Oblivion Iron Armor Novels & Stories

"But they are coming for a world that is no longer prey. You are the Shield! You are the Architect! Stand your ground!" On the ground, the war began before the first star could blink. Nevan stood at the head of the "Iron Vanguard"—a legion of human soldiers I had spent three years training in the shadows. They didn't have high-tech exoskeletons. They had armor forged from the scrap of the old world, etched with Leo’s silver-wire runes. They carried blades that hummed with the "Quiet." The sky above Moscow tore open.

When he finished speaking, Kirou looked at Bladesmith with a raised eyebrow. It was only now that Bladesmith realized why the armor on Kirou seemed so strong. It was made from the overlord of the northern swampland along with the elites of many races in there as secondary materials. Nodding his head, Bladesmith opened his mouth, "Since you got bones, you can leave 'em with me and I'll make you some claws and other weapons out of them if you have no plans on using them yourself."

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.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

After being regaled by the new merchandise, Theo purchased an Elvish hybrid armor, which enchanted his clothes to stay intact when shifting and the armor morphed it's shape whether he was in human form, wolf or lycan or celestial form or hybrid forms. The armor was crafted by blacksmiths in The Great Willow Tree and made from metal mined by dwarfs in the Silver Star Mountains. There were enchanted gems and crystals from the Crystalline Forest that cloaked the wearer from view and projected out a shield of energy. The shield lasted as long as the wearer’s mental endurance could hold out. For lycan warriors, it would be a piece of cake. Before he departed, Theo was quickly persuaded to put the

But now he was an armored titan. Mane was clad fully in a sea blue armor that complemented his eyes well. The helmet of the armor covered his entire face, exposing only his deep blue eyes. The armor looked strong and powerful, and was complete with a sword. The sword was no simple blade. For it sparkled with lightning and rang out with thunder. It was large and heavy, and made entirely out of stone, just like the armor was.

He had thought of naming them earlier; he would call them the 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies with Metallic Armor. 'Since they're zombies with metallic armor, they should receive better armor.' Lucas activated the Points Mall in his mind and started to search for something. Ripple Metallic Armour: Capable of increasing one’s defense by 10 percent. Price: 10000 points. Lucas bought 18 Ripple Metallic Armors without a second thought. Subsequently, with the Fusion Grid in his mind, he equipped the 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies with Ripple Metallic Armor. All of a sudden, the 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies became genuine 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies with Metallic Armour.

"Amber, this is for you. It looked like your size, so I went ahead and got it." The Soft Inner Armor, crafted from shimmering silvery-white metal, radiated elegance and hardly seemed related to armaments. "It's sparkling, so beautiful," Olivia was mesmerized. "Ha. When you're older, I'll pass it on to you," Amber chuckled, carefully storing the armor aside and returning to her breakfast, her eyes filled with appreciation for Alexander. The family wrapped up their breakfast amid cheerful laughter. "Come on, I'll take you to school," said Alexander, grabbing the backpack and heading for the door.

Everything was like new. The rusted weapons became new as well, their edges sharp and their surface glowing with runes and enchantment. Gold like lava seeped into the cracks of the forge, flowing like a river. Symbols etched into the stone walls pulsed with renewed energy, ancient runes flickering to life. Then, at the very center of the forge, something shifted. A panel slid open, revealing two figures encased in stone. Armor. One was dark silver with streaks of gold, the metal looked like liquid moonlight. The other was deep obsidian with streaks of violet color that pulsed with an energy that crackled like lightning.

"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.