Novel & Cerita Justicar Grey Knight

There was a pin-drop silence. The subordinates who waved their arms and shouted about killing Cirocco were all looking with their eyes widened in shock. They could not believe what they just saw. Was Cirocco even human? That was too terrifying! He sent Grayson flying with just a single punch! Grayson was a top fighter of God of War caliber. He was the strongest in the Whistleblowers, yet the man across from him sent him flying so easily. Not only was Grayson's arm shattered, but the stone statue was shattered as well.

As he did, he lashed out with a kick, not at the creature's body, but at its leg. His boot connected with a solid, metallic thud. It was like kicking a steel girder. A jolt of pain shot up his leg, but the Grey Man didn't even flinch. It simply reset its stance, its programming recalculating. These things weren't just armored; they were cybernetically augmented, their skeletons reinforced with some unknown alloy. The second Grey Man attacked from the flank, its hand shaped into a rigid spear, aimed at Jack’s already injured ribs. It was a classic pincer movement. They weren't trying to outfight him; they were herding him. Herding him into the sniper's kill-zone.

“Ronnie will get mad at me!” “I-I didn’t mean to do it,” reasoned a flustered Jude. “You kept taking the gun away from me and ended up shooting him!” While the two were bickering on whose fault it was and who should take the blame, Gray commanded her legs to move. Glancing at Undertaker behind her, he had already turned pale. His face was frozen as he stood still with his bloodied hand still in his chest. Even as Gray slowly inched away from the door, he didn’t follow her with his eyes. Maybe he couldn’t.

He simply leaned over the edge, his thermal goggles glowing a malevolent, electronic green. "Target confirmed," a voice boomed—deep, organic, and devoid of a respirator’s filter. "The Anomaly and the Defector. Initiating physical reclamation." The Justiciar didn't drop into the hole. He raised a heavy-caliber rifle, the barrel glowing with a sickly, necrotic violet light. He aimed directly at Leo’s chest. "Papa!" Leo shrieked. Kael moved. He didn't have his wolf to propel him anymore, only the frantic, terminal momentum of a father. He lunged across the narrow space, his human body colliding with Leo, shoving the boy into the deepest shadow of the lead-lined corner.

started. “Then take me with you,” he said as he dropped to one knee, shocking us by stopping in front of us. “I, Vincent Andrew Ricci, hereby swear my allegiance to the protection detail of the sole remaining white wolf, Ellie Grayson. I promise to protect her with my life for the rest of my days.”

“Where the hell do you think you’re going to go?” Anywhere. The knights were clustering around Gray, and he shoved through them to walk after me. Letting me run. I knew why. Gray’s favorite method of hunting was to let an animal run. Keep it in range, but let it run until it exhausts itself then take it on at close range. He’d found attacking the beasts with a dagger after running them down far more sporting that piercing them with an arrow. And that was clearly what he was doing to me now.

Jeremiah became curious; he decided to cancel his purchase and went to see what happened. He came into the crowd and saw some knights with silver armors were having a heated argument with another knight who wore a leather-black armor. Jeremiah observed the black knight carefully; he had black silky hair, white smooth skin, and hazel eyes. Jeremiah realized that, except for the knight muscly figure, they shared similar physical features. ‘Is the black knight an omega, like me?’ He wondered. ‘Yes, you’re right, boy,’ Armadale added, ‘and judging by his armor, he’s a Paltiti’s paladin.’

Only the black hair that was sliding under his helmet and reaching the person's waist stood out to Zikk. And these two were giving him indications of danger. His senses told him that these two persons were a threat to him. The one that resembled a barbarian was issuing modest cautions, but the armoured knight was giving him goosebumps. Zikk was in disbelief. He was a grand knight. Ascending to the sixth circle of A-rank was a criterion for grand knight status. Furthermore, he was a 7th-circle grand knight rather than a 6th-circle grand knight. Nonetheless, in such a barren city, this ordinary-looking knight was sending a deadly signal to his body.

They found out that, they got extra strength from the mana that Kian shared. The shadow knights are showing their powers. Myron is throwing wind blades to those who tried to go near him. "Fuck, Myron! You almost hit me!" Sean whined while using his telekinesis throwing the enemies away. "Sorry! But don't worry, only the enemies are going to get hit." Myron replied. A sudden earthquake happened when Neo smashed the ground with his fists. "Uh, guys, can you focus?" he said. Jax and Dominic are busy fighting with some rogues in their wolf form. Jax's wolf is golden brown while Dom's has a mix of grey. On the other hand, Theo is fighting his brother.

He as with a smirk. "It hurt like hell, boss! Please, spare my life..." "I wish I can but you know the wages of sin is death, dear Jade." Gray muttered wearing a feigned expression. "Rest on in pieces..." Grayson shot Jade multiple times on his head, stomach and chest till he felt he is satisfied. "Fuckin’ little thief! I despise thieves and he know that but decided to steal from me..." Gray muttered to him self in a loud snorts. He turned to the guy before him. "Dispose his body in the sea, if he is lucky his body will decomposed with out being swallowed by the shark..." Gray said with no human emotion in his voice.