Mech X4 Novels & Stories

- [Mech Form: Fourth Evolution (25 meters)] [Mech Level: 80] [Weight: 78 tons] [Combat Power: 5050] [Strength: 100 tons] [Speed: 25 m/s] [Type: Medium-weight melee] [Engine: Electromagnetic Range-Extender Engine (Legendary)] [Equipment: Pulse Halberd +6 (Legendary), Vacuum Energy Barrier (Legendary), Titanium Alloy Defensive Armor (Epic), Multi-Point Continuous Thrusters (Excellent), Hundred Battle Core (Epic), Detection Core (Legendary), Assault Core (Epic), Gale Core (Epic), Freezing Funnel Tier 1 (Epic)] [Skill(s): Overdrive Combat Power Enhancement (Legendary), Death Laser, Extreme Thunder Blast] - "Over 5,000 combat power already!"

The only thing left is the weakness she's still feeling. We came down from the truck with me grabbing my lucky axe and my backpack. I tucked my Beretta into my belt and got my axe ready in hand. I saw Austin arming himself with his Kimber Custom TLE II (EM) 1911 pistol and a blade he produced from his backpack. Clara took her katana from the back of the truck and used it to support herself as she walked .

Xavier smiled to himself imagining the facial features Raina has. She has a fair skin tone, long brunette hair, long eyelashes, flawless face, and brown eyes, and she has a pink hearty lip with a slim and short height of 5ft. and 4 inches. And the innocence that she has will make someone's heart melt at moment. While Xavier has an ideal height of 6ft. Flat, lean body, and his muscles are in place. He has a brown skin tone, is blue-eyed, and his distinct mark is his dimples when he smiled. He arrived at the villa and the servants give him respect as he walks from outside.

Trusting you again Leaving the pains Why not getting it back in return Why am I always in the fault? Why Me? THE END

His eyes transitioned to man with the translucent blade, X. X was no taller than 5 and half feet. His long gray hair was thick but flowing like water, even though it had been attempted to be subdued in a pony tail. Almond shaped grey eyes that were a rich color, but gave warning of a terrible storm was brewing ahead. He was rather fair complected, but had a hue of yellow. Even though X was dressed in a few layers it did nothing to hide his slender but muscular build.

Its chassis was scarred by silver-salt corrosion, and its single searchlight eye swept the room with a frantic, stuttering blue pulse. Kael had abandoned the primary server farm. He had compressed his entire consciousness into the mech’s primitive, isolated processor. He was no longer a ghost in the wires. He was a ghost in the machine. The mech’s metal feet crunched through the silver mercury on the floorboards, leaving deep, jagged gouges in the obsidian. It stopped inches from my throne. The smell of hot grease and sparking wiring filled the stagnant air, clashing with the smell of my own stone decay.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Xavier chuckled. “If it's all right with you, I'd like to stay with you until Mr. Turner arrives. He mentioned an hour, but I have a feeling Jack will be here sooner,” the charming man smiled. I nodded, and he conversed with me until the local mechanic arrived less than thirty minutes later. I learned that my savior was named “X” and was in school at the local university. As the tow truck pulled over on the side of the road, X said goodbye and exited my vehicle. He walked over to Mr. Turner, holding his helmet, and spoke briefly with the man. Surprised, the mechanic looked in my direction, then shook hands with X before the biker started his motorcycle and carefully drove back onto the slick

a slow exhale crackled through the speakers “entertain the spectators.” His words slithered into the silence before cutting off completely, leaving only the hum of the hidden machinery that kept this place alive. “And if you survive…” Mr. X’s voice returned, softer, almost intimate, “you can reunite with your mate again.” Then he cuts off completely. I didn’t waste time. My eyes swept over the nearest supply crate—its dull metal edges half-buried in moss, as if it had been here for months. A quick check revealed ration packs, a canteen, a coil of rope, and a compact med kit.

Tanasha said from the side in a sarcastic tone. They soon came upon the battlefield and couldn't believe what they saw. The sky was covered in a white fog, tornadoes, stone walls, golems and spears tearing the sky apart. Xasha was the most obvious as he had 12 cartwheel sized energy cores strapped to his back. A massive axe-scythe in his hand, he looked like deity coming to cleanse the world of sin. The big Man he faced off against was covered in blood as he had giant wounds across his chest and face.