Nobles Equipment Novels & Stories

The bulky guy wasn't as wealthy as the nobles in Golden's group, but compared to a commoner, he was still rich. However, the most valuable things were medicinal pills and some miscellaneous stuff that could be sold in the outside world or that Golden didn't know its use. There were also some weapons inside the ring, including some swords, bows, and arrows. Those were useful to Golden, but their quality was low. Probably the guy had stolen them from commoners in the Special Realm. The only weapon with high quality the bulky guy had was the spear he had used to attack Aizu, but Golden wasn't too fond of spears, he had enough with his Ice Spears to throw to the enemies.

Urrie saw an internal door in the room and a glass separating some kind of equipment. They stopped walking in the middle of the room. Mr. Ambrose told them to wait for a minute because the preparations are still not done. He walked to some corner of the wall and pressed a button. Something buzzed and people started entering the room in a hurry. Mr. Ambrose then signaled the two of them to follow him. They went to the inner door and swiped a card at the lock and the door opened. Inside was a variety of weapons and armors. There are swords, short swords, hammers, spears, shields, etc., etc.

She walked on Cyprian’s arm, her head held high, her mismatched eyes scanning the room with the boredom of a predator inspecting a petting zoo. Behind them marched Oryn and four knights of the Iron Legion. They were fully armored, their polished steel gleaming under the chandeliers. They didn't smile. They scanned for threats. "My god," a Baron whispered. "That necklace alone could buy my estate." Vespera heard him. She offered a small, terrifying smile. They moved through the crowd. The sea of nobles parted, terrified of brushing against the heavy furs or the cold steel. "They look frightened," Cyprian murmured, leaning down to her ear.

Sounds of water rushing kissed his ears, and in the distance, there was a spectacular sight of a mountain range. "I love it." She twirled as her dress flared outward. "I love your garden and your river and your mountains." "I thought you might." Rhylent eyed Norwell as his white tube hair loosened and fell in gentle waves. Out of each of the sections of his Mohawk fell a small shiny knife. As the blades slipped out of his tubes, the Nebos rose to grab the weapons. The silk moved them inside the bedroom.

He turned toward the iron locker shattered in the corner—the armory storage for the dungeon guards. With a brutal kick, he took the door completely off its hinges, reaching inside to pull out fresh gear. He tossed a heavy, dark combat tunic and structured leather riding trousers toward me. They weren't an Omega's rags. They were thick, reinforced garments lined with flexible steel mesh, designed for high-ranking warriors of the Bloodmoon elite.

A spear that can be imbued with elemental magic for Trent with the ability to control ice. Daggers for Luke with the ability to multiply himself. A metal recorder for Athena with the power to see a person’s past and future. Heaps of books for Dion with the ability to copy any material he saw. And for Nicole who is a summoner, she has a space ring. Trent threw something at Celestin, which was immediately caught by the woman even though her eyes were closed. Trent was surprised by what happened because he did not expect that Celestin would be able to catch it.

All he could say was that the gap between legendary and epic was huge. Moreover, the gap between low-end and high-end equipment is also massive. For example, Victor's Thermal Greatsword fell into the low-end category. There's no requirement for using low-end equipment, but high-end equipment requires a minimum combat power to operate. Without sufficient combat power, even if you acquired a piece of high-end equipment, you wouldn't be able to use it as your mecha couldn't power it. "Bro, when will you change weapons? This Thermal Greatsword..."

What about weapons? "Take your personals," Henry said, donning his own armor. "Whips, take one of the fancy Desert Eagles, and --" "How about actual fire?" she asked. "Fire works on a lot of stuff according to legend." Bjorne hefted a flamethrower, grinning from ear to ear. "Got it covered." "What's that?" she asked, looking at something with a set of six large tubes circling the barrel. "Net gun," Banshee said. She pursed her eyes. "Yeah, take that."

The distinction was stark: wounds could be healed, but hearts pierced by the sacred weapons would not be revived. Eryndor, his chest heaving with exhaustion, gazed upon the carnage with a mix of awe and trepidation. His Shadowsting dagger, still trembling with the force of his final blow, seemed to whisper dark secrets in his ear. Jack Wolf, his Moonwhisper spear a glow with a soft, ethereal light, stood tall amidst the chaos. His eyes locked onto Eryndor, and a silent challenge issued between them. The arena, once a place of savage contest, had become a crucible for something greater. The true battle was far from over; in fact, it was only just beginning.

Light touch of foundation with slight ting of blush with bright red lipstick, she looked like a goddess, maybe more beautiful then goddess Aphrodite. Celestine's eyes went down on her dress and a small gasp escaped from her mouth. It was a Victoria's secret backless body hugging black silk gown with a small slid on both sides of her legs, revealing a small portion of her pale, slender legs. Its sides were embroidered with gold thread. Her antique jewelry from Chanel's signature collection 'Lion' with Louis Vuitton's new addition gold clutch and black high heels, were priceless and screaming wealth. Her aura turned from wild to elegant and classy.