Nergigante Statue の小説・ストーリー

Ahhh, sweet silence. My shoulders relaxed as the pair of beefcakes turned into magnetite statues. It’s not my usual choice, but it was fitting, given I’m in Ironfur. Magnetite is an iron-rich stone, after all. I took a moment to appreciate their faces now that they weren’t fighting or speaking. The Goddess may be testing my patience with these two, but physically, she chose well. I slowly walked around the statues, admiring their physiques. As I noted their firm glutes, I thought of my cousin. André would certainly approve of their bodies. Though I imagine he and his sister Katrina would agree their personalities left something to be desired.

“I always thought David’s penis was disproportionately small. And, um…soft.” Shit! Holy crap! Yep. That just came out of her mouth. “The original one is attached to a seventeen-foot-tall sculpture. Pretty sure you still couldn’t fit it in your smart mouth. Think harder, Mrs. Stanton.” She resumed her walk around the room. He was right. She needed to push herself harder, to pay attention and not just go with the flow. Wasn’t that what a good newsperson did? Elvie stopped at a statue of a man sitting on a throne made of a beast standing on all fours. He was naked, sheathed by a toga over his privates, staring up to the sky with dozens of naked women holding a small ukulele. He looked like a gl

"Let's do this." The God Giant Statue of Destroyers, a grotesque amalgamation of dark energy and ancient power, roared to life. Its eyes glowed with malevolence, and its massive arms swung down, aiming to crush the Gaia clan beneath its might. The ground trembled with each step it took, and the air crackled with dark energy.

"It could be dangerous." "No, shit." I shook his grip off and continued my progress towards the middle of the circular arena. I slowed as I approached the white stone pedestal. Upon it lay a sling shot and an open bag of small white stones. I looked up at the giant stone statue. It was at least fifty feet tall. It stood holding a giant square hammer between its feet. The head of the hammers was as large as a car. The monster's single large eye was lidded shut. My hand hovered above the sling shot. This was probably going to be a bad idea, but if these were some sort of trials then I'd have no choice. It was either this or Karma. And Karma was a bitch.

So it stopped for a while and continued to breathe. When he saw the village, the Inanormo camera was fine in the heart of the mountain. Across the room was a large statue that Ragnar believed could only be a large demon. The statue appeared to be made of crystal and bone. Each scale is made of glossy leather. The colors are constantly changing, moving on the surface, mixing and moving endlessly. The statue may be five times the height of a man, but it was so powerful that it seemed much larger. His eyes shone like flames. There was something about the glow of his skin that made it hard to focus, something that blinded Ragnar's eyes and suggested that the statue could change into something el

They were Oliver and the fiend general. The fiend general's name was Damon. He was Morticia's subordinate and was very good at his job. After Archfiend Antigonus's assignment, Oliver and Damon went straight to Mount Snowood to check out the situation. At that moment, they saw the two gigantic statues in front of them. Both of them were stunned as they took in a deep breath of air. They could not help but exclaim in their hearts. What kind of power must one have wielded that they could make such a magnificent statue?

Journey Doney clenched his long saber and strode out into the two bronze doors. ...... In the palace above Black Soul City, green candles were quietly burning. In the empty hall, in addition to the thick coffin and the two mysterious zombies, there was another thing. It was a statue about the height of a floor. The statue carved the image of a burly middle-aged emperor. Although it was only a statue, its majestic aura of looking down on the world, destroying mountains and rivers, and commanding the universe, which made people want to kneel on the ground and worship it.

He muttered under his breath. "What is?" Scarlett asked. "You. You look fantastic, and now, I will go get dressed as well. This isn't a vacation after all. It's hell trip." Negan said almost snapping. Scarlett nodded, and stared at him, wondering what was happening. Did he found out she was lying? But how would he know? Could someone have told him? Who? Rick? Scarlett wondered until Negan disappeared out of sight. ********************* The buildings in the estate were of ancient design. They stood tall like towers, creating a different world entirely. Outside the largest building stood a giant image of Buddha, and three other images of Greek gods. At the entrance were two giant flower pots,

But Dante. Dante isn't a man anymore. He is a ten-foot-tall Statue of Obsidian and Lead, his arms forever frozen in a protective embrace over the spot where the child lay. He has become a "Permanent Anchor"—a biological lightning rod that is now the only thing keeping the Earth from being reclaimed by the stars. I touch his cold, black cheek, and for the first time in the story, the "Lead-Bender" weeps. But then, a sound comes from the statue. A low, rhythmic thump-thump.

On the stone four statues: Gallus—green-black, wolf-headed, hooked beak bat-winged, tentacles coiled feet; a thin scorched seam still burned along its base. Abnegazar—pale stone veined with dull gold, crowned and angular, eldest in the way mountains are. Rathos—kiln-red and hairline-cracked, warped like clay that remembered fire. Ghast—bone-smooth, hollow-eyed, a scream made permanent. Between Abnegazar and Gallus sat a curl of golden coral—no story, no pedigree. Just a pretty reef relic that caught light and gave it back without promise.