Mechanical God Emperor Novels & Stories

They received an unexpected surprise when Jason showed up to the press exactly thirty days later. A slightly disheveled but attractive young man then proceeded to introduce his month-long effort. He domineeringly named it after the first Ancient Roman emperor, for it was indeed capable of outperforming most mechs of the current generation. Just its majestic posture and stately head design showed that Jason spent quite a lot of time matching the mech's aesthetics to its superb offensive power.

"Once upon a time? Tadhg Walter, are you still planning to kill us in this Void Kill world?" The Great Fire Emperor calmly said. "This is our world, our power here is limitless, you are here, the only thing you can do is be killed by me." "Hehe, this kind of thing, how do you know if you don't try it?" Tadhg Walter sneered again, his hand suddenly shook, a loud sound rang out, visible to the naked eye, a green ax appeared directly in Tadhg Walter's palm. It is the Emperor's weapon, the hammer of ghosts and gods!

They were guilty. Their greediness led them to the third war between The Kings (First and Second) and The Emperor (Shadow). They had no respect for Shadow and they feared her at the same time. It was so ridiculous. Eagle squeezed his eyes for a moment, rephrasing his sentence. “I, hereby, The Emperor of the Underworld is declaring my own death to you guys. This emperor also will be buried at a secret place where no one can access it and will disappear from their sight. The end.”

Locked them away. Sweat slid down my neck. My breathing steadied. Minutes passed. Or hours. I did not know. A voice outside the door made my eyes snap open. “Prepare Prince Lior.” Another voice answered. “The carriage to the Tyrant Emperor leaves at dawn.” Silence. I stared toward the door. Then slowly… I smiled. Cold. Sharp. Terrifying. “Ragnar,” I murmured. The Blood Tyrant. The monster emperor. The man this body had feared so much he chose death.

ASHFORD JOINT OPERATIONS. Jackpot. Her fingers brushed the folder. "Having fun?" The voice nearly killed her. Seraphina spun around. Damian Blackwood stood in the doorway. Again. How did this man keep appearing? Did he secretly live inside the walls? Her heart pounded. The folder remained in her hands. Evidence. Caught. No excuses. No escape. For several seconds neither spoke. Then Damian sighed. "You really are incapable of following instructions." His tone sounded irritated. Yet strangely amused. Which somehow made things worse.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!" The sun emperor could no longer contain his anger. He roared as loud as he could to the sky. He hated, deeply hated himself for being unable to save anyone, even his own children and wife who died because of his weakness. The black dragon seemed happy to see humans mourning the sadness in their hearts. It was truly satisfying, and he even felt like he wanted to continue watching humans fall into the abyss of despair like the Sun Emperor. Just as the black dragon was feeling pleased with the Sun Emperor's sadness, he suddenly sensed a familiar aura approaching him. The black dragon's smile disappeared, replaced by a cold stare when he realized that someone he knew was coming. So

"I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE. Eigen seemed happy enough to humour the lad, letting him run his mouth without once interrupting. Until the end. "Do you know who I am?" he asked, grin widening so far it almost swallowed them whole. He would have, if not for Miaka's pleas. "Please let him live," she begged the old GOD, trying to save the new. Eigen paused, closing his giant mouth and reeling in his thick tongue and teeth. "I won't."