Legend Of The Supreme Soldier Novels & Stories

Alexander once said that if a high-grade soldier was armed with weapons that were created from high-grade exotics would be invincible. He was not wrong as this was proven countless times in battles and wars involving countries and organizations. The big 5 used their High-Grade Warriors in the Supremacy War to dominate. This was the main reason why they became winners within the war. Soldiers that had their breakthroughs would be categorized as high-grade warriors, while their normal counterparts were categorized as low-grade warriors or just normal soldiers. The Supremacy War was 50 years ago, this solidified the hierarchy between the soldiers.

"Not so tired now, right? Tell me what I want to know, and I'll make sure your dog gets good meat and bones every day." "You little brat. You've got a hundred tricks up your sleeve." Kurt shot her an annoyed look. "Just trying to survive out here." Hayley grinned. She took out Serum X again. "So what is this, really?" "It's the evolution serum used by Sovereign Legion soldiers." A complicated look flickered in Kurt's eyes. "How many soldiers does the Sovereign Legion have? Where's their headquarters? What's their average strength?" "You think I'd know that?" Kurt shot back coldly.

Ashton strode out of the room with Sally and Leon, who were visibly worried and shaken, by his side. He produced the Legion's Sigil that Lawrence had given him and said in an eerily calm manner, "By command of the Legion's deputy head, the Grim Reaper, we are to judge the guilty. Whoever stands in the way will be killed without mercy." "Kill without mercy!" "Kill without mercy!" At the sight of the Legion's Sigil, all one hundred soldiers and Neil answered in unison, their roar splitting the night. Leon kept swallowing hard. He took in the Northern Troops' banners whipping in the wind and the battle robes the men wore. His heart, which he'd thought was long dead, began pounding again. A fire

“Oh yeah? Well I'm not here to talk.” “I'm not interested in talking either, Danvers.” Saying that, without warning, the Supreme Leader raised his hand. A pulse of dark energy shot through the air, slamming into the ground between them. The shockwave sent both Liam and Blackthorn stumbling backward, their footing unstable on the cold floor. “You think you can defeat me?” The Supreme Leader’s voice was colder than ice. “You’re nothing but a little fly in my world.” Liam gritted his teeth, pushing himself up from the ground. His gaze locked onto the Supreme Leader, full of resolve. “I’m not leaving here without defeating you and taking the ring back.”

Then they swiftly and wordlessly climbed back to their horses, slowing their pace to a trot. "We can pick up speed when we reach the forest," one of them said. "What is your name, soldier?" Scarlett asked him, making Sunu catch up with his horse. "Xander," he replied, keeping his gaze fixed on the road. He didn't seem the talkative type. "May I ask you what you did back there with the dirt?" Scarlett asked. That elicited a reaction from the man, making him turn his head towards her. "That is how we say goodbye to fallen soldiers. It was our way to say goodbye to Queen Edda," he said with a solemn voice, and then made his horse trot faster, clearly bent on speeding away from Scarlett.

But not anymore. Just then, the room fell silent as the Supreme Alpha entered the room. The air was charged with anticipation as everyone turned to face him, waiting for him to begin the merriments. He was an imposing figure, with a tall and muscular build, and his hazel eyes seemed to see right through everyone in the room. There was something about him that made it impossible to look away, even though I felt a flicker of fear deep in my heart, as his imposing aura drew me close to him.

“By the way, Miguel. This is Annabelle, my only daughter and my youngest child. She’s on her third year. Dear, please pay respect to Lt. Luis Miguel Saavedra. He is a soldier, an officer at the camp.” “Good morning Sir,” the young lady greeted in a soft voice. She was stunned as he stood up and asked for her hand. She stared at his hand before reaching out hers. Their hands touched with a soft grip as they shook hands. She was like elated as she felt his, drawn up to her elbows. She immediately let go as if she was burnt. “Good morning. Nice to meet you, Annabelle,” the soldier greeted. His voice was so delightful to her ears. It brought another flutter to her body. She got more tensed so sh

I hope you all will enjoy yourselves this fine evening. Now I’ll ask for Private Foley and Private Massey to step out here.” The two-man in their ceremonial uniform appeared on the top of the stairs and came down. The General shook their hands and gave them their new ranks, as he called out for two more. The ranking of the ceremony went on in that tone as eight soldiers of different classes were coming and going. Everyone in the hall was clapping their hands for each one of the soldiers as they were given medals with their ranks. "And the last ones, First Lieutenant Vega and Captain O'Donnell approach down," The General called out.

He looked at his men. "Search him," Dominic commanded. "No!" I cried, stepping between them. "Dominic, stop. You don't want to do this. If Silas goes to the feds with what he knows—" "He won't be going anywhere," Dominic interrupted. He pulled a suppressed handgun from his coat and pointed it directly at Silas’s chest. "My father warned me that Silas was a 'wild card.' He told me that if the Ice King started to melt, I should break him. Give me the book, Silas. Now."

Big Ken was also a little surprised and whispered, "When did Gerald change bodyguards?" "That man must have received strict training, right?" Alex said in a daze, "Your eyes are very sharp." "Not bad, not bad. Young master, your abilities have improved again. Generally speaking, people who have received long-term professional training, such as soldiers, are different from ordinary people. A person with a unique vision can be distinguished by the other party's small movements. And the strong man's eyes, between resolute and resolute, also have a trace of coldness. If I'm not wrong, he has not only received training, but also received the baptism of actual combat tasks. In my opinion, he is si