Immortal Soldier Novels & Stories

The risk of killing a path out of thousands of zombies was naturally great. "The immortal spirit is the platform, and the flesh and blood are the ranks. They just fell on their own way." Flame Gordon knew Caspian's mood, so he came over to comfort him. "There is no other way." Emmett Breathnach also said at this moment, "In the future, if we have the chance to break through the peak of the Amethyst Palace Realmand ascend to the Immortal Body position, a closed-door meditation will take a hundred years.

"His name is Bashir, the Supreme Battle Warrior from a special outland organization. Bashir is known to be the strongest among hundreds of organizations in the outlands. On top of that, he's said to be immortal.” Adrian instantly frowned. An immortal? Immortality arts was said to be a power that had existed since ancient times, but he had never met an actual immortal before. Ever since finding the black metal below St. Elmer’s Church, he had suspected that immortals existed. He never expected to have his suspicions confirmed today. "Are you sure?"

If they had not seen it with their own eyes, they would not have believed it even if they were beaten to death! "It's not your turn now." Samuel looked at the cyan-clothed elder gloomily. The cyan-robed old man suddenly felt a chill on his back! A moment later, a hint of malice flashed in his eyes. He sneered and said, "You want to kill me? Do you think it's that easy?" The 50,000 soldiers had already surrounded Samuel, three circles inside and three circles outside, including the air and the ground. This was the Immortal-killing Formation created by Mount Tian Ding in several wars.

The Immortal Emperor Antiquity was surprised. "Immortal Emperor Chu is the real guardian of the earth. He has slaughtered many people of the alien races and the Immortals. His strength shocked the starry sky. No Face just woke up a few days ago." The warrior looked at the torn and tattered No Face and sneered. "Don't you like to scold us? Can you scold me now?"

Eunho was expecting to face an arrogant Prince Minho, but instead he was faced with the dead corpse of one of his soldiers. He clenched his teeth in fury at the scene. The soldier’s head was cut off cleanly and blood was pooled beneath the body. He remembered the soldier happily talking about his wife and kids. He was constantly working hard to earn money for his family.

The stench smell of blood was all over the place. The special soldier led by Tyler rampaged. They killed anyone they see breathing. Pulled their guts out from their body, sliced their head and limbs off without blinking an eye. “Go get them all!” The blue alpha ordered. He was sitting on a bench while watching those around him plead for mercy. ‘Too bad… if I couldn’t kill the strongest then I’ll eradicate the weak first,’ he thought. His leisure time ended when he was pinned down on the ground. He felt a strong force pulling him from below. “Kid, don’t be too lax and think that you could easily sneak away after what you’ve done.”

Arguments happened—quiet and deep—about immortal sects or mushrooms (the only vegetable he reliably remembered to grow, apparently). She learned he didn’t laugh often, but when he did, it was open and unguarded, like it surprised him. She found out he’d been exiled—not officially, but in every way that mattered—because he refused to hide a cultivation discovery that could help rootless cultivators. He lost everything for that choice. She learned he knew about every bruise she’d had even without asking, because he paid attention, and checked in about them the way you talk about old injuries—not to poke, just to know which doors not to open carelessly. One night, sitting there, she realized sh

Charlie was crying from happiness, witnessing how lucky Cass was from that explosion. "I can't die, Charles. Even if you hit me with a brick, I won't die." Cass answered. "Stop joking! We are at war, anyone can die from this!" Charlie said. Cass stared at him and the crew. "I'm serious. I'm an immortal, and I'm 1,999 years old already." Charlie snickered. "You're joking again, Cass. That is good, you're well and you're trying to ease us up."

On the other side, the familiar sterile lights of the Dark Soldiers’ base corridor were visible. “You guys coming,” he asked, “or what?” Soldier Reyes, still pale from her vision, eyed the portal with deep suspicion. “Is that… thing safe?” Northstar’s smirk returned. “Yeah. You watch too many sci-fi movies. It’s just a shortcut.” Without waiting for a further answer, he stepped through the portal and vanished. After a moment’s hesitation, Elliot followed. Amy and the rest, with varying degrees of trepidation, stepped through after him.