Novel & Cerita Special Strike Rebellion

“But I have everything I need, there’s nothing more to wish for!” “Just wish for something, Damon!” Daphne snapped playfully hitting my head, and our parent bursted out in a small laughter. The laughter and excitement in the cozy living room instantly turned into terror as the door was forced open with a loud crash. Armed men stormed into the house, their faces covered, their weapons drawn, and their voices filled with menace. The leader of the armed men sneered at our father, "You think you’re an hero right, you want to ruin DMW? Try doing that from your graves." He yelled as he pointed his gun to father’s head and cocked it.

The truth hit me hard and I couldn't utter a word. "You got your revenge. My men did it, but nothing goes for free. You know the deal. You are automatically declared as a member of the Strikers Sect." The man said and I grunted.

He becomes more and more isolated, cutting himself off from those who would challenge him and surrounding himself with sycophants and yes-men. Athena spoke up, "We need to come up with a strategy. We need to catch them off guard." Brian leaned back in his chair and said, "I might be able to help with that. I know a few people who might be willing to join our cause." Ardolf raised an eyebrow. "Who are they?" Brian hesitated for a moment before saying, "They're a group of rebels. They've been fighting against Luka for years. They're not the most... honorable group, but they hate Luka just as much as we do."

Strider, clad in Wyvern Peak’s battle suit, stood proudly before Jerome and shielded him. He emanated an aura that could shift the winds and shape eternity. His presence ignited an unprecedented surge of passion. Strider's appearance ignited a fervent wave of enthusiasm. Countless people cheered as excitement coursed through them. They thought it was the end for Jerome when he fell. Nobody had expected Strider, the newly appointed tenth battle warrior of Wyvern Peak, to arrive with an invincible demeanor.

The symbol of a broken covenant, the symbol of several more to come. So many horrible things came from this night. An entire town of people… dead. The town itself… uninhabitable. Too much bad energy. A result of a betrayal. A result of fighting. The result of a massacre. Two clans… ended. A Soulmate Union… betrayed. The sorrow for all of the losses was great, but the biggest grievance was the betrayal of the Soulmate Bond. The people made the choice to fight. They decided this was the hill they wanted to die on… or mountain, as it were. But the Soulmate Covenant? No. The Covenant should never have been treated in this manner, with this violence.

“There’s a brawl going on with Solomon’s men outside, and when they find out he’s dead and his power is up for grabs, all hell is going to break loose.” Rebel didn’t hesitate. He strode out into the melee, firing shots into the casino’s ceiling. The gunfire quieted the brawling wolves immediately. “Solomon’s dead.” Rebel looked out over the crowd of rebel wolves. “You answer to me now, and you’ll obey my rules.” Without warning, he turned and shot one of Solomon’s men in the leg, the one who’d tried to aid Solomon in hurting Sophia. The wolf crumpled to the ground, howling in pain as he clutched his leg. “What the fuck did you shoot him for?” one of the other wolves growled. Rebel snarled. “

The day's misfortune had taken it's toll on me that I totally forgot. "It is also the perfect day to attack because most of their security would be down during the celebrations." "Well you don't expect the ten of us to face them off guard, do you?" I asked. "Of course not. Remember I said odd fashion way. Rather than direct combat which clearly puts us at disadvantage we're going to employ FAG technique." "FAG?" "Yes. Fire, Arrows and Grenades. Luckily, we're in dry season and Greenville is surrounded by forests in the north, south, and east. We can start a fire in these places which will easily spread out." He pointed to the north region of the map.

After she spends about a few second digesting the battle plans I send to her, she looks as if she was enlightened by it, and wholeheartedly agrees to follow everything. "That's great, I planned this whole uprising need to be ended before this stampede months end…since everything has stopped naturally the rebels won't suspect anything such as we attacking them…besides, should we waited after the Stampede months, I'm sure they will get the outside support…by then the rebel will surely just a small part of the trouble…". It's clear to see that, the Rebel does have outside support to launch this civil war, Visma Nation, and the Battle Star Empire has been dipping their toes in this conflict and

"I am weak now....I am dying Alex and no one will be able to save me. But with the death of Vera...Rebel should not end" His eyes widen in disbelief. My trembling hands holding his hand on the daggers grip firmly. "This day henceforth. In name of all the times we fought injustice against women." "Give you the responsibility of carrying forward this legacy of protecting women and fighting for what is right." "I Vera Red announce you to be the Rebel."

The rebels were relentless. They weren’t just rebels—they were desperate. Clothed in stitched armor, wearing mismatched insignias, some limping or missing fingers. And yet—fierce. Too fierce for just a rogue group. “This isn’t normal,” Alaric muttered, blocking a heavy strike, slamming his sword through a man’s chest. “Someone’s funding them.” “Good. I need a new face to electrocute.” Lightning burst again from my palm, and this time the sky answered.