Metal Slug Soldiers Novels & Stories

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.

Nomo pointed toward the perimeter. The silver mist was thickening, coiling into the shapes of armored knights. These weren't featureless phantoms; they were perfect replicas of Jax’s elite guard, their armor shimmering with a mercury sheen. They moved in perfect unison, their glass blades humming as they sliced through the barricades like they were made of parchment. The soldiers began to fall, not because they were weak, but because they couldn't bring themselves to strike the faces of their friends. "Sofia! They’re through the North barricade!" Jax’s voice boomed through the comms, punctuated by the sound of glass shattering and men screaming.

Is there ever freedom? The sound of engines drags me back to the present. Headlights cut through darkness. Cameo and I exchange a look. Finally. Two SUVs pull up in front of us. My men immediately tighten formation. Weapons raised and ready. Doors swing open. Men in black ski masks climb out. Guns in hand. Silent and disciplined. I study them, carefully. “Olympus?” One of them asks. I arch a brow. “What’s it to you?” My hand rests against my gun.

Sloth said and then laughed in a mocking manner. His thread reflected the light coming from the lightning. It was all over the battlefield. Nearby angel warriors now understand why some of their comrades were acting strange and attacking their own kind. At first they though they also betrayed them just like what Shane did but it turns out, Sloth was just playing with them as if they were his marionettes. Some tried to cut his thread but it was as tough as diamons and sharp enough to cut their weapons in half. Whoever makes a contact with his thread gets wounded or dies.

Adrian swung his gun toward the stairwell. “Strike squad! They’ve found us!” Dozens of shadows surged upward hunters in silver armor, moving too fast and, too precise to be human. Crowe tilted his head slightly, silver light flashing in his eyes. “Not mine. They’re Silver Hounds bio-soldiers bred by Dr. Alaric.” Evelyn sprang up, thumbed the safety, and let three rapid rounds fly. One creature toppled, but instead of red the blood shimmered silver, hissing as it slicked across the concrete.

he said with so much authority. “But we will live, and we will prosper, and be victorious,” he raised his weapon, and the Soldiers did the same. “So go out, and fight. Listen to your commanders, take as many prisoners as you can. And fight for Mercia!” “For Mercia!” The Soldiers yelled, and all rushed out. I watched from the shadows of the weapon room as Slade walked out with strength in his steps and fire in his eyes. His speech had stirred something deep in the hearts of the soldiers—hope, courage, loyalty.

They took them like they were regular bullets. The madsun soldiers had been injected with resistive serums made by the witches, so they would be less harmed by the silver bullets. When the soldiers saw that their bullets were no match for attackers, they resorted to physical battles too. They transformed and attacked. Magna also transformed and attacked the Madsun soldiers. The fight was fierce, with the Madsun soldiers winning. The royal line soldiers were brutally mutilated by their attackers. They couldn't even land a single punch on the Madsun soldiers.

It was late. The compound streets were near-empty, amber spill from a few tired floodlights pooling on gravel and canvas. Sara cut through it all like a shadow with a destination—boots whispering, gaze raking the dark. A sharp whistle split the quiet. “Woohoo!” Four soldiers slid out of the shade between the munitions tent and a stack of ammo crates, 1MXGs slung loose, boredom lacquered over bravado. The lead—short, blond, all crooked grin—stepped into her path.

Gathering in a black cloud overhead, the insects released streams of corrosive wax that burned through walls and pavement alike. Lines on the soldiers’ armor glowed a hot orange, enabling them to burst forward at uncanny speed. They aimed for the masked woman, desperation clear in their charge. Before she could fully react, the leader swung his rifle butt at her head, the blow precise and disorienting. Her mask shattered free for the briefest moment, revealing startled eyes. Another soldier’s gloved fist followed, knocking her unconscious as they barreled past the other survivors who continued firing in vain. They skidded to the sewer’s entrance, frantically prying at the heavy cover that se