Novel & Cerita Mobile Armor Gundam Iron-blooded

This was the Iron Bastion, the flagship of the Iron-Sovereign League. As it hovered over the Grand Rink, a massive ramp lowered, and five figures stepped out. They were encased in armor that seemed to be welded directly to their skin—a brutalist fusion of flesh, piston, and dark-matter plating. Their leader, a giant known as Malak the Unyielding, stepped onto the ice. His every footfall sent a shockwave through the valley. He didn't have golden eyes; his eyes were glowing red slits of focused, industrial intent.

I shouted. I stepped forward to meet the first armored Husk. It was a massive beast, a former Northern Alpha whose body had been fused into a suit of black iron. It raised a hydraulic fist, the pistons hissing with a freezing mist. I didn't dodge. I swung the new blade in a wide, horizontal arc.

His brother leaned forward at his call, gaining a better view of him, but said nothing. “Where’s your axe?” he asked. Soartin seemed to shrug. “It won’t be of use to me in this war.” Sethlzaar’s gaze puzzled and, seeming to understand the question that plagued him, Soartin added. “Apparently, the unsouled care nothing for steel that is not of Vaelusian origin.” It made Sethlzaar wonder. “Then what of the soldiers?” he asked. “Their duty is to run when they see one,” Takaris said. “I reckon they’ll be more than happy to oblige.”

The armor was T-shaped, protecting both shoulders while also effectively shielding the mech's abdomen and extending all the way down to the crotch. "Equip armor." Victor replaced his Excellent-grade armor with the Static Pressure Nuclear Fusion Armor. The external armor automatically adopted the mech's color. From appearance alone, it already looked much more imposing than the Excellent-grade armor. Terrence was very envious. However, before Terrence could even express his envy, Victor handed the Epic-grade cargo pod to him. Terrence couldn't believe it. "Bro, is this really for me?" "Yeah." Victor nodded. He already had an Epic-grade cargo pod, so this one was completely useless to him.

The flames turned into jagged shards of orange glass that fell and shattered on the ground. "We can't get close, Emma!" Félix shouted, his daggers useless against the void. "It’s not a physical cold! It’s the Absence of Motion!" I looked at the Iron-Wolves of the South. They were standing at the edge of the plaza, their skin iridescent with the magnetized silver-iron of their new evolution. "Arthur! The Iron-Blood!" I cried. "Your marrow! It’s the only thing with enough density to resist the Zero!"