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This man was a peak stage-eight martial god. He could achieve a breakthrough to become a stage-nine martial god at any time. "It's the commander of the Iron Armor Squadron. What is he doing here?" The Iron Armor Squadron was just like their name. The guards were always in heavy iron armor and had incredible defense techniques. Ordinary martial artists would not be able to touch them. However, what was one of them doing there? "How dare you snatch the Iron Armor Squadron's treasure, you little bastard? Die!" The commander was furious and shot out at Chase like a cannonball. Energy waves filled the air.

Lucy The rag was still in my hand, but my fingers had gone numb. My whole body felt like it had gone cold when Riker said those words. Pet. I’d heard worse, yes. But the way the men in the lot laughed—or pretended not to—burned hotter than fists ever had. Fists left bruises that faded. Words stuck, carved into the softest places of you. I kept polishing the chrome because I didn’t know what else to do. The metal shone under my hand, but the shine didn’t matter. I didn’t matter. That’s what Riker had meant. I was just something Blake had picked up on the side of the road. Disposable.

I always felt guilty because I thought —maybe—I had put them both there. “Mother. You worry too much. I am fine.” “You're still bleeding.” Mother pointed at my arms. I rolled my eyes. “You know mother, soon it’s just going to be the two of us. We are going to have to learn to get along. You're going to have to learn to hate me a little less.” I meant it as a joke, because of course my mother doesn’t hate me. She just hates the fact that she loves me even though I have proven to be very useless.

Leo (Tank) roared, his voice carrying over the ringing in everyone's ears. The giant man stepped forward, clad in the matte-black "Juggernaut" heavy assault armor they had looted from the Mobile Command Center. The armor made him look like a walking monolith. He reached out and snatched the smoking rifle from the hands of a trembling Ironhead ganger who looked barely out of his teens.

The massive steel ramp slowly lowered, hitting the glowing mud with a heavy thud. Through the thick smoke pouring from the interior, a figure emerged. It wasn't a wasteland scavenger in rags. It was a soldier, clad in sleek, advanced tactical armor that made the Board's Shock-Troopers look ancient. The armor was painted matte white, accented with gold, and bore the insignia of a golden sunburst. The soldier lowered their heavy plasma rifle, looking at Dax, then at the rest of the Iron Wolves sitting on our heavily modified, glowing bikes.

yet. Outside the Walls stood a column of armored artillery, each bearing the colors of their respective ADFs. The Solar ADF M1 Abrams and Cromwell tanks being black and blue while the futuristic armored beam tanks of the Gemminite being bright blue and gold. In the opened cupola of the Gemminite vehicles stood bright blue droids with golden skull face plates. Red lights emanated from its empty eye sockets. Green lensed monofocals were attached on their left eyes, displaying yellow corsairs at the advancing Dusk Riders.

Earth had been transformed into an interstellar fortress armed to the teeth. On the top floor of Sterling Tower, Katherine secured a chest plate shimmering with dark gold and ice-blue light onto Jack’s torso. This was the "Valkyrie-Apex" combat armor. It was the flawless fusion of Earth’s highest tech, the Old Ones' divine runes, and the Remnant Fleet’s anti-entropy alloys, custom-tailored for the Planet's Alpha.

Blocking the path were the Peacekeepers. Five hundred soldiers in heavy, silver power armor. They held plasma rifles powered by the Architect’s shards. "Leo," Mom said, reloading her pistol. "That's a lot of firepower." "They're standing on dirt," Leo said. I looked at Maya. She was riding on Vance’s shoulder now, tired from the bridge-building. "Can you open the gate?" I asked. Maya looked at the black iron fence. "Iron is dead wood," she whispered. She blew a kiss at the fence.

she complains as she shakes her hand. I snort and flame rumbles up from my throat. "That wasn't very nice." She's back to running her fingers over my scales trying to figure out how they work, I presume. I hold back the flames by locking them tightly in my throat, and I try not to think about the horror my fire caused. No, not my fire... me. "The scales turn to armor when needed. It's easier to show someone than explain," I say in order to take my mind off what I did to Laryn's bride. I have no idea why I offer, but the words tumble out before I can stop them. "Would you like to ride?" Only brides have ever ridden me, and riding is considered sacred in the dragon realms.

He would never buzz the doorbell! “Hand her over! This is the last time I’ll ask nicely!” came Alpha Ambrose’s raspy voice. I watched the Flame Hounds close in slowly. Deep red and orange flames churned in their wake as if their skin was made of molten lava. It was strange that they hadn’t burned us down already, as if they were waiting for something or someone! Until now, they had just been taunting us, teasing us, tormenting us! But why would they do it if they wanted to kill us?