Romans & histoires Sasori Puppet

A freezing wind carrying the scent of damp earth, death, and overflowing rage instantly swept through the room, snuffing out every ritual candle in a single breath. The Pope’s magic vortex was snapped violently. The old man was thrown forward, coughing as the debris of destruction filled the air. In the shattered threshold of the wall, a man stood amidst a thick, black fog. His black hair was disheveled, his shirt torn in several places, and his crimson eyes glowed intensely in the darkness. In his right hand, a jet-black sword enveloped in hissing flames crackled. The Grand Temple, which was said to be untouchable, now lay half-demolished beneath his feet.

"You’re not absorbing the field. You’re feeding it back." Sora didn't walk; he surged. Every step left a blackened footprint on the sterile floor. He reached out and grabbed the edge of the metal console, his fingers melting through the alloy as if it were wax. The high-frequency hum emitting from his body reached a pitch that made Aidan’s ears bleed. "You wanted a weapon, Aidan," Sora said. His voice was no longer a single tone, but a layered, mechanical growl. "But you forgot that weapons don't have masters. They only have targets."

Sebastian replied casually, delivering a kick that sent one of the corpse puppets flying. The puppet let out a miserable cry as it flew toward the darkness where the Tri-Sage Master stood.

This can’t be happening! “Don’t get it twisted, Witch!” The name is new, but the trademark snarl that goes with the slogan is a unique identifier, even if I can’t see him. Much like thunder, the roar of Hirosai Kurosai is utterly unmistakable. All the angst I was hoping to work off coalesces once more into that state of wild panic. A bunny caught in the wolf’s jaws. Rather than a mouse subject to the entertainment whims of the ket, there is no real question—it’s for kill rather than sport.

Its featureless helm turned slowly, first to Kairi, then to me, as if recalculating. “Who sent you?” Kairi demanded, his voice cold and hard as the bands of light. The assassin remained silent. “The armor is a sealed system,” Silas said, rising to his feet, the lure dissolving now that its purpose was served. “No life signs. No consciousness to interrogate. It’s a puppet.”

Sakura says as she places her palm against the back of my hand and rubs gently. He ripped off another man’s limbs. They had to amputate it because they couldn't save it. What the actual fuck?! Hell no. Just no. That’s terrifying. “You were right Sakura”. I would laugh, but I’m so out of it, it’s not even funny. “Right about what?”. Her hand stills against mine— she tilts her head at me in clear confusion. “I truly have no idea who I’m dealing with”. “Wait!…Are you saying Aronohai ripped Takahashi’s limbs off?”. I can always trust Sakura to put things together. Even when I don’t even sound coherent.

His slanted eyes flash as he waited for the Heroes to take initiative to say something first. The tanned guy with a scar face gritted his teeth as he look at the guy displayed on the virtual screen, so are the Heroes present. The guy with gold rimmed glasses and clothed with that out dated laboratory gown was of course their enemy secretly and out of the public eyes sight. This guy is a 'Sotíras' but were last at the food chain as he only specialized in experimenting different species and turning them his own machine he could use to fight the monsters or putting it himself, inside his body or outside the body literally.

"This is our fault, Elder Langdon. We won't do it again!" "Elder Langdon, I refined this puppet using my oldest disciple. His physique is strong, and he's a martial nirvana. Please treat this as my apology." Thorn suddenly remembered he had a good-quality zombie puppet and quickly offered it.

The puppet was terrifying because its physical body had been specially treated and refined, so it was as hard as black iron and indestructible. It was an Earth Immortal puppet, which was even more terrifying. Leng Rui had an Earthly Immortal puppet, which meant that his family had a strong background. Chu Xun shook his arm, and dragon roars rang out in his body. His limbs and bones were all shining with multicolored light, and his skin was glowing with purple light.

This was also the reason why he had a slow execution of his abilities. Sistela questioned him when she saw the ball-like object. He did not answer immediately, yet, he threw another 4 pieces of it. 5 pieces of ball-like objects were scattered on the ground about 4-7 steps ahead of him. "Just some toys made from spider webs." He answered after he thrown the five balls made from spider webs. Seconds later, he finally saw the name and red bars on top of the enemy's heads when they closed at 10 meters distance away from him.