Kratos Black Bear Armor 소설 & 이야기

The next second, they slipped from his fingers and hit the floor. There, in the fading sunset light, a black steel behemoth rolled through the gate—even bigger than before, even more menacing. It was longer. Taller. Covered in scales of reactive armor. And on its roof, a turret slowly rotated—the thick barrel gleaming with a cold, deadly light in the dying sun. Behind it... No Keith pickup. No Wolf Pack bikes. Nothing. "Shit..." Brady's legs went weak. Only an idiot wouldn't be able to put it together. Keith and his men were all dead.

"Wolves of the Blackthorn Valley!" Sharon Bloodclaw stepped out onto the high stone ledge, his massive, scarred frame draped in the heavy fur of a mountain bear. His hair was long, matted with grease and iron dust, his face twisted into an arrogant, triumphant grin as he lifted a massive, two-handed battleaxe over his head.

His dark gray waterproof leather armor gleamed with rainwater, and I could see the Stormfang Pack wolf crest pinned prominently to his left chest. But what made me smile despite everything was what he held in his right hand—a black thermos decorated with cartoon wolf paw prints that completely clashed with his intimidating Alpha status. The rain had started suddenly, and he was soaked through just like everyone else. But while other people were running for cover or cursing the weather, Garrett stood perfectly still, carefully protecting the thermos in his hands. He held it close to his chest, not letting any rainwater splash onto it. As I got closer, more details became clear. His clothes we

"A grizzly bear doesn't move fast enough to dodge bullets." "Oh, it didn't dodge them," Crane smiled, pointing a gloved finger at the mud. "I found flattened silver slugs in the dirt. The guards hit the target multiple times. The bullets simply bounced off. Whatever this beast is made of, it is highly resistant to standard ballistic trauma. And it is fast. Blindingly fast." Silence fell over the small group. The heavy rain pattered loudly against the metal roof. Processing the analyst's words, a cold dread began to settle deep in my gut. We had absolutely zero information on a beast like this. Nothing in the pack archives mentioned a bulletproof, nine-foot monster that could crush a Lycan's

*Roar* With a mighty roar that shook the heavens and distorted space, a black light engulfed General Siwa. Her head was soon covered by a black helmet, displaying only her beautiful eyes. Her entire body soon welcomed the sweet hug of a black armour that held her so tightly that it was difficult to perceive any gaps or creeks. Her arms were covered by two large guantlets complete with pitch black gloves! On the gloves were two sigils. One was the image of a pouncing white panther with blood red eyes. The other was that of a red star.

His movements were a little clumsy, but filled with utmost seriousness. “The Bear Clan is much colder than Blood Moon Pack, with huge temperature swings,” he said, picking up a windproof jacket and continuing to fold it. “You need to bring proper cold-weather gear. I had heating insoles added to your boots. All the frostbite ointment is in the side mesh pocket.” I paused my document-checking and stared at his busy back. He was wearing a simple gray home T-shirt today. His broad shoulders stretched the fabric, revealing firm, powerful lines.

Wherever they passed, the black-clothed men met a miserable end, as if the autumn wind was sweeping away fallen leaves. Even if they were separated from each other by the men in black, the fighting ability of the members of the Polar Bear Army was no weaker than that of the men in black on the opposite side. Under the secret special training of Samuel and the protection of the Golden Armor, almost every member could fight against hundreds of enemies. Especially with the help of strange beasts, it was difficult for the opponents to get close to them at all. In this way, although there was a huge disadvantage in numbers, the Polar Bear Army actually completed the sniping on all sides without a

She looked around and activated the mic, “All clear.” “Two agents are on their way,” she heard the boss say. Vicky cleared her throat and opened the door to be welcomed by the sound of the medical devices connected to the patient’s body. She pressed her lips when she saw Black Tiger lying on the bed. His naked torso was covered with scars and bruises. Bandages were around his chest, where he was shot. Vicky felt sad even though she and the mysterious agent have never shared a conversation. Black Tiger is someone calm, almost invisible, but his presence is very strong among them. He doesn’t need words to prove to the agents that he’s the best of all of them.

Opposite him was a completely black figure. The other party was wearing a set of black hard armor. An evil light was shining and flowing unceasingly. The enormous black scorpion tail on its back was like a demonic whip. As it was swung, the sharp poison hook was sufficient to capture one's life... "Black Scorpion King, are you crazy?" The King of Beasts let out a mad roar. From this tone, it was obvious that the King of Beasts knew it.

His smile widens and accepts it. “You’re too young in this kind of job. You’ll still have many things to learn. Nice to meet you too, Miko. You can call me JD-hyung.” He said as we shake hands. Then he looked at Aikon-hyung. He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.”