Metal Slug Soldiers Novels & Stories

members used the counters as cover, firing precisely to temporarily hold off the first wave of attacks. But the “puppet” soldiers felt no pain; they charged forward, the silver “Silver Core” bullets tearing through Marcus and his men’s cover. “Damn it! These monsters!” Marcus roared, his arm grazing from a stray bullet, bleeding profusely. On the second floor of the mall, in the children’s clothing section. Jack lurked like a ghost in the darkness. He could smell the distinctive stench of the “puppet” soldiers, a mixture of preservatives and blood.

“I am still unable to locate the Systems Contoller.” The three guys cheered as they moved down to a bombard position over town. Their excitement went unchecked as they aimed their turrets at the lines all around the settlement’s defensive perimeter. Then, they began to rain down fire. Each gun flung hollow cylinders of tungsten carbide slugs at supersonic speeds down towards the ground. Worse, each one was highly charged with stabilized plasma. They fell to the ground like dark red balls of electric fire, but with smoky gray cores inside. The slugs slammed into the ground with devastating force, and waves of energy flung outwards, in every direction.

Some of them got down from their broomsticks and walked towards the soldiers but the profound soldiers slit their necks as soon as they crossed the round balls. Frustrated, the Dark Lord sent his soldiers towards the enemies. The Magna troop pulled out another weapon and threw it on the ground. This time it was a small metal knitted square piece. The pieces started expanding themselves and connected themselves with the other pieces around it. Soon a huge metal knitted blanket covered the battle ground. One of the enemy soldiers stepped on it gathering great courage. He smiled looking down as nothing happened. As he turned around to inform his fellow soldiers, he found his ankle being stuck o

no one could give him a plausible reply as they were all lost in their very own thought. one of the soldiers with a spear faced head straight with one of the creatures, we could tell it was a dark creature with a bull horn and a rocky skin, it eyes were bloody red and the fangs dripping some gluey fluid and its long finger-like claws very long and sharp, the soldier who was a werewolf decided to take his speed ability as an opportunity but was caught off guard by it, as he was the first soldier to die by those creatures hand. Marek and Kingu could no longer watch the manslaughter of the soldiers, they unsheathed their swords, ready to join in the fight with the rest of the stand-by soldiers.

Amy tried not to let the maniacal Joker-like laughter distract her. The woman soldier ignored the pain radiating through her punctured wrist. She had another trick up her sleeve, hoping her crazed laughter would distract Amy. The soldier almost captured Amy when she pulled out her Ruger SR9 semi-automatic pistol, aiming it at Amy. But the Death Row Infantry-woman forgot to reload her magazine, which meant her gun was empty. The soldier pulled the trigger, only to hear her gun respond with a click.

They are in their formal attires with good grooming, some with heavy make-ups on their faces. Clive had a low-profile. He wore a black suit with a matching striped necktie, combed his hair a little and wore his shiny-black shoes. Celeste, on the other hand, wore a navy blue, full-length, turtle neck, sleeveless gown fitted perfectly to her body curves, matched by a silver high-heeled pumps. Clive was astounded when he saw Celeste. She is a goddess sent from heaven. She wore light make-up, enough to show her dark-brown eyes with long-lashes and blushing cheeks.

Not entering the tunnel. Filling it. Something so massive the darkness itself seemed too small to contain it. Golden eyes opened. Two enormous suns staring directly at us. The soldiers froze. One immediately dropped dead. No scream. No wound. No struggle. His heart simply stopped. The second soldier began smiling. The terrible smile. Blood ran from his eyes. Yet he kept smiling. The third soldier fired his crossbow. The bolt vanished before reaching the creature. Swallowed by darkness. Like a pebble thrown into the ocean.

"The Stack must have finally crashed. We’ve been waiting for the 'Great D******d' for three generations." The gate—a massive slab of starship hull—ground open. A group of men and women stepped out. They weren't the polished humans of the simulation; they were lean, scarred, and dressed in heavy furs and patched-up thermal suits. They carried "Slug-Throwers"—primitive kinetic weapons that used gunpowder, not energy. The Human Remnant They were led into a massive atrium at the base of the spire. A large fusion-drum sat in the center, radiating a heat that made Zane literally moan with relief.

he added in, pointing to a line of soldiers that were watching the battle intently, every one of them had matte black armour, a sword on their hip and a medium-sized shield with a white rams skull emblem in the middle of it, they were occasionally throwing up a shield to block an arrow or fireball directed to their charge, “They are the elite of the fae, magic using soldiers, skilled in combat with either.” ‘Maybe this isn’t the best idea after all,’ Rex thought to himself, the odds of failure were growing with each new piece of news, he knew the only reason Telagus was getting the upper hand was because of his seemingly inexhaustible supply of soldiers, and the necromancers had an endless s

“Matthew?” “Save the chit-chat, we gotta find a way out of this!” A girl from Isaac’s group said. “IS there a way out of THIS?!” A boy from Isaac’s group said. He then had to block an incoming scorpion soldier’s punch. The scorpion soldiers were built like tanks. Their armour was much thicker and tougher than the worker scorpions. Their pincers were not exactly pincers but more like boxing gloves, only made of hard exoskeleton. Their stingers were also not exactly venomous since they major in punching their foes.