Novelas y relatos de Orga Gundam Iron-blooded Orphans

The iridescent shields of Aegis mechs protected the Titans, who in turn covered the Legions from enemy fire. We had the advantage in numbers, but I was sure that this fight was going to be difficult. Nevertheless, it was time. Our last stand against Axion. For all those killed in the Iron War. For Taewi, for my father, and for every other pilot, soldier or civilian lost because of one corporation's insatiable greed. "Is everyone ready?" I called. A burst of silver and a blur of dust were all I saw before the Xiezhi stood before me.

Now, the Amazonian had a mission to join the Godly Food party. Liu Feng did Oritha a favour by informing Zen about the unexpected guest. As long as he could feed her something nice, the Amazonian joining them would be a great addition of talent. Besides, he could not see anyone loyal to food as an enemy. In due time, Oritha would prove to be one of their strongest allies. The woman might not be the smartest but she was undoubtedly one of the strongest in combat. Not even he could win against her when it came to raw power. That body was simply made different. She could turn titanium into a scrap if she wanted. It was why Guild Carnage scouted her.

Until Energygrid flew over and crystallize as many clones as she could. " Cynosore . Can you sense iron in a persons blood ? " Adrian said as she landed infront of us . " Uh yeah sure ? " Cynosore said . " Using this much power and stamina would have to me murder on a person's blood level. Try to find the Scapegoat with the lowest level of iron . " Energygrid said as she continued to blast at the clones that had dodged her first blast. " How do you know that will work ? " Cynosure said.

When the Gene Fighters heard this, pride immediately appeared on his face. "This is the Blood Eagle Organization." "Can I go in?" The Gene Fighters nodded, saying, "Of course you can go in. Blood Eagle Organization welcomes all Gene Fighters." Hearing that, Lucas did not stay any longer as he walked into the Blood Eagle Organization. The Blood Eagle Organization was like a small-scale base city. It had everything in it. ... The Gene Fighters followed and said to Lucas again, "Bro, you should also be a Gene Fighters, right?" Lucas nodded, saying, "Well, I am also a Gene Fighters."

They lunged together-Altair from the right, Andhara from the left. Altair swung his claws, creating sharp waves of energy. Andhara slashed with her sword, splitting the air and sending out slashes of pure energy. Algebar parried, but his body began to fall back. Small wounds began to appear on his body-a sign that despite his strength, he could not fight all three of them at once. "I am Orion's descendant!" roared Algebar. "I am the future of this world!" "Then..." Altair growled, "This world does not need your future."

“Argh! Superior… yes! Order of the Orion thinks of themselves as superior among others.” “Because they are superior,” Gen scoffed. She raised her head and looked at Ichiro. “Our ancestors were Templars, and we had the same oath, we fight for the glory of God, we trained to become the most skillful warrior and fight to maintain the balance of good and evil.”

The air suddenly turned freezing cold. The forest surrounding the temple fell silent. Then... They appeared. Thousands upon thousands of armored warriors emerged from the mist. Unlike the Shadow Legion, they made no sound. Their armor was black as obsidian. Their eyes burned with empty blue fire. Each carried an ancient weapon etched with forgotten symbols. Liam swallowed hard. "They're dead..." Orion nodded grimly. "The Fallen Legion." "The greatest army ever assembled." "They were buried after the First Age." Magnus tightened his grip on his axe.

Damian blade unsheathing earth-shatter roar, alpha-aura exploding: “Betas formation iron—diad, core the armored vein heart! Council—back the fuck or bleed with us!” Thorne snarled glee-battle manic, plate-mail claws extending scythe-curved: “Bleed? We join the slaughter—prove border fang-worth!” His loyal betas surged howling, fangs ripping abomination-throats gore-fountain, one gurgling: “For Thorne—tear void-guts!”

Small, sputtering steam-donkeys were mounted to its shoulders, spitting sharp bursts of gray vapor to stabilize the massive weight of the machine's limbs. Mounted to the exo-suit’s right forearm was a heavy, tri-barreled pneumatic rotary cannon. Standing inside the armored control cage of the machine was General Malvon, the supreme commander of the Iron Vanguard, his face scarred and rigid beneath his polished steel helm. "You brought a pack of wild dogs to an industrial slaughterhouse, Natalia," Malvon’s voice boomed through an acoustic brass horn mounted to the front of his armor. He did not waste time with a diplomatic warning. His hand yanked the primary firing valve on his control panel

The reinforced carbon-fiber shattered like glass, the soldier being thrown fifty feet across the Flats before his suit’s life-support could even register the trauma. The Iron-Guard Unleashed "CONTACT! CONTACT!" the Scout-Lance leader screamed, but the comms were already drowning in a wave of emerald static. From the cracks in the obsidian, the Iron-Guard erupted. They didn't move like a standard army. They moved with the synchronized, predatory instinct of a pack. Three dozen soldiers, their skin glowing with the "Black Bloom" infection, hit the Directorate line at a full sprint. The Stalker-Drones swiveled their turrets, firing bursts of violet plasma, but the Iron-Guard didn't dodge. They