Shadow Paladin Cardfight Vanguard の小説・ストーリー

Two other candelabra stood at the center and at the other end of the table, lighting the faces of the wielder dining in with a blast of deep crimson. Shiela munched the last of her rice before clearing her throat and saying, in a rather clear and important voice, “Zorphe is already under the enemy’s clutch. While doing patrol, we had to separate in two teams and sneak around to not get noticed by these wielders.” She sighed as she twirled the spoon in her hand. “There are two groups threatening this land. One, those masters they called ‘Phantoms,’ which as their name suggest, a bodiless (not the literal one, she added to the horrified look on the Magistrates faces) wielders whose a master of

“There are three cards that signify different meanings. The BLACK card is the most common; it’s the one you get when you get invited to a fight. This BLACK card comes with a written letter, the time, and the location for your pickup, and at that exact time, you’ll be brought to the fighting ring where you’ll fight until one of you dies. After this fight, the sum of 50 million dollars is given to the winner in cash, alongside 50 investors’ 1-kilogram gold bar, which weighs about 32.15 troy ounces, with an approximate value of $130,000 - $140,000.” “The RED card. Not very common, it’s only given to players who have hit the top list and survived several fights. The RED card means the final figh

Her smile, laced with blood, looked haunting. A Haunt swept in, scattering the cash and gold bars from the car. Sparks flew, and the flames roared to life with a loud whoosh. I pulled a gold bar from my pocket. "Hear me, infant spirits, it's time for our final showdown!" The winds howled as I watched my mom wail in despair. Her tears were for her wealth, not a shred of worry for me. I spun around and plunged into the swirling darkness without a second thought.

"The vanguard master slot demands a higher tier of ballistic shielding. The aesthetics are absolute perfection." "The ranking is flawless," one of the younger pack enforcers muttered from the back bench, his eyes wide with raw ambition. "My wolf intends to claim that vanguard master slot before the winter cycle concludes." Vicky polished the silver crest on his breastplate, his gold eyes dropping onto the lower-ranking soldiers with pure, aristocratic disdain. "Do your subroutines genuinely register the delusion that any baseline stray can occupy the master frequency?"

Humans may not be as powerful as the immortals, but their sheer numbers would be impossible to defeat. "We're asking you to begin collecting your own army. Track Lycaon and clean up the messes he's bound to make. Dwindle his numbers until you're confident you can defeat him. Then bind him with silver and bring him to us. He draws most of his power from the wolves bound to him, so each kill will weaken him," said the balding vampire. "We agree to provide you with all the resources you need," the strawberry-blonde added. "Right now, most of the loyal guards have been dispatched in similar missions," she said, nodding slightly at Empusa, then Sekhmet, indicating the two former guards now standi

The kind of chaos that eats everything in its path. Figures darted between trees and sculptures, flitting through hedges like wraiths. Muzzle flashes burst like fireflies in the dark—short, brutal flashes of violence, gone as quickly as they came. Some of the shadows I recognized. My men. Moving in practiced formation. Efficient. Lethal. Others wore the snake insignia. Viktor's. I exhaled slowly and checked the chamber of my pistol. Loaded. Full clip. One in the chamber. I was ready.

] [Chronal Shield: Active. Instantly, the slow-motion effect shattered. The Vanguard soldiers dropped to the floor, but before they could raise their weapons, the newly activated platinum defense arrays around the pedestal fired a continuous pulse of blinding white light. The electromagnetic fields short-circuited every single piece of modern tactical gear, night-vision visors, and automatic weapon systems the mercenaries were carrying. Their guns became nothing but useless pieces of heavy metal in their hands. "What is this magic?!" the Vanguard commander yelled, his tactical visor smoking and sparking against his face as he stumbled backward in panic. "Our scanners said this place was dead

I finished sipping my wine and hurriedly left the hall before she pushed me to do unimaginable things to her. I was about to drive out when she approached me again, but this time around she was with a blue card. "What do you want?" I asked, staring at my steering. "She's not to be trusted!" My wolf said; immediately, she stretched out the blue card to me. I accepted the card and zoomed off, hopefully, I will be able to contact Amelia and find a way Amelia could leave that pack. I don't know why I am doing all this, but my heart keeps pushing me to her each time I plan on taking a step back.

It raised its sword and a second after that, all the skeletons stopped moving. (Different from a death knight, this version is not only stronger but it can also use magic.) “What is that thing?” “I’ve never seen it before.” “A death knight? It looks different.” Mumbles from the people behind him were filled with their confusion. Of course they’ve never seen one. Death paladins were high ranked monsters after all. It was rare enough to meet a death knight. “That’s a death paladin. Be careful, it is strong.” A random Hunter spoke up. He was wearing a dark green cloak that covered his head, concealing a part of his face. On his chest was a Hunter tag. It was bronze, a Champion rank.

The army froze instinctively, wolves crouching, dragons lowering their wings, witches murmuring protective wards, and vampires tensing, their senses sharp for the first sign of danger. Charlie stepped forward, his hands already tracing complex runes in the air, muttering under his breath. “Ah, yes. Classic Shadowcraft. This is a ward designed to detect emotional energy, especially the kind that pulses from bonded mates. It’s… insidious. It won’t harm the strong physically, but it can disorient and separate if triggered incorrectly.” Nalia’s phoenix wings flared as she hovered, inspecting the shimmering barrier. “So we can’t just rush it. We have to… guide ourselves through, carefully.”