Oblivion Golden Saint Armor Novels & Stories

His eyes were like the vast starry sky, and his eyes were like golden stars. Inside his body, there was a golden world. In his dantian, the little golden man had become extremely strong, like a baby. The light around him was flowing and the runes were swirling. The Indestructible Armor was flowing with purple light, which was cold and indestructible. The whole armor was covered with auspicious clouds, golden dragons, and phoenix-like patterns. "Shen Ben's true source is really overbearing!" Samuel roared excitedly. "Great!"

He took Damian’s hand and pulled him up. "But you still leave your left side open," Damian noted, tapping Leo’s ribs. "I'm working on it," Leo smiled. THE ARMORY We geared up. The Sanctuary Guard wasn't a ragtag militia anymore. Thanks to Seraphina’s funding and Ironclaw’s logistics, they were a modern army. Matte black armor woven with carbon nanotubes and silver thread. Assault rifles modified to fire depleted uranium rounds (for armor piercing) and hollow points filled with wolfsbane (for rogues). But for the Hollow Men, we needed something else. "Bone," Silas said, walking into the armory with a crate. "If they are anti-magic, metal might conduct their Null field. We go primitive." He op

Xzavion smiled and said, “This is a Golden Body. It’s made out of the Martial Path’s colorful Tribulation Clouds. It’s a lot stronger than our physical body.” Upon hearing their conversation, James slowly got up. “How about we get someone to test it out?”

It was like having a bucket of ice water poured over her head. “Maybe you two should wait until your not in the middle of everyone,” Ben whispered under her breath, clearly disgusted. Looking around, Maize saw the entire glade was filled with Warriors, all looking at them with amusement. Flushing painfully, Maize quickly unwrapped the bundle her mother gave her and dressed rapidly. Alec didn’t seem embarrassed at all, in fact, he simply looked annoyed that they were interrupted. That changed slightly when his father, the Night King, strode over and tossed him a customized set of the armor he and the other Night Army members wore.

Nelson took a slow drag from his pipe and said, "Kid, I just asked around but didn't expect a crowd. They all came to help, not asking for a dime." I gestured to the planks behind me, "Just turn them into some makeshift bows and arrows, that'll do." Despite their confusion, the folks eyed the old-timey planks and got to work, led by a few eager beavers. Nelson sat by me, puffing away in silence. "Wooden armor, huh? Only someone extraordinary could rock that getup." …… Jim was extraordinary, alright. He was the general of my infant spirits army. I had armed him with a bow and many arrows, and as twilight fell, I suited him up in the armor myself.

Their chest, abdomen, back, and head were protected by black and gold steel armor. Under close scrutiny, their armor and combat uniforms were embroidered with a golden dragon and branded with the words ‘Legion of the Sovereign’! This combat group consisted of 12 people. Six of them carried black and gold wooden boxes in their hands, while their waists were equipped with long sabers and short spears. The wooden boxes were carved with four mythical beasts. The other six escorted behind them. They barged in from the memorial hall entrance. With every step they took, their combat boots made a clanging sound on the ground, which was shocking to the senses.

Then every ancient creature bowed deeply before her, a bow given not to a ruler but to a savior, to the girl who had chosen everyone else over herself. Meanwhile... Far from Mount Shara. Lucien stood clad in the armor of war. The battle cloak crafted by Blackthorn Pack's finest artisans flowed behind him as he moved. Forged from one of the strongest minerals known to the kingdom, the armor gleamed with a magnificent golden hue. Against it, the silver light radiating from Lucien's body appeared even more dazzling... More terrifying, more divine. His blue eyes burned like twin oceans of blue fir, and without slowing down, Lucien raced across the snow-covered landscape at full speed.

They hadn't forgotten their roots! "The first intruder is almost upon us," Abe alerted the crew. Frederick nodded his head and stretched out his hands. The golden chariot hummed and buzzed as it broke up into several fragments. Under everyone's but Selina's astonished gaze, the chariot reassembled around Frederick, forming a 5 meters tall golden armor suit that was equipped with a large sword. "Impressive huh," Selina swung her spear around lazily with a cocky smile on her face. It was almost as though she was the one who had summoned the golden armour.

I said to him. I'm still chewing on the orange he gave me, noticing his expression when I tell him this information. “Seriously? Does anyone already know?” “Nope. I also just found out this morning when they took my blood” I showed my hands to him, there are a lot of needle marks in there. Arthur smiles, almost laugh.

However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor. I'd just gotten off work from the graveyard shift and was on my way back to my dormitory when I ran into a group of drunk street thugs. Just as they were about to force me to my wits' end, Vernon suddenly appeared out of nowhere. After chasing off the thugs, he gathered me in his arms even though my knee was bleeding from earlier. His hug threw me completely off guard. It felt like the strange yet familiar warmth of a father's hug—big, strong, and safe.