its place, Maya and the Green Children were growing a replacement out of woven vines and oak. I looked out over the Mall. It wasn't a mall anymore. It was a swamp. The rupture caused by the Architect’s emergence, combined with the Green Army’s

The stone statue was originally extremely powerful and tall. But at this moment, there were only two legs left, and the base was there. Caspian thought for a moment, then extended a finger and pointed at the statue. Ding. It was as if some kind of metal had been lightly knocked on. A crisp sound came from Caspian’s fingers. The next moment, the stone powder and pieces on the ground flew toward the damaged statue. In a short time, the statue was restored. Caspian walked over and wiped the stone statue's face.

’ “We destroyed it, and the man Paulik who designed it was killed. There won’t be any more machines built.” I cuddled real close to Galen. I missed him so bad. With my eyes still burning, I closed them to rest them. ‘We missed our ceremony date.’ “Yeah, we did, but it will happen as soon as you are strong enough.” ‘I love you.’ “I love you too.”

The power of the statue was truly equal to that of the god of war, and for some reason, it seemed to have a mind of its own, causing the core that should have been in its chest to move elsewhere. Even Xiao Chen couldn't guess where the core had gone with his eyes. When one statue was destroyed, it was possible that the other statues could learn how to avoid Xiao Chen's attacks targeting the core in its chest. But Xiao Chen didn't give up. He threw the Ashura swords into the sky, and the two swords now hovered above Xiao Chen.

It teetered and fell face-first into the dirt. Meanwhile, Valerius was busy dismantling the Hammer Titan piece by piece. He was a whirlwind of violence, tearing hydraulic lines like licorice whips. He ripped the head off the machine and threw it at the wall. "Who is the copy now?" Valerius panted, standing on top of the ruined chassis, chest heaving. Only the Flamethrower Titan was left. It swung its nozzle toward me, trying to get a lock through the strobe lights.

The two henchman and woman were spotted with little or no expression on their faces standing on the colossus sculptures' smashed body laying flat in the muddy ground: one heavily destroyed from it’s upper torso while the other looking as though it’s lower body was absconded in a semicircle pattern. From their left, audible sounds of shattering stones and splattering on the muddy grounds was heard as one debris amidst mud formed into a hand then it got penetrated once again as the transfigured henchman flew through while holding closely his olive colored cocked brimmed hat on his head, going with a swung also running to meet Gage in his iconic armour which reflected most of the twinkling star