Metal Slug Soldiers Novels & Stories

The soldiers of Sloria line up in front of the castle. Every one of them is wearing white armor which are the same color as the snow while their armbands have Dmtri’s emblem on them. The emblem is a silver wolf standing on hind legs holding a pair of blue roses. Each soldier is holding a weapon and a strong armor made of iron and steel.

His vision grayed at the edges, tunneling down to a pinprick of light. Around him, the sounds of the crater changed. The roar of the crowd was gone. It was replaced by the sound of bodies hitting the ground—wet, heavy impacts like sacks of wet grain being dropped from a height. Barzil forced his eyes open. The lids felt like sandpaper against his dry corneas. The soldiers of the Vanguard—the strongest warriors in the Citadel—were crumpling. They fell in waves, their bodies smoking, their skin grey and waxy. The silver light that usually lived in their eyes flowed out of them in thick, viscous streams.

The robot’s chest plate began to drip, molten metal falling to the floor with sizzling plops. “Clear visual!” Willz yelled. Mello, finally finished, held up his sketchbook. He had drawn not a bazooka, but a long, wicked-looking katana with a serrated edge. “I hear you, brother!” Bryan, his energy clearly flagging, gasped out, “Make the final move!” Willz’s scythe appeared in his hands in a swirl of shadow. Mello’s drawing glowed, and the katana materialized before him, dropping into his grip.

Alexander growled in anger and distress not knowing what his lady was about to do. Alexander was about to dash to where his lady was. When one by one, dark-colored phantom soldiers started emerging from the ground. It didn’t take long before they also began appearing on the ceiling and walls. They were immediately surrounded. Lord Slog could not help but tremble along with the other magic users. Commander Tycus began unsheathing his sword, in preparation for battle together with the soldiers. “Protect his highness!” The commander shouted. Within that moment, hundreds of phantom soldiers charged towards them, with their mystical weapons in hand.

It didn’t feel good at all, but she knew it had to be done. The fourth soldier was backing away, raising a ruckus as he screamed, his footsteps heavy on the floor. Slate caught up to him in a matter of seconds and pulled him against his chest as he used a knife to slit the man’s throat. Again, blood bubbled everywhere, but they needed to hurry if they were to get to the room where the gem was being held before the loud troop’s friends came running.

I grab my dual slugslinging blasters named Dharkonic Shroud & Galeemic Flare. My dual slugslinging blasters Dharkonic Shroud & Galeemic Flare were maded by myself. The components of Dharkonic Shroud were expertly crafted, the base was made out of Shadow Clan Hide with a ghoul fusion core, the ammo feed is similar to an IRL revolver seeing seven empty ghoul barrels for firing ghouls the ghoul barrels are made out of Dharkonic Tendrils with green engravings of tendrils, while the barrel was made of bone shaped like a skull, while the components of Galeemic Flare are different. The base of my Galeemic Flare blaster is made out of Angel Ingots with a slug fusion core the ammo feed is similar to

I summoned a large portion of my magic and willed for all of their weapons to coil into useless metal. They looked wide-eyed around each other, astonished at what had happened. "Magic! Is she a witch?!" They screeched among themselves. I didn't give them more time to react as I sheathed my swords back and ran for them. They alarmingly started to kick and throw punches in any and every direction. I took advantage of their uncoordinated state and kicked each soldiers in their ribs, nose, legs and in any part I could get. I didn't injure anyone that seriously, I just hit with the force which would be enough to make them unconscious. I kicked each of the men's butt and looked for the one I've sp

Dark viscous liquid trickled down their faces as my throws had delivered death to them. I turned and watched Stardust galloping off with Anastasia on her back. Then two vampires more came forward but I shot them down without batting an eye. They collapsed and writhed in agony from the quick-silver bullets. Suddenly, there was a fresh danger as a platoon of blood-sucking soldiers sallied forward. Some of them were feral-looking. They were hardly human in appearance anymore. These soldiers stood upright but they had long ears, claws and sharp teeth like animals. Their skins were lizard-like. Their eyes held a glint of devilish green menace.

Miguel was cleaning his caliber 45 in his hut at their camp. That’s where he would live with the other soldiers. He felt like the gun is already a part of him. It was with him like forever. It was his partner way before he was still starting in the army up until now that he became an officer designated in this province. At the age of 28, he’s already successful with what he has achieved in the army. But he admits that it was not an easy road going to where he is now.

Now they and the soldiers were walking toward the City of Light, surviving on depleted rations of dark bread and hard cheese, and talking about the weather, cigarettes, and homecoming; anything except what was really on everybody’s mind. The weapons of Light, so potent against the Enemy, were useless against Wulfstan soldiers and their eyeless slaves. Both were human—or had been human—and sacred electricity had no more effect on them than on ordinary people. Indeed, some of them could apparently pervert Light and turn it into a deadly weapon. Hearing this, Svetlana remembered the blistering rays aimed upon her by the infested soldiers in Loadstone Rock.