Plot Armor Artinya Novels & Stories

His face turned red almost instantly. “What… what manner of armor is this?” His voice cracked. “Not armor.” Geoff’s grin widened wickedly. “Lingerie.” Keenan’s eyes swept the displays in horror and fascination. He leaned closer to one mannequin, frowning at a lacy bra. “It offers no protection. The stomach is bare, the chest, exposed. This would get a soldier killed.” “It’s not for fighting,” Geoff said. “It’s for… other battles.” Keenan’s blush deepened. “Ah.” He cleared his throat, stepping back like the lace itself might burn him. “Other battles.”

Iris said, and Roger nodded. “Now, Arman, Dominic, Stavros… I need to have a balance of all the armed forces available… We need to know the headcount and level of training. Teams and designated commanders for each group,” I said, and they nodded. “Just so you know, in my realm we have worked on a special armour…” Dominic surprised me, “It is light and quite effective, but it is bulletproof, leaving very few vulnerable spots for our guys to get hit with a bullet… in this case, the serum,” he informed me, and I smirked.

He gestured to a pair of mannequins at the center of the room, each adorned with intricate suits of armor. Lyra’s armor was a masterpiece, a combination of sleek silver and deep blue. The breastplate was etched with subtle wolf motifs, a nod to her Lycan heritage, and accented with shimmering gemstones that glowed faintly with protective enchantments. The design allowed for flexibility, ensuring that she could move with the grace and speed her wolf demanded.

It looked new and it was tailored to my taste. “This is the finest armor I had made for you. Made with the finest steel and breathable. I know you don’t like restriction. I made Gilly imbue some magically properties in the armor. It will make you faster and more precise. It can deflect attacks easily and it will protest you from any form of harm.” He said.

The first time Lyra saw dragon battle armor in person, she finally understood why humans once feared dragons enough to write myths about them. The armor wasn’t just protective gear—it was a declaration. A warning. A promise of violence wrapped in black leather and ancient craftsmanship. And Vaelrion, standing in the bedroom fastening the dark armor along his forearms, looked like a creature carved for war. “This is unnecessary,” she said, though her voice lacked conviction.

The Protective Battle Armor focused on defense and was made of Wilbur's spiritual energy, lightning, and Dragon Power. The runes that formed on it were all defensive runes as well. As Wilbur's strength increased, the defensive capabilities of the armor increased to a horrifying level as well. The moment the armor was formed, the bullets rained down on it like a violent torrent. At that moment, the constant explosions were heard, and smoke was everywhere. The whole plaza was filled with smoke caused by the explosions. Seymour laughed maniacally as he continued to frantically show off his firepower. That terrifying firepower lasted for about three minutes, completely depleting all the ammuniti

Neither Mom nor Dad spared me a backward glance. From that day onward, I learned to stand on my own two feet. I had to take care of myself. I was only six years old when I faced the loneliness, the danger, and the helplessness of life on my own. I forced myself to be strong and resilient. I forced myself to be independent. I made sure to build a tough armor around myself to protect myself from harm. My armor was close to perfect during my childhood and teenage years. However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor.

And her eye brows were raise as she read the line by line, before she looked at me. “Hmm, Yes…this includes they...they are also part of the military branches..and their race are really proud of their figures and also the state of their armor…they believe in a beauty of physical strength…..so, I hope that instead of designing their current armor…just added a small details so that they can be more uniformed with the main army…also designed a formal uniform for them…let’s just say, the bikini armor is their battle attire…so you would have to design something that can be use in a daily activities…”.

He throws me a glare before disappearing out the window that Lyza slides open. She glanced at me with an amused smile. "I only heard half of that conversation," she chuckles. "He's just being a baby because I won't let him have his armor back," I sigh. "Armor?" "Yeah, it's a special metal that goes over his talons, he can cause a lot more damage with them, so I've kept them hidden. He used to kill people when he was upset," I explain. "Wow I'm kinda starting to miss when my life wasn't so crazy," she murmurs with a sigh.

Seeing that a few persons were able to identify it, Kirou hid a smirk as he waited for those in the know to share the info with the rest. After seeing that everyone had a look of realization on their face, Kirou spoke up once more, "As you guys can tell, that is an armor design. To be specific, it's an incomplete design." When the rest heard his words, they revealed shocked expressions, especially the ones who noticed what the drawing was at first glance.