Mobile Armor Gundam Iron-blooded Novels & Stories

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

However, this human figure was much taller and stronger than ordinary people. Moreover, the rolling black Qi condensed into a layer of armor on his body. The armor was pitch-black, and countless blood runes were carved on its surface. They were dazzling, dense, and twisted like maggots. One could feel a strong hatred, regret, despair, anger, and unwillingness. It almost turned into a strong curse and went straight into one's brain. "On top of zombies is a corpse general, like a duke leading a territory." Master Eva Green recited as she looked at the armored zombie.

The Grendel attacked me almost immediately, weapons blazing. The mech's two-storey body was laughable in shape but advantageous from a tactical viewpoint. Its thick, bulbous body gave it heavy armour and a low center of gravity, and its weapons array was built directly into the center of its frame, making it harder to destroy. The tubby grey German mech fought less like its mythological namesake and more like a sumo wrestler-it was built to take a hit and remain standing. A single red light shone through its thick armour as it wobbled toward me, marking where its camera was hidden away.

A mercenary in heavy armor reached inside, grabbing the silver briefcase. "Package secured!" the mercenary yelled through his radio. Despite their efforts, the mercenaries secure the EMP briefcase yet again and vanish in an armored convoy. Marcus let out a roar of absolute fury, but his body wouldn't obey. He could only watch through his fading vision as the heavy armored vehicles sped away into the thick night fog, leaving behind a trail of burning metal, smoke, and blood.

Small, sputtering steam-donkeys were mounted to its shoulders, spitting sharp bursts of gray vapor to stabilize the massive weight of the machine's limbs. Mounted to the exo-suit’s right forearm was a heavy, tri-barreled pneumatic rotary cannon. Standing inside the armored control cage of the machine was General Malvon, the supreme commander of the Iron Vanguard, his face scarred and rigid beneath his polished steel helm. "You brought a pack of wild dogs to an industrial slaughterhouse, Natalia," Malvon’s voice boomed through an acoustic brass horn mounted to the front of his armor. He did not waste time with a diplomatic warning. His hand yanked the primary firing valve on his control panel

She touched her abdomen feeling the flutter of life inside her and whispered softly,“We are stronger than they realize. And we will survive.”The storm was coming-Russell’s dominance, Xavier’s interference and the Council’s oversight but Giovanni was ready. She had maps, knowledge and instincts. And she had resolve. No Alpha no matter how powerful could erase the will of a mother fighting to protect her child.

The dusk over the Iron-Port was the color of a bruised plum, bleeding deep purples and jagged streaks of orange across the sky. In the primary rail yard of the Lower District, the *Mammoth* sat like a slumbering prehistoric beast. The massive arctic-class heavy hauler had been retrofitted over the past twelve hours. The brutalist matte-white armor of its northern excursion had been repainted by Thorne’s crews into a matte, light-absorbing black. It no longer looked like an Imperial icebreaker; it looked like a shadow carved from solid steel.

Jack roared. The Defender mech unleashed a devastating barrage from its rotary railgun. The armor-piercing rounds, which had easily shredded the corrupted angels earlier, struck the Guardians' black-and-gold armor and simply bounced off, sparking harmlessly. "Conventional weapons are useless!" Elias yelled, dodging as one of the massive hounds lunged, its plasma jaws snapping inches from his cockpit. "Their armor is too dense!" Kael swung his high-frequency blade at the leg of a Guardian. The blade connected, but it shattered upon impact, the vibrations sending Kael's mech stumbling backward.

As I were entering the room, 2 of them were seated on the sofa, clearly stiff as a board, whilst the other 2 were currently gawking at the array of in case equipment display. “Looks like you really enamoured by the Tactical Body armor from Aeternum…You know..these ones in particular were used by my soldier when we first established these land…it doesn’t provide much protections…but when you were fighting against a mindless monsters…it is sufficient enough…”. “UAARRGHHH!!!…WHO ARE YOU?!!…”. (Lobelia Mudswan)

Baraka asked, his voice a tight whisper. "He's using the steel," she sobbed, clutching Baraka’s wrist with surprising, desperate strength. "He has dozens of Class-5 metallurgical Actives down there, melting down the frigates and the cargo ships. They aren't building trucks, Baraka. They are building armor. Heavy, kinetic-resistant armor for the entire Vanguard." She swallowed hard, her eyes rolling back slightly as the blood loss took its toll. "He’s building an army of iron. And he's marching them to the mountain."