Oblivion Golden Saint Armor Novels & Stories

The Gathering Storm By evening, the news of the northern anomaly had been contained, but the air within the Obsidian Ridge Citadel crackled with an undeniable, heavy tension. Inside the grand armory, Caelum and Lyra stood side-by-side before a long table of polished black steel, strapping on their final pieces of battle regalia. Caelum wore his imperial coat of midnight black, edged with heavy silver thread and rune etched shadow plates protected his broad chest. Lyra slipped into the armor of her elite queen, a sleek, skin-tight bodysuit of obsidian leather and white-gold solar quartz, humming with divine energy. The matching Soul-Bind mark on her thigh throbbed, as did the intricate crest

O'Brien and the others had been extremely disappointed, but upon seeing this, hope once more rose in their hearts. The No. 1 God of War, Buluo, had been building magical skills abroad in recent years and had made a name for himself. If he could lead 100,000 strong people to fight against Golden Dragon Guards, there might be hope for this battle. Boom! Boom! Soon, the earth trembled again, and tens of thousands of experts came in unison, with a murderous aura, which was daunting. The man in the lead was tall and strong. He wore a black-golden armor and a dark-red cloak was fluttering with the wind. His tiger-like eyes were shining with cold light. When he raised his hands and feet, he carried

“If the glass is too dense, it will act as a Faraday cage. It will trap the wearer’s natural resonance inside and literally cook their internal organs during a shift. The armor has to breathe. It has to act like an artificial, reinforced skin that filters the Void while allowing the Gold light to pass through.” ​I watched as the Smithies, their skin glistening with metallic sweat, hammered the glowing glass with rhythmic precision. Their songs of the volcanic South—deep, guttural chants that mimicked the movement of tectonic plates—mixed with the high-pitched, electronic humming of the ship’s core. Every single piece of armor was quenched in a vat of the "Island Serum," infused with the twin

She was knocked back by the sudden impact. Leila lifted her eyes to see what she had run into. A tall, strong knight with a golden sword and shield was standing before her. His armor shone with a golden light under the bright, hot sun. Her flustered escape caused her to crash into the leader of a squadron of golden knights, ranked as golden dragons, patrolling under the direct command of the royals. Their glistening armor hurt Leila’s eyes. She had never seen anything like it; everything was gray and brown in her aunt’s house. She was amazed by this troop of men. The shield was emblazoned with a fierce dragon, as though it was vividly flapping its monstrous wings on the beautiful piece of we

It seemed the howl had attracted the rest of the rogue pack, as I could hear them moving through the forest and calling on their comrade's names now. Where the hell was Alexander? I scanned the whole area with my sharpened vision, looking for him, but he was nowhere to be found. I decided to copy his earlier actions and closed my eyes, focusing on my thoughts. Where are you? I called out to him. The murderer's men are coming. There was silence at first, and then he replied. I'm at the border of the forest, to the west. Go to the horse and meet me there. Alright, I replied, then morphed into my human form just as my uncle's men broke into the scene of our fight. "Oi!" One of them yelled and p

“That’s what we are all thinking, that he’s gone crazy and is now capable of anything.” “Drugs are really bad,” Anika said, shaking her head. “It can turn a saint into a demon. What’s more with someone who’s already a demon like Allan? You need a bodyguard.” “I can’t afford one.” “I can provide you with one,” Anika stated, her countenance serious. Layla quickly shook her head. “No, ma’am, you’ve done enough for me,” she said.

"I never thought I’d be wearing something like this at my age." Ivy May smiled, her eyes flashing with a touch of professional pride. "They’re more than just armor, Mrs. Theresa. They’re a shield. And tonight, they’re going to be the difference between victory and defeat." Oliver stood in the center of the room, his own suit—the 'King’s Armor'—being fitted by Nikolai. The suit was a deep, obsidian black, its surface etched with the same intricate patterns as his jade ring. As the final plate clicked into place, Oliver felt a sudden, powerful surge of energy. The suit was linked to the ring, a connection that seemed to amplify his senses and sharpen his focus.

By contrast, the Oculus Blade, once upgraded to become a level-five protective divine weapon, gave Severin the confidence to defeat even level nine supreme paragons. He calmed himself down and ventured into his spatial ring with his divine senses to retrieve the pieces of divine gold. The four pieces of ore appeared in his hands, and their presence soon elicited a flurry of mirages as the surrounding space seemed to undergo a profound change. Each piece of divine gold projected its own unique mirage—the Clearwater Divine Gold depicted a bright moon over the sea, while the Sun and Moon Divine Gold portrayed a colossal black-and-white fish swimming as if it were the world's eye. The Sky-Soil D

It can't be. *** The previous day, below the city's ground... The black haired girl skipped through the falling ceiling and dead bodies. She stopped just outside of storage. Her hair swung, revealing a golden eagle with red eyes on her leather jacket. "Where are the rest?" asked someone behind her. She turned around, revealing her green eyes and tanned skin. Her short frame doesn't make her afraid despite the blonde muscular guy standing in front of her. "They're coming," she answered. "Good. Do you have any information on Victor Clyde?"

Their entire bodies were releasing powerful auras. Darryl saw that their armors were different from the knight attire he had seen before. Furthermore, there was also a six-pointed star on their chests. 'Who are these two people? Why are they here?' Darryl frowned as he stared at them. He was shocked when he felt their strength. 'Sh*t, they are saint emperors!' With one more level of upgrade, they would be at the saint god level. Wow! At that time, the two men in golden armor also stared at Darryl. They did not have any facial expressions; they looked cold.