Oblivion Iron Armor Novels & Stories

Zuberi growls under his breath, typing another message with aggressive thumps of his small fingers. She is putting the armor on right now! He is picking her up at dusk! If you don't show your face at the Eclipse Den, I am personally helping the Northern Lord pack her bags! While Zuberi fumes in the corner, I step behind the dressing screen and fasten the moon-iron scales over my torso. The armor molds perfectly to my body, light as a second skin yet tough enough to stop a broadhead arrow. The flared silver greaves trail down like a sea-serpent’s tail, catching every flicker of the torchlight.

It was Andrius’ turn. “Lord Mercer! I have a set of Thunderforge Armor and a supreme-grade Erinyes Pill. They can significantly defend against tribulation when ascending to the Divine Realm and prevent the entanglement of heart demons. Used together, they can increase the success rate of overcoming the tribulation by at least thirty percent!” The Thunderforge Armor was prepared by Cedric during his divine tribulation in the past. It was formed with iron from a meteor and tempered with thunder from the nine heavens, able to weaken over sixty percent of divine lightning.

“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

It was a two-handed weapon that looked difficult to wield, but Avril assured me she was proficient at it. Prince Thorn and his mate, Princess Ariana, were with us. Thorn's armour was also made from Phaikón Árgyron. Instead of being mail, it was an intricately designed chest plate. Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated.

In the heavy armor, Isabella felt as if her legs were filled with lead, making each step laborious. She took a deep breath, using her core strength to try and maintain a valiant appearance. After numerous adjustments and attempts, her steps began to look more confident and graceful. The armor, instead of seeming cumbersome, added a substantial and authentic feel to her portrayal. Unlike many productions that use lightweight, superficial props, this armor, crafted from real iron, was heavy and lent a genuine sense of the historical battlefield.

Nero used the opening to rip her pincer free, backing away as the beast thrashed blindly in the dirt. "Their armor is too thick!" Nero shouted, dodging a sweeping strike from the second Goliath. "My hydraulics can't crack their primary plates!" Ren lay behind the rusted iron, his chest heaving, his body refusing to obey him. But his mind was razor-sharp. The Leviathan was exhausted, leaving the Scribe in absolute control. > [BIOMETRIC SCAN: TRENCH-GOLIATH] > Armor Density: High (Calcium Carbonate/Silicate matrix).

Moriah was gazing at his reflection. His tight black armor was made from iron, the breastplate was lined with transmuted thin craft of gold, the symbol of his army Wolf was carved in the left side of the plate. He saw his gesture in the mirror, as cold as always, two piercing and cruel eyes, small stubble around his chin. He blinked, slightly wondering why he was looking at himself, it was unlike of him. It was also a big day for him.

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.

That strange shimmer I had noticed over their clothing grew until the crisp and elegant lines of their suits morphed into armored plates and thick leather straps. They covered their chest and torso and ran over their shoulders to their lower backs. Apollo’s was the same shade of bronze as his hair, while Helion wore a suit of pure gold. Cains was dark as night itself, and Erebos silver armor sparkled merrily. Each had designs etched into the metal, too small and elaborate for me to make out. “Protect the crowds without killing the dragons. I’m getting her out of here, then I’ll be back.” I tensed at Dain’s words and pulled myself from his grasp.

However, this human figure was much taller and stronger than ordinary people. Moreover, the rolling black Qi condensed into a layer of armor on his body. The armor was pitch-black, and countless blood runes were carved on its surface. They were dazzling, dense, and twisted like maggots. One could feel a strong hatred, regret, despair, anger, and unwillingness. It almost turned into a strong curse and went straight into one's brain. "On top of zombies is a corpse general, like a duke leading a territory." Master Eva Green recited as she looked at the armored zombie.