Novel & Cerita Soldier: 76 Reaper

The player was having the most powerful gun Groza. “Who is this guy?” asked Young Ho annoyed. There was supply drop in front of Lily. “Hurry!! Take it. Take it. Take ittttttt!” said Eun Ji and Lily took it immediately. She got M416 gun from it. Young Ho and Min Jun was still confused because of some player named Grim-reaper who suddenly came and is only targeting them. “Who is that b*stard???” asked Min Jun furiously while attacking him. “Who the hell is Grim_reaper?” asked Young Ho angrily.

I turned to him, my face full of concern. "We have to be super vigilant, reapers can now simply hunt you. You could end up in the void and I have no desire to have to retrieve you from that monotone realm," I mumbled bitterly. Ellis was nodding. I rubbed my eyes as my skin started to tingle, signaling another reaper close by. No sooner did I blink and Lestat entered into the hall where we were at, carrying a long sword. I cursed and pulled Ellis behind myself. He yelled,"what?" I told him a reaper had appeared and he looked around frantically as I clenched my fist and opened it calling on my family inherited scythe. All the Reoch members had one because my great grandfather Darassan, was onc

A gloved hand clamped over the sentry’s mouth, muffling a choke as the blade flashed—KA-BAR, seven inches, serrated—slashing throat to spine in one clean arc. Blood sprayed hot, then slowed, the body slumping limp. Reaper eased him down, wiping the blade on the guy’s sleeve, then flashed a hand signal—one down, clear. Inside the perimeter, another agent hunched by a makeshift campfire—orange flickers licking the dark, embers popping faint. He’d been out here too long, hands rubbing raw over the heat, M16 propped lazy against a crate.

No names on this job, only call signs. We have Reaper, Ghost, Shade, Viper and me, Blade. They were the best the clan ever trained, monsters I’d bled beside before I ever wore a professor’s jacket. Each one carried the feather scar somewhere on their body, each one owed Old Might their soul. But tonight they answered to me. Reaper, he's tall, shaved head, and his voice sounded like gravel. He was the first to speak. “Package count?”

The truck engine idles, a deep, mechanical growl that vibrates in the pavement beneath my boots. I press myself into the brick recess of the corner building, holding my breath. My heart hammers against my ribs like a trapped bird. The Reaper who stepped out of the garbage truck—a giant with a shaved head and a beard braided with metal rings—holsters his radio. "Load him up," he commands. Two more men jump out from the back of the truck. They wear black tactical gear, no cuts. Mercenaries? Or just Reapers dressed for war?

His actions will speak for him. We pull up in front of a normal-looking house. It is two stories and is the larger size but it looks nothing like what people would assume the leader would have. There is a garage with a nice yard and a wraparound porch. My mate thanks to the driver and then comes around and opens my door holding out his hand. I take it and get out and see that my bags are setting on the porch. Someone must have brought them here while we were at the reaping. We make our way up the steps and my mate unlocks the door and takes my bags in with him.

I muttered finally, picking up the earpiece, eyeing it with suspicious scrutiny. It was of great quality, military-grade, not the comms used for normal day to day missions. My stomach twisted with unease. Vladislav's "someone special" meeting was starting to like we were going for war. I dressed quickly, the black gear fitting like a second skin, designed for movement and stealth. The pants hugged my legs, shirt snug but flexible as i tucked it in ,fastening the waistbelt of the pants around it properly. I grabbed the harbingers from my desk along with the weapons belt I had stolen from the costume room before strapping it to my waist, securing them with the loops around my thighs. A hiss es

He stated that he was so sure of himself. "And besides, I'm also a leader of one of the Iron Claw warriors, so you don't expect me to be scared of a common female nurse." He proudly stated and released a snort while glancing all over me in disgust. I was already fed up with his utterances and silly remarks and wanted to react but was held back gently by Eason, who was one of the warriors of the Reapers. Eason was the top and strongest warrior of the Reapers. He was like a side man to me I'm a battlefield as his strength and power complimented mine. His strength in the war was always needed.

Fortunately, he was a cultivator of the supreme paragon, and he repaired his injuries by breathing in the rich power of heaven and earth in the surrounding space. After wiping the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, John stared at Severin and said, "No wonder you speak so arrogantly. It turns out that you have the Metal Armored Divine Soldier to rely on!" Because of Philbert's incident, the Primordial Sacred Land's Metal Armored Death Reaping Spear had not yet been found.

I refuse to become attracted to a female. "I'm a reaper, I don't feel for anyone or anything, I'm neutral in all things," I growl low and drain the glass, repeating the reaper oath in my mind. I slammed the glass down on the table and headed to my bedroom to shower and change. I glanced at the clock in my room as I towel dried my hair. It was still early, only eight in the morning. I wonder if I could see Ayira. I'm sure the coroner was already there retrieving her sister's body. Probably not a good time to visit, I thought and decided to only observe the residence. I dressed like I always do, black suit, black leather shoes. I straightened my tie, grabbed my black fedora and headed back out