Novel & Cerita Mech X3

I caught a glimpse of silver through the smog and my breath caught in my throat. Long, angular legs, leading up to a stout, almost bird-like body. Three cylindrical weapons jutted out of the right side of the mech's silvery armour, and an angular shield flanked the right side of its body like the wing of a dove. A mighty Korean mech, the Xiezhi, stood before us. It seemed that my past had caught up with me at last. "You've got to be joking," Commander Telbus muttered. I tapped a button on my headset, switching my comms to an open broadcast. It didn't matter that the Americans would hear me, as we'd long since lost the element of surprise.

She must have lots of money, I thought… After 3 minutes of waiting, a young man and his driver's head in the direction of this pretty-looking car. The driver held the car open for the young man to enter. Damn, I've never seen a man so beautiful. The young man looked terrifying but tall and handsome. He had dark, shiny, and full hair. His eyes were blue, almond-shaped, and had a radiant sparkle. His wrestler's shoulder perfectly complemented his Spartan physique. His movement was tiger-like. It seemed like he possessed a latent, leonine power or he was filled with purpose and authority.

- [Mech Form: Third Evolution (20 meters)] [Mech Level: 50] [Weight: 53 tons] [Combat Power: 2655] [Strength: 18.5 tons] [Speed: 20 m/s] [Type: Medium-weight Melee] [Engine: Electromagnetic Range-Extender Engine (Legendary)] [Equipment: Ultra-Energy Solar Sword (Epic), Alloy Defensive Armor (Excellent), Multi-Point Continuous Thrusters (Excellent), Hundred Battle Core (Epic), Detection Core (Legendary), Assault Core (Epic), Gale Core (Epic), Freezing Funnel Tier 1 (Epic)]

I patted his back and settled down next to him. Xan is a portable hacking machine. You request someone's location or their secret wealth they've hidden and kept under different names in the bank and he'll get them to you within five seconds. He just needs a laptop. "I'm creating some new hacking softwares which I'll sell you for billions." "I have purchased enough from you. I don't think I'd need anything new for now." "You'll regret your words once it's ready, asshole." "We'll see." I said and watched him type with the fierceness that one shows on piano keys. His fingers were literally dancing on the keyboard without causing a mistake. "Where are others?"

Or rather, one decided to stay in the other’s room for the night. “How’s your breathing?” Mordecai asked his ward. “Better.” Xander grins. “I told you, I’m feeling fine, the air here is so much fresher than the Capital’s and the exercise is doing me good!” “But your blood pressure is a bit high, and your temperature...”

Mikahali apologized, trying to pull away when he saw my pain but I stopped him by hugging him. "Continue please, fuck me hard," I whispered into his ear as I moved, riding him. Mikahali grunted in pleasure as he wrapped his hands around my waist and thrust into me from underneath. Soon the pain faded and all that flowed in my head was pleasure as I chanted his name, loving the feel of his dick inside my pussy. He was so warm and hot at the same time. "Yes, ride me baby." He kissed me, our tongues moving against one another as he squeezed my ass.

"I need to go and check, okay? I'll be right back!" "NO please for once you have to listen to me..." She pleadingly uttered. "Trust me!" he said, maintaining a determination to see who in front of their car. Xavier went near the driver, and people with guns came out of nowhere. "WHO ARE YOU!"

He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground “Three days from now a metal vein will appear at this spot, weapons forged from it will be capable of killing them.” He added with a smile, he then pointed the finger at Amelia and another drop of god-blood flew from it and landed on her forehead before assimilating into her body and then her soul. Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body.

With a rapid succession of punches, machine oil spilled from Number Three's form as his flaws were exposed and exploited. "Oooh!" Number Three contorted under the onslaught, emitting black smoke as his internal components sustained severe damage. Despite the horde of cyborgs, none could intervene. They were too feeble to impede Alexander's onslaught and were relegated to mere spectators.

The Mech stumbled, its leg locking up. Jack didn't stop. He rolled forward, ignoring the agony in his hip, and grabbed the Mech's ankle with his Entropy Hand. He poured everything he had into it. Every ounce of pain, every drop of rage. Decay. The metal of the Mech's leg didn't just rust; it aged. The alloy became brittle, the molecular bonds snapping. The Mech took a step, and its leg shattered into dust. The massive machine toppled over, crashing face-first into the floor. The pilot screamed as the cockpit crumpled.