Oblivion Golden Saint Armor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

, He asked when they started on the wheels. He was talking casually but Dayanne couldn't stop but look at him since he looked so hot in his position. His left arm was laid atop the open car window. The other arm lazily maneuvering the steering wheel. The shade of orange from the setting sun was on his side intensifying his well-cut jawline and cheekbones and the way his thick lashes hit his cheek.

It clearly indicated that he had some secrets. “As an early-stage Aureate Immortal, you’re nothing much.” Kiran sneered and revealed a radiant armor. “Chromatic Armor!” Caelum’s expression instantly darkened. It was a famous armor of Frosthaven Sect that could resist powerful immortal essence, allowing Kiran to fight beyond his level. This was troublesome. “I didn’t think the intruder Jack mentioned would be you...” Kiran sneered and sent a signal to notify Louis and the other disciples outside the trial grounds.

the old man sneered dismissively. Just then, the golden light from Chase's body intensified. The purple-red rune expanded rapidly, transforming into an exquisite golden armor that enveloped every inch of his body. The old man's attack landed with a deafening impact on the Martial Overlord Divine Armor, creating a shockwave that rippled through the air. A sharp sound echoed as the divine armor shattered, but it successfully withstood the old man's fearsome strike. "This is impossible!" the old man exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief. "How can a mere peak martial arts overlord brat block my attack?"

Opposite them, a clear palm print appeared on the golden breastplate of that Mysterious Frost Holy Guard. The Mysterious Frost Golden Armor, which was designed by an expert armorsmith of the Holy Palace of Mysterious Frost, was extremely resilient, an armor almost at the level of a Precious Weapon. Yet it could not ward off this power. The Mysterious Frost Holy Guard cried out in pain and spat out a jet of blood from his mouth. His body collapsed in the distance. He had clearly been seriously injured. Ding Hao was shocked. Elder Chen's strength was simply horrific. Even with his eyesight, he could not see clearly how Elder Chen had struck just now.

The man was like every other demon she had ever seen but his eyes held a bit of blue, Lilith would have to ask Adrian about that later. "Your Highnesses, thank you for coming." The man bowed his head before meeting their eyes, he was wearing armour that was made from obsidian she believed as she the colour was quite similar, on the armour was a golden badge, Lilith knew the meaning of it as many of her knights had it as well.

Ancient armor adorns their bodies, the armor looking to be made out of pure gold. At the front of the army stands a lone warrior carrying twin sickles in his hands, with a pair of sai weapons made out of gold strapped at his waist that look like mini pitchforks. His body is covered head to toe with armor, a mummy’s wrapping wrapped around his shoulders like a shawl an old woman would use to keep warm.

The other was deep obsidian with streaks of violet color that pulsed with an energy that crackled like lightning. Two swords lay beside them—twin blades, pulsing with raw power. One for Xander. One for me. The forge had gifted us. Xander stepped forward first, his usual composed expression was filled with awe. He reached out, fingers grazing the silver armor. The moment he touched it, the entire armor responded, shifting slightly like it had recognized him I swallowed hard and looked at my own. The obsidian armor was calling out to me like an extension of myself that I didn't understand yet.

The truth of oblivion. Thorne did not slow. He did not falter. He and his two thousand riders did not charge with wild abandon, but advanced with a terrifying, inexorable purpose. Their armor was not just steel; it was etched with runes of sea-salt and iron, their shields polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the chaotic light of the dying sanctum. They were not just men; they were a living, breathing counter-spell, a mobile fortress of order and reality.

Clang! Hearing the shrill ringing in the air, Ches was left dumbfounded as he stared at the faint golden light on Caleb's neck. Like densely laden fish scales, the golden light enveloped Caleb's neck, keeping him impervious. Frustrated, Ches bellowed, "Y-You have a Noble-grade armor too?! Impossible! Your clan has no right!" "Hah!" Caleb sneered in cool disdain. "Return the bloodline you stole from me already!"

A shimmer of moonlight on steel. Elira’s dagger was in her hand instantly. “We’re not alone.” Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, cloaked, their eyes glinting like stars. Their movements were silent, precise, deadly. Elves. One stepped forward, lowering his hood. His hair was gold as wheat, his features sharp and cold. His gaze swept over Kaelen before settling on Elira. “Liraethiel,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “You’ve broken exile.”