Keel Shield Hero Novels & Stories

Connected us. What if we used it again? Not just as defense. As a weapon. Through the bond: Kael. Your blood. My seal. Together. What? Trust me. I dropped my Moonbane shields. Seraphine's attack lanced toward me. It would have killed me. Kael appeared between us. Took the hit. Dark magic tore into his shoulder. He collapsed. Shifted back to human. “NO!” I ran to him. Dropped to my knees. Pressed my hands to the wound.

All that could be seen was that the shield was covered in golden carvings. The Royal Heaven Shield was an ultimate skill of the Godly Region royals, only used for emergencies. Prince Auten would not be able to take the power of the arrow, and had no choice but to use it. The arrow struck the shield harshly, letting out a deafening sound. It turned into a molten flame, before disappearing into the air slowly. The Royal Heaven Shield, too, was slightly cracked from the impact, but did not shatter. It was obvious that Prince Auten had gotten the upper hand this time.

Before I could answer, a sharp whistle from the high ridge cut through the quiet of the battlefield. Kaelen descended the stone steps of the gatehouse in a dead sprint, her twin daggers sheared and her tactical coat torn at the shoulder from the final skirmish near the defensive wall. Behind her, three of her top scout-vanguards carried a heavily bound prisoner between them. It was the Southern shield-captain. His ornate silver armor was cracked and blackened from my violet lightning, his helmet missing, and his face a mask of sheer, unadulterated terror as his eyes darted from the monstrous black wolf-tracks in the snow to the glowing bracer on my arm.

The first one crashed through the roof of Grand Central Terminal. "Marcus! East River approach! Katherine, take the high ground!" Jack shouted over the tactical channel, rocketing off the observation deck on his armor's thrusters. The cold night air hit his face as he descended toward the destruction. Marcus was already moving. The Shield Guardian leaped from the tower's mid-level launch bay, his golden shield expanded to its maximum diameter, and slammed into the street-level approach like a human meteor. Two Null Beasts that had been crawling up Park Avenue hit his kinetic barrier and bounced backward, their unrendered bodies rippling with displaced energy.

He stood like a King guarding a tomb. THWIP. A silver-tipped arrow whistled through the night, aimed for my chest. Kael moved. No shift—he couldn't—but he threw his weight into me. He shoved me behind a basalt pillar and took the hit. The arrow buried itself in his thigh with a sickening shunk. “Kael!” I grabbed his tactical vest, hauling him behind the stone. “Don’t… look.” He wheezed. His face was the color of old ash. He reached down and snapped the shaft, teeth grinding until I heard enamel crack. “Told you. I'm the shield. Go to the APC. Take the boy’s rock. Run.”

A second later, a thick shield appeared from above. Gale stared, "A bulletproof shield?" Reiner smiled at the young man, "Exactly. You're smart, kid." Receiving praise from a Ground War Commander like Reiner Anderson warmed Gale's heart instantly. It meant a lot to him. "This shield can withstand attacks from all types of bullets. So, even if there are snipers outside, the bullets won't be able to penetrate it," Reiner explained. Kharel was stunned but didn't have time to ask any questions, even though the young man really wanted to.

Near the fountain, leaning against it, was a large metal shield, this being large enough to cover the entire body of a person. This was Keil's battle gear, heavily enchanted Mithryl plate armor, two powerful magic swords (the second being one of the castle's treasures), and a shield so strong that even the direct hit of a tank shot could not. penetrate it. Being close enough, Keil bows slightly in greeting before speaking "We are ready sir. What will our orders be?" Zark's intentions were simple, he wanted to explore the areas near the castle in search of any trace of civilization, for this reason he decided to form a small expedition team with the minimum necessary for the task.

On a closer look, one could see the shield had the shape of a turtle shell: it was a huge golden turtle shell. The incoming person was Gilbert Henderson. The tactician, Eleanor, did not come along because her cultivation was not as great as the two principals. Facing the mighty demon tribe army, she would only be as delicate as a fresh flower. She would only be a burden to the two principals even if she came over. After that, Gilbert held up the golden turtle shell shield and blocked off waves of attacks. Meanwhile, Charles, who was hiding behind the shield, controlled the God-Slaying Dagger with his mind and ruthlessly slaughtered the demon tribe, taking the demons’ lives one after another.

Kevin waved his sword and hit it on the ground, causing a blue light to activate and sending blasts of air waves which shoved Kyle off his feet brutally. The guns fell from Kyle's hands and landed at the feet of the Tifex. Aiden used his smallest finger to send ice spiralling towards Kyle, freezing him in that position. Guards hurriedly carried Kyle away. They were going to take him to anger management class. But first to a rehabilitation home. The one hero league established. Hero-Z Uplin. Yeah. Funny name. Kevin stood straight and rolled his eyes. 'Kids of these days are dumb, honestly. When I was their age I remember--'

It wasn't the polite applause of the South; it was the raw, guttural howl of the North mixed with the desperate cheers of the freed humans of the Spire. But I didn't speak first. Kaelen stepped forward. This was his moment. The man who had been a hollowed shell was now the High Shield of the United Pack. He stood at the edge of the stage, his violet eyes scanning the crowd. He looked at the miners he had worked beside, the soldiers he had led, and the sister he had saved.