Metal Slug Soldiers Novels & Stories

“He’s dead!” Thaelen could not respond, drawing his sword to fight off the human soldiers who had rallied enough to realize that the enemy was on the wall and not amongst the tents. As the vampires reached the top and began to cast the archers and gunners from their lofty perches to the ground, desperate soldiers poured barely warm oil down through the machicolations, turning the dirt at the base of the wall into sludge.

It was unusually heavy. As I examined the ammunition, a chill ran down my spine. The bullets were encased in silver, with a hard lead core, custom-made to inflict maximum damage on creatures like me. Silver, the one thing that could weaken us, render us vulnerable. It was like a poison, a toxic metal that could seep into our veins and strip us of our strength, and it could lead to death if it struck out vitals.

It was coming from the sky. "The carrier," I whispered. "The carrier is already gone," Vance said. She was smiling now, even as Richard’s jaws hovered inches from her throat. "The Silver-Eater is a kinetic slug. It doesn't need to fire. It just needs to fall. And it's coming down right on top of this tent." "Richard! Get out!" I screamed. Richard didn't move. He grabbed Vance by the collar and threw her out into the mud, his chrome body shielding me from the terminal.