Invincible Issue #65 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The Foundation, the enemy that had hunted June forever, was getting devoured. One soldier, gold stripe on his arm, stumbled toward her. He fell, helmet cracking. “Help... us,” he whispered. “The virus... it’s not ours. It’s them.” June hesitated. This guy had tried to steal her kid. But as a black tentacle wrapped around his leg, she pushed all that aside. She fired a bolt of golden heat and sliced the tentacle right through. “Dante, get him up!” she barked. “Are you kidding?” Dante said, but he bent down and grabbed the soldier’s hand anyway.

As the youth finished, he whipped out his phone and dialed a number. A dozen goons soon stormed in and surrounded Frank. Plum promptly cried out in warning, "Watch out! They're very powerful, and you must—" Before she finished, Frank bellowed at the goons, "Enough!" In an instant, the dozenish goons were knocked out by an invisible power! Both Plum and the youth were shocked. Those dozenish goons were Ascendant-ranked individuals and immune against guns, so how did that brat get so powerful?! Still, the youth soon recovered and charged at Frank excitedly. "I knew you were different, and I was right! Come on, kid—do that again, don't hold back!"

Victor, half his body stained with blood, changed to a new magazine and fired wildly, “All I know is… debts must be repaid! It’s a matter of course!” “Bang!” A sniper bullet struck Victor’s shoulder, he swayed violently and fell behind a container. “Boss!” “Hold on!” Victor roared through gritted teeth. Just as “Old Scar’s” mercenaries were about to rush onto the gangway, a wolf howl came from the entrance of the dock. “Roar—!” Jack, carrying Catherine, appeared in the center of the battlefield as if by teleportation. “It’s…it’s Jack Sterling!” “He’s here! Immortality has arrived!” The mercenaries’ eyes instantly turned bloodshot. They turned their guns and opened fire on Jack.

There were sixteen points left. He was already at extraordinary level 6. He felt that he needed to reach extraordinary level 8 to fight against Lucas, and he needed to be stronger to win. He needed to reach double the limit to defeat Justin. In that case, he should be lacking 1,500 points right now. That meant he needed to spend 150 billion dollars in 20 days to get to double the limit and then go to Red Flame Mercenaries to intimidate the newfound mob before leading them to attack Dark Cape.

The difference in the present attack and the previous attack was that they were all giving it their all their effort in the attack Michel the ‘Thunder Claw’ slashed forward rapidly with each strike powered by lightly blasting out creating thunder clashing sounds, splitting open the ground and leaving chasm as an after-effect It was as if the god of thunder descended on Earth, no doubts the outcome of receiving such attack would be devastating While Michel was attacking, the rest didn’t remain ideal ’Crazy Beach Alpha’ Stella vanished from her spot not by speed but by becoming invincible Her invincibility power granted her advantage in making a perfect ambush Lancelot, John, Fred, Ramos all t

The festive, golden morning light that had bathed the stone pathways suddenly felt cold, brittle, and sharp enough to snap. Six intruders stood at the edge of the dais, right inside the shattered iron perimeter gates. At the center of the group stood the man who had delivered the howl. He was tall,nearly as broad across the shoulders as I was,with thick, tawny hair pulled back into a messy tie and dark, predator eyes that swept over the crowd with supreme, sickening confidence. He wore a heavy leather jacket trimmed with dark fur, unzipped to reveal a chest laced with silver battle scars. Flanking him were two sharp-eyed women in light combat gear and three massive male warriors whose hands

I laughed, “You made a wrong move, King Warrick. You just gave the spear to me.” “No!!! I didn’t!” he’s now infuriated and his face reddened in anger. He screamed, and it echoed throughout the place, and all the demon beasts also screamed. A strong aura emits from their body and they get stronger. I could feel everyone’s heavy breathing and low energy. That’s because of fighting nonstop. I saw Invictus had already transformed to his original form. He is a dark giant three-headed snake with dark red big eyes. His left eye tinted with silvery red like Damona’s eyes. Two horns are attached to only one head in between, and its fangs are sharp and big. And he has thick scales. He roared so loud a

Well, shit. My first thought was to courier them back, so that I didn't have to come face to face with that guy. But the couriers didn't want to send something so expensive, in such a short distance. So I dug out his information from the public records and now, I was standing in front of the magnificent villa, pondering on the fact that I would have to face him again, contemplating, whether I should go inside or not. The word 'VICTORS' were curved on the iron gate beautifully in a neat cursive. A tall, stony statue of mammon stood proudly at one side and a giant lion on the other.

The Rank 6 Transcendent Being indifferently said to Lucas, "Brat, since you've killed my men, then you deserve to die!" As soon as he finished speaking, the Rank 6 Transcendent Being threw a punch at Lucas. In his view, it was impossible for Lucas to withstand his punch. The dozens of Gene Fighters behind the Rank 6 Transcendent Being also thought so. Unfortunately, they missed one point, that was, Lucas' strength. ... However, before the Rank 6 Transcendent Being's fist could land on Lucas' body, he was sent flying backward. The Rank 6 Transcendent Being fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were wide open for the first time in his life. And his face was twisted as if he had seen something t

she barked. The glass skimmed my temple, and warm liquid began trickling down my face, but they didn't even care. "Didn't you say that snake was highly venomous this morning? How did you detox your body so fast? Clara, I'm warning you, if you pull another stunt, don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're my daughter!" Mom stared at me. Her eyes were devoid of warmth, and her voice was cold as ice. My dad, Mateo Winton, stood up and shielded my adopted sister, Grace Winton, behind him. He was glaring at me in fury.