Nier Automata : Commander White Novels & Stories

the commander told her bored, before returning with her eyes on the other witches. The woman looked up full of hatred at the commander, tears continuing to run down her cheeks. The girl turned her head towards her, feeling the woman's hateful gaze. Doreon saw the glacial expression of the girl crouching in front of her, her elbows resting on her knees and her sword clutched in one hand. The commander bent her head to the side looking the witch straight in the face. The eyes of the commander were completely black and pulsed along with the veins of the face, while the red irises gave off flames.

A tiny green light pulsed steady in the upper corner of the screen. Beside him, eight Vanguard guards lined up in a tight semicircle, their heavy automatic rifles pointed straight at the frozen men on the ground. Commander Vance stopped five feet away from Noah. He looked down at Noah the way an old farmer looks at a broken fence post. "It is a fascinating thing, Noah," Commander Vance said, his voice smooth and untired in the crisp morning air. "Arthur spent twenty years designing human nervous systems to respond to light frequencies. But he forgot the simplest rule of electrical wiring. Once all the light bulbs are wired to one single box, you don't need to chase each bulb. You just use th

- R H Y K E R "Captain of the White Knights, Akito Takeshi, Kai Takeshi and lastly the first commander of the army, Camélia Gran!" The guard announced, making me sigh in exasperation, I hate paperwork and if it's an urgent matter I should deal with it and solved it. My country is important to me, like my family and my girlfriend. There are three things that matter to me, I can't abandon one of them, it would represent death for me. "Your royal highness." They bowed down, I waved my hand and showed them where to seat. Akita stayed up while the commander and Kai sat down, lazy people.

It does not allow anyone to infringe on the authority and to fight power of the voice master. "No, sir" The wolf with red fur shivered; the beautiful fur on her body also lost some of its charms. “You know what you have to do, right?” "I know, sir." The leader of the assassin group acting on his own is very rare. If it weren't for the large-scale battle, he wouldn't have shown up. Thus, it can be seen that Ezra's strength is very strong to make the leader of the assassin group have to take action on his own.

Standing around the glowing, holographic tactical table were the leaders of the new digital world. Marcus (DragonSlayer99), the towering Paladin and Commander of the Ghost Army, leaned heavily on his silver broadsword. Next to him stood Jax, the glitch-kid, spinning the golden Admin Key around his index finger. And completing the triad was Brog, the massive NPC blacksmith, who looked incredibly out of place among the players, yet carried an aura of undeniable authority. "Wraith," Marcus nodded respectfully as Ren approached the table. "Report," Ren said, getting straight to the point. The phantom weight of the M-99 Archangel sniper rifle settled comfortably on his digital back.

He could manipulate gravity itself, bending it to his will to create crushes and ruptures in the earth, or to launch himself and his minions through the air at incredible speeds. Anthon, the First Commander, was a warrior from the Sky Nation. He could summon powerful winds that could tear through mountains and level forests. Lyca, the Second Commander, was a former werewolf warrior from the Water Nation. She had been corrupted by evil, and now she could control the very oceans themselves, creating tsunamis and whirlpools at will.

"Quantitative advantage does not equal tactical superiority. They are fighting for a paycheck. We are fighting for existence." "Logic doesn't stop bullets, Wolfy," Neoma said. She wrapped her arms around her torso. Her muscles were trembling, a fine, high-frequency vibration. "If we die..." "We do not die," Barzil rumbled. The Commander was cleaning his sword. Steel scraped against the whetstone—a rhythmic, grinding sound. The vibration traveled up from the blade, into his hands, and settled in my own jaw. Each grinding cycle sent a tremor through my teeth.

The door closed behind him, leaving Leo alone with the Commander. "One moment," The commander mumbled, dipping the pen in the inkwell. Leo stood stiffly. His uneasy eyes followed the Commander as he proceeded to write, but the man's face was undecipherable. As oft before, Leo's nosiness was awakened in the attention of the guardsmen's moniker for their commander: The White Priest. He could account for it only by his thick silver hair, presently bound in a tight string at the nape of his neck. In no way could he be said to correspond to a priest --- all of whom Leo had known was short and old. The commander, by distinction, was huge, powerful, tall, and somewhat younger than his looks. Leo no

“I don’t understand. Explain more.” “Only the commanders of stealth have these symbols. It’s one only they could fully understand. These commanders scattered all around Lunaria, sharing information about themselves. One is Billy Scott of FangBorn pack. He was named minister of secret affairs of the pack. The second commander of stealth was Late Minister Elais.” “Only two?” I asked him, intrigued. He shook his head, gesturing the number ‘three’. “They’re three. The last commander of stealth is Ember Mayweather from the RedClaw pack.”

I choked. “Remember,” Rowan whispered inside my skull, soft as rot. “One week. Bring Darius to me… or watch yourself become the weapon you swore you’d never be.” A final jolt came then. It was sharp, vicious, and paralyzing as it ripped up my spine and snapped through my skull. I screamed until my throat tore, then a wave of silence hit me as Rowan vanished from my mind, but the bug didn’t. It hummed, and pulsed, almost as if it was waiting for its next command from that bastard.