Gundam Statue Destroyed Novels & Stories

“You don't know.” “The structure was destroyed when it fired its final discharge,” Malachar replied. “Destroyed?” “Scouts confirmed the collapse. What remains is little more than molten ruin and shattered stone.” The projection shifted, revealing a shattered section of Spire. What had once been a monolith of a weapon now resembled the corpse of one. “The scouts confirmed complete structural failure?” “Confirmed.” “No possibility of repair?” “Not in any meaningful timeframe.” Apollo stared at the image. The relief he should have felt never arrived.

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.

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

It was not a film but a restriction around the statue. Instantly realizing something was wrong, Andrius raised his guard. Sure enough, the statue’s surface began to crack, and countless fragments fell to the ground. In just three seconds, the statue transformed into something resembling a Silverium Puppet and charged toward Andrius at high speed. In mid-air, a sharp finger attack was aimed directly at Andrius. Andrius was surprised because that was one of the seventy-two ultimate techniques from the treasure repository known as the Sky Splitting Finger.

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.