Legendary Armament Canon Novels & Stories

The paper burns away into cherry-blossom embers. Seras drops her papanasi. Seras (eyes huge, glowing): “My dad wants to meet me. And apparently give me magic armor.” Lucian’s wings flicker half-visible, thunder rumbling in his chest with excitement. Lucian: “The Armor of Inferno hasn’t been worn since the Sengoku period. Legends say it only answers to fire that can burn the gods themselves.” Remy looks at me. Remy: “Road trip to Japan?” Celeste (already pulling out my phone):

His expressionless gaze looked over to Ethan, letting his gaze pierce him. “Heh heh heh… Brother Maxim, Brother Albert, humor me. No one said you couldn’t use weapons during the matches. Chimera Armor’s a type of weapon no? Doesn’t that mean it’ll be allowed?” the man replied. “How dare you!” This was a shameful statement, one which only those without dignity would dare say. Everyone was stirred. Chimera Armor was a prized possession of Horizon Peak, with many storied histories to its name. It is a legendary item. Legend has it that the armor was made from the scales of a Lesser Chimera itself, with many mystical runes to complement it. Lesser Chimeras, being descendants of the legendary Ch

As the Xiezhi's silver armour shattered like glass and the mech buckled, I reached my first target, one of the Legions with a lightning weapon. "More of those lightning things?" I snapped. "Those things hurt!" "They're called static cannons," Alyx offered. Her Lynx had taken a beating but was still operational, peppering the heavy armour of a distant Legion with shell after shell. "Move fast and they can't hit you!" Kedrick added. "They're lousy at tracking targets!" Kitt's Valkyrie was largely undamaged and ran near the front of the pack, just behind Martin. "Moving fast," I grinned, "is my specialty."

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

Arthur, the Eighth Brother. He looked like a man who had spent his life building bridges of steel while his brothers built bridges of starlight. He carried a cane topped with a simple silver wolf’s head, and behind him stood a legion of soldiers in "Null-Armor"—suits designed to absorb kinetic energy and ground it into the earth.

He thought. She bore the gangland tattoos of the Moreno Tribals; a blazing skull lying on the a street. Her head had the basic neural implants, while her hands were covered in dermal armor. Nothing unique for spiredeck youths, but it was the gun that gave him pause. A bullet landed on his shield, prompting the Arbiter back into the fight. He fired back and resumed his investigation. The weapon, the dead gangster once carried was a laser rifle, an Azhdaya. A Russian weapon, it was built for the battlefield and favored by spacefarers from the Centauri worlds. Rare even in this city. Since there were cheaper guns that did the job.

“What a disappointment.” The two women helped each other up. Halle wiped the blood from her mouth and said indifferently, “Is that so? You’re done for.” Arthur frowned and looked behind at Andrius. Then, he saw a terrifying giant cannon aimed directly at him. The Doom Cannon had fully formed! It was a dazzling giant cannon that would bring disaster and destruction. Its huge caliber and dazzling light made Arthur freeze in place instantly. Although he had full confidence in his strength now, he could not afford to be careless when faced with such a weapon of mass destruction.

I could feel his wolf pacing just beneath his skin, demanding blood, demanding to shift, demanding to hunt. The armory was in the basement, behind a vault door that required both his palm print and a retinal scan. The lights came on automatically as we entered, revealing rows of weapons that gleamed under the harsh fluorescents. Silver-edged blades. Custom rifles loaded with wolfsbane-tipped rounds. Body armor that looked like it could stop a charging Alpha. Communication earpieces so small they were almost invisible.

"I am only here to help since I sensed the smell of blood. Forgive me if I have frightened you." Summoning his godly weapon, the thyrsus, would not guarantee his safety from the swiftness of a bow and arrow. Serious wounds and injury would do him no good, even if he's a god, for it'll require him ambrosia, the heavenly food of the gods, for him to recover.

"I tried to imitate the same weapon that I had in my dream, luckily the goddess drew it well, this is the cannons but this is the Artillery Battery, a weapon that can massively destruct the modern society, however it can also be dispelled." That shocked them, it was hard to process everything but they are trying. "How? " Both of them asked worriedly. "Upgrade our own technology, I believe the advancement is nor necessary so we have to stick with our own weaponry, the goddess will upgrade them all, I have enough officiancy, the only thing the army had to do is to keep on training themselves to max out the level, " thats true, maxing the level can also help them, because no matter how dangerou