Oblivion Iron Armor Novels & Stories

She pulled back just enough to look at me. “What are you planning now?” There it was. Not if. What. I took a breath. “I’m designing armor,” I said. Her brows rose. “Armor?” “Personal combat armor,” I clarified. “For the Shadows. Lightweight. Flexible. Resistant to silver, wolfsbane, spell penetration. Something that doesn’t slow them down, but doesn’t let them die easily either.” Her hand tightened in my coat. “You’re preparing for casualties.” “I’m preparing to prevent them.”

Earth had been transformed into an interstellar fortress armed to the teeth. On the top floor of Sterling Tower, Katherine secured a chest plate shimmering with dark gold and ice-blue light onto Jack’s torso. This was the "Valkyrie-Apex" combat armor. It was the flawless fusion of Earth’s highest tech, the Old Ones' divine runes, and the Remnant Fleet’s anti-entropy alloys, custom-tailored for the Planet's Alpha.

The Black Bishop seemed shocked and responded, "You knew about Light Valley, and you have the Light Gloves. The Light Armor has finally appeared. Shouldn't you be happy about that? The Light Armor is from the middle dimension, after all. It's an armor created by the power of the universe's law from the middle dimension. It's almost impervious to all damage from the lower dimension. If you have the Light Armor, that's akin to gaining invincibility. No one can defeat you." Wilbur desired the Light Armor. However, he knew that nothing ever came free in life. The Black Bishop stole his bronze cauldron to talk to him about finding the Light Armor in Wearson Valley, so he was afraid that he would

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 opened the crate.

"Hiss! It's made of the skin and tendons of an Iron Rhinoceros? It can resist the attack of a martial artist at the eighth or ninth level of the Will Realm?" "Moreover, this armor made of the skin and tendons of an Iron Rhinoceros can also have a kind of innate supernatural power that allows the wearer to hide in the void and be difficult to detect!" "The value of such a precious armor is definitely not inferior to a five star divine artifact!" Elder Jin Yan of the Golden Dragon Clan couldn't help exclaiming. After hearing these words... Zephyr grinned and shamelessly thanked him. "Thank you, Senior Wine Sword Immortal, for giving me such a valuable treasure!"

Durability: 12/15 [Kobold's Armor] (Yellow): Armor made from High Kobold's hide. Effect: +20 health, +20 stamina, +5% physical resistance. Durability: 8/15 [Kobold Pants] (Yellow): Pants made of High Kobold Leather. Effect: +20 health, +5 agility, +5 damage resistance. Durability: 9/15

What the fuck is wrong with everyone in this castle? They freeze and tremble with fear when I run towards the bathtub. I have never had any ill will towards servants but I feel like strangling these two. Having my arms around Abi to lift her head up is the only reason I am not crushing their little necks right now. It takes a lot for me to subdue Titan, who is raging and wants to take over. I really had no idea what’s gotten to him. I am panting and burning up by the time they run off, but it’s not from anger. It’s her. I am not supposed to feel like this, I am not supposed to feel at all. It’s part of my mutation, a little price to pay for possessing the indestructible features of steel.

When Ves logged into Iron Spirit, he visited the support section in order to register a free virtual license. The game charged a lot of credits for the virtual license of the The Marlin Solutions 1004-HRF 5th Generation armor plating. Considering that anyone could make a living if they designed and sold even a halfway decent mech, the prices weren't unreasonable.

I stood in front of the floor length mirror, it was easily eight feet tall, framed in carved obsidian, pulsing with soft light like it had a heartbeat, and I swore I could feel it watching me. It hummed. Softly. Like a lullaby with sharp teeth. “Okay,” I breathed, adjusting the straps on my leather fighting gear. The armor was sleek, form fitting, reinforced with moon steel at the joints and collar. Comfortable, easy to move in. I felt like a warrior. At least on the outside. Inside? My stomach was a war zone.

Duggar straightened, but he didn’t rush. Good. He understood weight. He gestured toward the tributes. “These are offerings from the Silent Blues,” he said. “Forged in our lands. Carried through our battles. Not for display, but for use.” One of his men stepped forward, lifting a piece of armor, dark, reinforced, etched with subtle patterns that hummed faintly with energy. “Tempered with moonstone,” Duggar continued. “Resistant to both steel and magic.” Another brought forth a blade. Slim. Deadly. Its edge shimmered faintly, almost invisible in the light.