Legendary Armament Canon Novels & Stories

The air suddenly turned freezing cold. The forest surrounding the temple fell silent. Then... They appeared. Thousands upon thousands of armored warriors emerged from the mist. Unlike the Shadow Legion, they made no sound. Their armor was black as obsidian. Their eyes burned with empty blue fire. Each carried an ancient weapon etched with forgotten symbols. Liam swallowed hard. "They're dead..." Orion nodded grimly. "The Fallen Legion." "The greatest army ever assembled." "They were buried after the First Age." Magnus tightened his grip on his axe.

He punched in a code. The panel slid open, revealing an armory. "If you're going to start an inter-dimensional war," Cyprian said, pulling out a high-tech assault rifle and tossing it to Modern Vespera, "don't do it empty-handed." He grabbed a broadsword from the wall and tossed it to Fantasy Vespera. "For the magic one." He tossed a box of ammo to Mafia Vespera. "For the loud one." He tossed a battery pack to Cyberpunk Vespera. "For the robot one."

Diana raised her eyebrows and in an irritated voice she asked," So, may I know that important topic?" "Yes," Aarnik replied and got up. ' So, he has thought of the topic in seconds. Bravo man! Just don't let me die so soon. I still have to get a girlfriend.' Marcus mumbled, feeling nervous. "We were discussing the recent incident which happened in the military academy. Some rogues took away two armours from there which were new editions and one of its kind. Now that they have known about our new armour, they'll make it more advanced. So,we have to make more powerful armour and make it unique. So that we can overcome the traitor enemies' attack."

The girl, who prided and found pleasure in coning sugar daddies with her late boyfriend. The fifteenth law of power…All great leaders since Moses have known that a feared enemy must be crushed completely, if one amber is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders a fire will eventually break out. More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation. The enemy will recover and will seek revenge. Crush him, not only in body but in spirit.

"He jumped and cut it right off. Impossible. That's impossible! The whole armor is made from indestructible, reinforced alloy steel. A simple sword shouldn't have been enough to cut through it!" I watch from a distance as the knight lands on his feet after cutting the launcher off. He stares at the fallen launcher. "You will regret that with your life," I yell. With my power, I told my armor to use the energy cannon. The armor listens to me and raises its arm. The arm opens up and reveals my newest invention; the DXH-L cannon. Immediately, the cannon gathers up power. It starts to glow red as it powers up. The knight must know just how powerful the DXH-L cannon is. He gets up from his knees

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”

She asked. “Yes mam, but the range is reduced.” “So you’ll need to channel more arcane energy into the weapon for it to reach full range?” “Yes mam, it can reach a two hundred yard distance. But the recoil is enough to shatter your arm and the rod.” Likaya marveled at the tool, a simple blastarm that modified to devastate targets that went far beyond the basic power of a rod. A testament to the runic knowledge of her second in command.

The cannons separated themselves from his waist combining into a massive twin-barrelled cannon called the Dragon Tempestor cannon. He pulled the trigger and the cannons unleashed a powerful stream of blue and red concentrated plasmatic energy down the beast’s throat the creature grumbled in great pain as the beast bled. The blood of the beast splashed around the sea as it caught into his leg boosters and backpack slowly melting the Bio-Xerrohmite armor. Though the beast had bled the danger was far from over as the sea began to shake Kent saw the sudden shift in the beast’s movements as it slowly closed its jaws upon them.

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"I can stand. I can kill." "Good." Jack pointed to the heavy assault cannon Marcus had carried out of the armory. It was a 'Hellfire' portable railgun, designed to take down tanks. "That thing still work?" "It has three shots left," Marcus checked the charge. "We only need one." Jack hit the button to lower the rear ramp. The wind roared into the cabin, a deafening gale that threatened to suck them all out. The ocean below was a churning cauldron of white foam.