Mobile Armor Gundam Iron-blooded Novels & Stories

The weapons the ancient world would not be the massive armored steel shell of the cyborgs fast enough penetrate. The iris of his eyes shone in a toxic, burning green. The Black claws broke out of his fingertips. The Beast and the Commander finally merged into a single, unstoppable Killing machine. With an ear-powdering boar, Kael came out and jumped directly into the deadly crossfire of the machines.

A wall of fire sealed the center of the battlefield. And the real attack began. From the second-level platform— metal shattered. Twelve armored figures dropped. Heavy exoskeleton armor. Black composite plating. Each impact crushed water into shockwaves. They landed. No hesitation. No regrouping. They raised M2 heavy machine guns. And opened fire. The dock became a storm of steel. Bullets shredded air, water, and metal. The armored convoy returned fire, but it was instantly drowned in suppressive fire. “Raise shields!” the assistant shouted.

"Eryx, the iron... it’s Turning to Static!" I saw him becoming a Background-Asset. The Blood-Alpha’s obsidian-iron armor was being "De-Rendered" by the Mother’s presence, the violet-black stardust turning back into the raw, un-formed pencil-lines of a "Distant Memory." His crimson eyes were being replaced by two hollow, functional gems of Total Autonomy Compliance. "Darlene... I’m losing... the 'Us'... it’s just... 'Me'..." Eryx rasped, his prehistoric iron groaning as it was "Severed" by the Loom.

Eriyumilai stood proudly between Blake’s legs. Eriyumilai’s sleek, muscular frame was now clad in matching black armor, intricately designed to complement Blake’s suit. The armor was both elegant and functional, with sharp, angular lines that mirrored the pup’s natural strength and agility. Spikes adorned his shoulders, and the chest plate gleamed with a polished finish, offering protection while enhancing his intimidating presence. The pup’s eyes, still bright with youthful energy, now held a fierce determination, his sharp teeth barely visible beneath the armor that covered his strong, battle-ready jaw.

I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning. Eren puts on his matte black integral helmet and springs one leg to the other side of his seat to sit on it. I admire him as he starts the mammoth machine, revving it a few times till it backfires a blue smoky light, causing a fractious pulsating sound. I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster.

The moon cast an eerie glow over the battleground, illuminating the brutality of the fight that unfolded before me. I couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt wash over me as I watched Blade fight for my sake. The desperation in his every move, the way he lunged at Iron with a ferocity that spoke of his love for me, weighed heavily on my heart. I wished there was another way, a way that didn't involve him putting his life on the line like this.

When Ves logged into Iron Spirit, he visited the support section in order to register a free virtual license. The game charged a lot of credits for the virtual license of the The Marlin Solutions 1004-HRF 5th Generation armor plating. Considering that anyone could make a living if they designed and sold even a halfway decent mech, the prices weren't unreasonable.

Its flared-out fenders, wide-body chassis, and sporty tires made it look like a street racing machine straight out of a Fast and Furious film. “It’s a nice car. Wouldn’t you say?” Irena eased her way toward Amy, cutting her eyes over at the silver Camaro. “How would you like to be behind the wheel roaring down the highway, trying to chase 2Pac because he ran off with your baby in an armored truck?” Irena pointed over at a black armored vehicle parked near the factory’s garage door entranceway. Amy looked over at the armored truck. The truck was the size of a motor home with a space shuttle design in the front. Amy didn’t like Irena’s game, but she didn’t expect to like it.

The blue sparks arched across Killian's skin, and he collapsed to the grass, his muscles spasming in uncontrollable agony. ​"Kill them! Kill them all!" Vane screamed toward the dark shadows of the fern groves. ​From the lush, engineered greenery, the "Iron Guard" emerged—a dozen soldiers encased in heavy, bio-mechanical armor that functioned entirely on internal combustion and hydraulics, independent of the planet's magic. They were Vane’s own perverted version of the Ghost Pack, but these were humans, driven by a cult-like zealotry and the promise of a place in Vane’s new world.

Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A] - Primal Machinations “Planetcracker” Omniresonant Greathammer [S] - Primal Machinations “Primdahl” Round Shield [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Retribution” Mass Driver Pistol [A] — Each of them were installed with the hyperionization submodules that Raijin had put together, which helped protect their armor and shields from Imperial disintegrators. And so they easily raised their shields in front of them, and happily shrugged off any incoming fire from the ships they charged towards.