Storm Godspeed You Black Emperor の小説・ストーリー

His terse statement made her heart drop a thousand feet into the pit of her stomach. Keira Logan, you're doomed!

Storm took his hand in a handshake and…. “Mother fucker!!!,” The man shouted, snapping his palm away from Storm’s hold eyes wide. Mother fucker indeed. She stared at her palm, still tingling from the painful zap she had felt from Blue’s touch and suddenly she was propelled down memory lane, just about twenty-four hours ago when she had felt this same thing. In the Alpha’s room, while he was sitting bare-chested staring up at her with cold eyes as she explained how her herbs could heal his wounds instantly.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!" The sun emperor could no longer contain his anger. He roared as loud as he could to the sky. He hated, deeply hated himself for being unable to save anyone, even his own children and wife who died because of his weakness. The black dragon seemed happy to see humans mourning the sadness in their hearts. It was truly satisfying, and he even felt like he wanted to continue watching humans fall into the abyss of despair like the Sun Emperor. Just as the black dragon was feeling pleased with the Sun Emperor's sadness, he suddenly sensed a familiar aura approaching him. The black dragon's smile disappeared, replaced by a cold stare when he realized that someone he knew was coming. So

Thunderstrike takes a slow sip of coffee. Thunderstrike: “New class record: nine minutes, fifty-seven seconds. Previous record was twenty-three minutes by a pantheon of war gods who no longer exist.” He salutes us with the coffee mug. Thunderstrike: “Lesson one: Myths are just stories that forgot they can be edited. You six just red-penciled the entire library.” The obsidian floor beneath us etches six new names in glowing violet: BLACKBIRD · COYOTE · SUN · THUNDER · FOX · SCHOLAR

"If I make a move, I'm afraid the three of you won't have a chance." "Okay, then we won't be polite!" The Sad God Great Emperor shouted loudly. The next moment his hand shook, a pair of extremely large black long swords appeared in his palm, from which came a rolling and cruel demonic aura, filled with a light of destruction, directly slashed at Tadhg Walter's head. At the same time, the Great Emperor of Hate Dragon and the Hate to Kill the Great Emperor also condensed their resentment into a long spear and a Black Sword, both of which emitted billowing murderous aura, directly attacking Tadhg Walter full body.

They were crushed by the explosive storm. Miserable screams came from the storm. At this time, a bloody cloud rushed out of the storm and fled. It was the Blood Emperor. He looked miserable. The sea of blood that had blotted out the sky before couldn't even be regarded as a river of blood now. If his sea of blood could be regarded as a sea of blood before, it was just a small pool of blood now. In the starry sky, a huge head, with a long bloody tail, rushed toward the depths of the starry sky as fast as lightning.

“Serena—listen to me. You’re not his. You’ve never been his!” Elias, shaking from the effort, drew in a breath so sharp it tore his lungs. His body erupted in a storm of silver lightning, every strand of hair glowing, every vein alight. He raised his hand to the storm above, and with a roar that split the clouds, he unleashed it. The Silver Tempest. Bolts of lightning the size of spears rained from the heavens, crashing down into Fenris’s shadows. For the first time, the god’s smirk faltered. The shadows shuddered, recoiling, and Serena dropped for a heartbeat before the god’s grip snapped tight again.

After a few hours, the remnant spirits became a lot more transparent the storm dragons were see-through, the clouds were sparse and the lighting rain was now but a drizzle. The Harpy and Abyss Emperor weren't in better shape, their attacks had lost its gusto and they were going through the motions at this point. This was Xasha's Cue to join the party. He launched into the air, compressing the air into a giant hammer, and slammed down on the Abyss Emperor's forehead. His attack was launched with his full strength behind it. However, the Emperor only got pushed back a few hundred feet.

A ring of fire hung in the heavens—a black sun surrounded by a corona of burning white. The light in the room was strange, washing everything in grayscale. In the center of the room stood the God-Shell. It was finished. Fifty feet tall. Black iron armor plates etched with glowing red runes. It looked like a knight built for a titan. The chest cavity was open, revealing a seat lined with neural spikes. Standing before it was the Emperor. He wasn't in his exoskeleton. He was wearing ceremonial robes of white and gold. He looked frail, tiny against the backdrop of the machine and the dying sun.

Fenris yelled from the front. I looked out the reinforced window. The sky wasn't green anymore. It was **Black**. One of the Reaper ships had rebooted. But it wasn't firing spores. It was descending slowly, its obsidian hull transforming. It wasn't a ship anymore. It was becoming a massive, multi-legged **Colossus**, a metal god designed to crush anything that moved. And standing on the head of the Colossus, silhouetted against the dark sky, was a figure that made my heart stop.