Justice League: A League Of One の小説・ストーリー

Dustin turned around and eyed the middle-aged man and those around him with a raised eyebrow. The man carried himself differently. He was exceptional amid typical fighters. Those standing around him were unusually powerful as well. They had to be special. “Who are you?” Dustin asked icily. “I am Zion Larson, the branch leader of the Martial League in Grayvale!” the middle-aged man said.

He squinted and said, “I forgot to tell you. “The guy named Lebron that you sent to kill me has been captured by me. He even revealed many of your hidden cards to me just to survive. “For example, you have a personal bodyguard named Kuroda Taro from Island Nation with you. But he should be on the way to stop Rachel Hardy right now, correct? “After all, Justin Walker will have the greatest chance of winning in the ring tonight if only Rachel is seriously injured, right?” Lucas’ complexion changed drastically and then turned grim. “Another example, you still have nearly a hundred gunmen under you. However, these gunmen had only listened to you and Lebron’s orders. “Let’s say if Lebron called t

But it was his smile — calm, satisfied, cruel — that made the warriors tense even more. “Well, well,” Joaquin said, descending the stairs like he had all the time in the world. “The mighty Alpha Lavigne, finally lowering himself to our soil.” Lucas’s eyes were burning. “Don’t play with me, Joaquin.” “Play?” Joaquin feigned innocence. “No, no, I wouldn’t call this play. This is justice. Long overdue.” Lucas took a step forward — several of the Solmere wolves growled instantly.

None of them looked friendly. They were the reason Joanna was being vague. Immediately on high alert, I bared my fangs. "It's okay, Jasmine," she said. "These are my warriors. We call ourselves the League of Huntsmen." I'd heard that name once before and recently. In the dream with Laeddin where the Unknowns spoke about me. The Unknowns made it seem like the League of Huntsmen would work against me. And if the League was real, then it stood to reason the Unknowns really were holding Laeddin captive. I swallowed down my anxieties. "Hello," I said, my voice hoarse, and clenched my hands into fists. The Unknowns loved to lie and to play tricks. Creatures of Earth, specifically supernatural crea

Elara shouted, her voice lost in the surge of the crowd's cheers. Julian didn't flinch. He didn't even look at her. He simply tapped his stick on the ice—clack, clack, clack—the universal signal for the puck to drop. "He’s been 'Hard-Wired' for the League," Rhys’s voice crackled in their collars. "He’s the 'Apex-Asset.' To him, you aren't teammates. You’re the Opening-Act Opponents. And in the Sovereign League, the losers don't get a 'Game Over' screen. They get Disassembled."