Novel & Cerita Robot Knights

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Jumping down the kitchen aisle, I put the tools I'd borrowed from the guard earlier and head out of the kitchen to go directly to his room, avoiding stepping on the glass pieces spread over the floor. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I take the stairs and push the door open of his room, revealing the broken furniture and the dark-colored scheme of his room, which has me pull open the door by the doorknob all the way to step inside, and air knocks on my lung when my eyes find him sitting on the floor, pressing the barrel of his gun below his throat! "Oh, my god! Lincoln! No!" I shriek in horror. He looks startled at my scream, and his eyes snap at me; it scares me how dark and gloomy his eye

When it was 5 in the evening Arnold signaled his trusted Assistant Roasty. He had designed the robot in such a way that it couldn’t be controlled by the others and it responded to the commands given only by him. If someone else tried to control Roasty it would shut down instantly. “Roasty, You have to keep a watch on, screen number five. You should be able to see me at all times. In case you see me in danger deploy Squadron Spice ( A team of robots that have varying capabilities just like spices) to rescue me. Is that clear.”

][ ACTIVATING DEFENSE PROTOCOL. From the shadows of the server racks, droids emerged. Not the clumsy security bots. These were Spider-Tanks. Fast, agile, with machine guns mounted on their backs. "Jack! Hold them off!" Sebastian yelled. "Kenji! Jack in! Kill the upload!" Jack dropped the plushie. He pulled out a grenade launcher (hidden inside the plushie).THUMP. The first grenade hit a Spider-Tank. BOOM. "Eat this, you metal crabs!"

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

I whispered and pointed to the edge of the canyon. There, half buried in the dust, there was an old reconnaissance robot. He wasn't from Titan, like the drones in Ouroboros. He was made of simple, rusty steel. And he glowed not. He was destroyed. But the hole in his chassis looked like it was from have been blown to the outside. “Something got out of these machines,” Kael said, and his Face darkened. “Theta does not answer because there are no more bunkers AI. There.

They didn't have wheels; they rode on localized anti-gravity repulsors that scorched the glowing blue moss beneath them, leaving a trail of dead, smoking black ash in their wake. The riders were clad in the same pristine white armor as Captain Reyes, but their faces were hidden behind featureless, golden visors. And in their right hands, they didn't hold rifles. They held Plasma Lancesnine-foot poles of collapsible durasteel tipped with a crackling, superheated blade of yellow plasma. They were high-tech knights arriving for a slaughter. "They’re using the trees to funnel us!" Captain Reyes yelled over Tank's shoulder. "Their repulsors give them the high ground! We can't outrun them in the m

It hardly missed the targets. "Let's hit it all at once and hit it hard,"Koyala told his crew. They tried and tried but it seemed like the robot was only growing stronger. Kralis and Kran got in. "It is learning your moves and using it against you. Go for the back, that is where it is powered from," Yelled Kralis.

Floating debris—screws, dust, old cables—drifted through the air. "Magnetic boots engaged," Jackson tapped his heels. Click. His boots locked onto the metal floor, grounding him. Serenity did the same next to him. "Stay tight," Liam warned, his voice echoing in their comms. "They are waiting." Suddenly, the red lights turned off. Pitch blackness. Then, bright blue optics flared in the dark. Hundreds of them. They weren't human guards. They were Void Droids—spidery, multi-limbed robots designed for zero-gravity repair and combat. They clung to the walls and ceiling like metallic insects.

He took off a panel from one of its legs and revealed a keyboard. "What was the code...?” He murmured while the soldiers recovered and began to use deadlier weapons like grenades, rail guns and some of them called for reinforcements. Andrew typed the password, and the robot kneeled while its chest cavity opened. Inside it, a barrier protected the area of the cockpit. Using one of its hands, it put Andrew on the cockpit before closing again. "Deactivate barrier." The barrier of the EXO disappeared while Andrew began to switch on different parts of the robot. With a rumbling sound, it came to life as a sharp needle pierced Andrew's nape. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and opened them aga