Light Armor Trainer Oblivion Novels & Stories

He asked sarcastically, "But what does that have to do with me? Also, you said something about Wearson Valley and Light Armor. What do these things have to do with me?" The Black Bishop seemed shocked and responded, "You knew about Light Valley, and you have the Light Gloves. The Light Armor has finally appeared. Shouldn't you be happy about that? The Light Armor is from the middle dimension, after all. It's an armor created by the power of the universe's law from the middle dimension. It's almost impervious to all damage from the lower dimension. If you have the Light Armor, that's akin to gaining invincibility. No one can defeat you."

She must be projecting my past self—alone and helpless—onto the Kramer sisters. I composed myself and said slowly, "Alright. The zombies right now are all low-level. Their movement and strength are about the same as a normal person’s. This is actually a good opportunity for everyone to get some real experience. Brother Cassian has been training us for a while, so let's treat today as live combat training to adapt to the apocalypse." Inside the garage, two Dongfeng Mengshi trucks were parked quietly. Next to them, an unlicensed Paramount Marauder stood like an imposing iron beast, radiating power.

The heavy steel door swung open, and the warm, humid air of the Southern valley rushed into the cabin, immediately clashing against Kaelen's suffocating heat. I stepped out onto the shattered cobblestone lawn. The sight before me was an absolute fortress of steel. Fifty Southern enforcers dressed in black tactical armor stood in a tight, flawless perimeter around our vehicle, their silver-infused rifles raised and locked onto my silhouette. Standing in the center of the line, his charcoal coat torn and stained with dark Lycan blood, was Tristan.