Headon Tower Of God の小説・ストーリー

​The Return of the God of War ​"TRIM THIS!" a roar thundered from above. ​A black umbrella—weighted with the "Billionaire" lead of a hundred luxury towers—slammed into the ground between Nora and the Silver Heir. ​Kael Davis plummeted from the golden chute, his overcoat tattered but his presence as suffocating as a corporate takeover. He didn't look like a grandfather; he looked like the "God of War" who had conquered the Andromeda Sector.

The Skyarch Tower surged with powerful energy instilled by Gideon, radiating dazzling light as it came crashing down. It didn't strike Chase or Attwell. It slammed straight toward the Pope of Light. It was an utterly decisive move. The Pope of Light was so startled by the sudden move that he nearly jumped out of his skin, scared stiff. "Gideon, you—" "What? You're barking like a damn dog." Gideon was ferocious. The Skyarch Tower bore down.

For a moment, the god was confused, clearly having not anticipated this using his greatest weapon—time, probably because he had been so infuriated having lost the race against time plus he could sense the location of the last Herald even more now. Dr. Carter Hall’s super sonic air craft had then opened up a hatch from underneath and a high metallic pole had dropped to the ground, right in front of the god. Another pole fell out from the hatch, and another, another, then another, until all eight of them stood ten feet around Aion, circling him. "WHAT IS THIS?" Aion bellowed.

It was a roar that carried the weight of a thousand years of ancestral rage. “Girard?” I whispered, though I knew he couldn’t hear me. The thing standing in the center of the tower was no longer my husband. It was the Apex. A mountain of black fur and serrated bone, standing nearly eight feet tall. Its eyes were not amber or gold; they were voids of pure, electrical white. The air around him smelled of ozone and ancient earth. The heavy oak door finally gave way with a splintering crash. My father’s men rushed in, their silver-tipped rifles raised, their faces masked in tactical gear. They had come prepared for a wolf. They were not prepared for a god of carnage.

Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r

I stared in front of me because there appeared to be a figure emerging from the smoke. In the heart of the sanctuary's mountains, I could clearly see a large tower. It's a little ancient and overgrown with weeds, but it appears to be in good condition. "This is the Tower of Chaos," the deity said right away. I'm not sure why, but what she said immediately made me nervous. I looked around since my surroundings were gradually becoming brighter, and I saw a large room with a brick wall. The lamps in the room began to ignite one by one. I returned my gaze to the smoke, releasing the vision.

Amberleigh refused to let her nerves get the best of her on the ride to the penthouse. Leo didn’t say much at all. Luckily, their car had been prompt and traffic wasn’t too bad to make it to uptown Omega City. Preeminence Tower was just as tall and imposing as Amber remembered it, that shiny, spiral high rise which rose towards the clouds from where the God of this city lived at the top.

“Besides, you know that I bore easily.” The psychopathic lord glanced over at the man, impressed that he was still living. Blood continued to ooze from his chest, masking the small games board that Dorian had created. “Hmm, yes I remember. I presume that is how the game started, what information did he have to give?” Dorian growled lightly, his bare feet coated in the man’s blood. “Scouts are tricky little creatures. More are coming, estimated to arrive before morning. They are searching for a girl, the bastard daughter of Atlas.”

Probably because I've never cared to even notice the tower. There's thumping like someone is making their way up the stairs. Anon, a silver glow emanates from the tower. A top hatchet opens up and there the most handsome man-god or whatever he steps out. So he pulls the moon from his tower. You can see his muscles flex as he makes his way high in the heavens.

She looked outside and saw the rumbling of land. 30 minutes later. Dust and fogs covered the place. Then after some moments, it became clearer. The tower stood now differently. It was grounded like an Eiffel Tower of Paris. However, it was more than that. The tower of the fake God was like a Tower of Babel from the Bible. The height is never-ending and it has the 500th floor that would reach the sky. Nami and the team looked over it. At first, the tower was not that high. It was like a tower on the 10th floor. Now, however, had the 500th floor that is likely unbelievable.