Intercessor Kill Team Novels & Stories

Super Catherine, is this going to be okay? Catherine glanced at her with a faint and cold look. She looked incomparably calm. "Let's take a look first." There were only four positions in the game team. To facilitate better viewing for the rest of the club members, Franco projected his phone onto the large screen. As soon as the players of the esports club got online, the Penny Team sent out an invitation to apply for a rivalry match. They chose the entertainment mode, team killing! The rules were simple. The team members could resurrect an unlimited number of times, and whichever team's one member got 16 kills first, the team would be considered the winner.

“We request that you send a team of assassins after the boy. Amalgamation is weakened and breached. This is the best chance to get a few of our men in to do the job. I know that this is risky, but we can send the Death Squad after him. They will take their lives to ensure that they take his.” Elder Miriam’s words sent a chill down the spines of most of the Elders. The Death Squad was a team of strong warriors who reported directly to Elder Miriam. They were her life’s blood and evidence of her greatest investment. They fought like people possessed and knew no fear. They had been trained in espionage, and were resistant to every form of torture in the world. Each of them had no tongues so one

They weren't bluffing. I showed the Council. "You have seventy-three kill teams positioned?" "Ninety-two actually," Henrik said. "We're thorough. But Hope, we don't want to use them. We want you to lead. To accept Marcus's legacy. To become what you were meant to be."

Keagan raised his hand and made a chopping gesture to cut the photograph that could cut through a tree into two halves. Atticus’ gaze changed slightly. “No wonder all the agents I sent over previously were killed. So, it’s because a master-level powerhouse protects you. “I was wondering how the captain of Team Azure Dracon could take out all of them. “It makes total sense if it’s a master-level powerhouse. Their deaths are justified.” Keagan sneered coldly. “You’re a master just like me, so I believe that you’re not a nobody. My name is Keagan Yale. How about you?”

"I have a reputation for getting my teams killed. It's not intentional, but after ninety-nine years, word gets around." "Great," I said. "So we're the reject team that nobody wants." "Pretty much." The bus began to slow. Through the fog, I could see shapes moving. Other deadies were already gathering, forming groups, strategizing. They looked experienced, the kind of people who'd survived multiple rounds and knew exactly what they were doing. We were so fucked up. The doors hissed open. Axel stood first, stretching. "Stay close. Don't talk to anyone unless I say so. And whatever you do, don't look desperate. Desperate teams get used as bait."

The strength of Kapres are supernatural and a fall like that would not be enough to kill it. He jumped on the top of the giant and began striking at its shaven skull. Blood sprayed in every strike. The Kapre wrestled weakly, but the human's bloodthirst was demon-like. It was unstoppable. Lukas turned away from the killing and aimed around the trees. He saw multiple cultists on the ground, dead. Francis' team were continually fighting the other cultists. He gazed back at the trees above and noticed no activity. Sergeant Alice's team were a few paces behind his, engaging the other belligerents near them.

The cause of this discrepancy was the appearance of a team called “The Breakers.” This team, a combined force from various immortal regions, was sent to the depths of Spirit Peak to uncover the true method by which daemons arrived in this world. Their goal was to find and destroy any portal, even if it meant sacrificing their lives. This plan was the only solution agreed upon by the higher-ups of the immortals. Essentially, it was a suicide squad. Unfortunately, this squad was not part of Adrian’s plan.

At least I could get some rest on the Firmament, maybe get some practice in with whatever new mech I was given to replace my Prowler. But Mallet wasn't finished. "Each team will contain three members and a commanding officer. Team one, under Martin Telbus, consists of Warren Mathis, Troy Nichols, and Sylvia Braham. They will be guarding the perimeter around the city." I was only half listening. Instead, I was thinking of which mech I hoped I would be assigned. None of them could fully replace a Prowler, but a few could come close. I wanted something Russian or German, with plasma weapons.

Noticing that, the two commentators instantly hurled insults at Team QPG. “There, there. I think Team QPG shouldn’t try to challenge Team IM. Kassadin is on fleek, dude! They should try to avoid Team IM and not think of fighting Baron anymore.” “Yes, I agree with you. Team QPG lacks equipment now. Though Xyla and Alex are doing a pretty good job so far, Team QPG is no match for Team IM.” However, just when the commenters finished their sentences, Xyla weaved through the enemies and killed the opposing team’s Kassadin at once.

He paused and made sure no one spoke, "They have terrorized the city and its people for too long. Today we draw a line in the sand that says, your kind isn't welcome anymore." The bikers raised their fists and shouted. A few fired off a couple of shots from their pistols. Warren crossed his arms and waited for Zealot to finish. "Now we are going to divide into three teams. Team One will be with me and breach from the front, team two will take the back, and team three will watch their hogs to prevent escape."