Metal Slug Rebel Army 소설 & 이야기

“If you hurt her, I will kill you.” Augusto shifts back to his human form and laughs as he looks at Connor. "How do you plan to do that?" Augusto gestures around, and everyone is subdued. Connor is gravely injured, not healing as he should, and he can’t even stand. "This war is over. This is your end, Connor Blazeheart. I’ve won." Augusto grabs Selene by the hair, yanking her up harshly. Her body is weak and limp. He laughs at her frail appearance.

“We Brits should’ve done in all you bloody Highlanders when we ’ad the chance.” Murtagh growled. “Ye daft—” “Would you two idiots swear like some fucking American cowboys for once? Christ,” Rebel swore. He had their attention again now. Solomon’s finger was already on the trigger, as was Rebel’s. Rebel’s grip tightened in threat. “Last chance,” he warned. “Your ol’ antidote will die with me, Rebely.” At the moment, Rebel couldn’t bring himself to care. He’d originally intended to do this without Solomon, so why the hell did it matter? He’d protect Lily for as long as it took and find another way. He’d made a mistake coming here.

He was already a walking war painting—fully armored now, sword soaked in rebel blood, fire dancing at his fingertips, eyes ablaze with power. He slashed through two cloaked scouts in one smooth motion—effortless, brutal. The kind of movement that made your breath catch and your thighs clench at the same time. But I wasn’t watching him. I was watching them. The rebel vanguard. Twenty—maybe thirty—figures. All cloaked. Faces masked. Magic flickering between trembling hands. Desperate, fast, bloodthirsty. The kind of chaos that smelled like iron and rot. Some of them had swords. Others had curved daggers or enchanted ropes. And a few carried crude talismans that pulsed with dark, forbidden mana

Ruby swooped to the right, pulling Nya out of the way of that arrow and then followed Gavin’s dragon up into the air for a returning pass. It was then that Nya saw Slate. He was in his human form, on top of the castle on one of the turrets, fighting against a mob of Beelzanborg soldiers. His brother was by his side, and the two of them were making short work of the group as it was. But since Ruby was nearing their position, she lowered her head and sent a burst of fire at the Beelzanborg troops, hitting several of them, knocking many of them to the ground, many of them on fire.

"Is this the Dr. Aster of Liberty Hospital of Country S?" "Yes, he is. Do you know him? Dr. Lisbon?" Clive looked at the man in front of him and smiled. "Of course Director Klatt, Dr. Louie Lisbon and I are classmates." Clive turned to Louie, "Hey Buddy! How have you been? It is a long time-no-see!" They shook their hands with a special hand shake. Clive whispered to Louie, "Is this alright with you, Buddy?" "Of course Buddy! I'll tour you around later. No one here is more qualified than you. Am I right Director Klatt?" Louie asked Celeste sarcastically.

Lame mouth curved into a smile. "What did you mean by that?" As he rose his eyebrows. Lame stood up and back the Rebel leader, "I want you to become the head of Dragon Kingdom armies and your men will be my soldiers!" The Rebel leader jaw dropped with surprise and he also stood up, asked the witch maybe she is serious about her offer because he hates jokes at night, Lame turned to him and said she means her words but there is one creature that the Rebel leader and his men need to kill for all of them to have peace of mind.

Maybe, at last, illusion was falling away. Okay, she said, stuffing her long hair back inside the helmet. Lets go. They parted the curtains and stood on the platform of the chariot. Before them, a rebel force of twenty men on horseback waited near a hills edge maybe fifty feet ahead of where the kings chariot had been overtaken. They were dressed in simple peasants clothing, brown trousers and coarse, filthy shirts. Their shields bore the sign of the rat, the symbol of the Zhou army. They were all looking to De for orders.

“Right. That's why you’re standing in a dead car, in a flood storm, shaking like a leaf?” My jaw hardens. “I just need to get home—” “No.” The word is sharp and final. “I said I need to go home,” I repeat, louder this time. “And I said no.” Slade tilts his head, rain sliding over the scar on his jaw. “Unless you’re planning to drown in a gutter, Little Rebel.” Before I can fire back, someone materializes behind him. It's one of his men, I think. Tall and dressed in black, holding a large umbrella like he’s been waiting for a command.

But survival demanded this play, at least until I could turn the tide. Around us, the battle intensified. Rebels formed a tighter circle, their numbers thinning but fierce. One of Isaak's betas, a burly wolf with silver streaks, tore into two rebels at once, claws flashing as he disemboweled the first and crushed the second's windpipe with his jaws. I slipped away from Draven during the distraction, moving toward Isaak and Rhaedon. My blade caught a rebel's arm, sending him howling, but I kept my eyes on my mates.

Adrian shouts as he runs towards Alberto and start punching him I look at the blood that seems to not stop "ADRIAN!!" Jason shouts as he runs in separating Adrian from the nearly unconscious Alberto "Dont let your anger control you , Take care of Skylar first we'll deal with him"Jason says as he grabs Alberto "She was pregnant.. I killed the baby" Alberto says showing his bloody teeth Adrians eyes widen as he looks at me he immediately runs to me picking me up and lifting me bridal style. Adrian practically runs with me in his arms. I look at the bloody scene dead bodies everywhere but most of them are the enemies