Novel & Cerita Strongest Iron Man Suit

After moving the curtains, I cursed at my mate, Zaliver. The room had metal blinds. Like literally, metal blinds that were closed and bolted to the frame so I wouldn’t try to jump out, I guess. It kind of reminded me of Iron Man, but I somehow doubted that the wolf god had time to sit around and watch Tony Stark be a billionaire, playboy—whatever. I tilted my head at the strong shield-like blinds. Were these already here even before I got in?

To keep him alive—and to keep the world safe from him—Aris and the Supremacy engineers had crafted the "Cradle-Suit." It was a masterpiece of obsidian and glass, a life-support system that felt like a mobile coffin. The Weight of the Separation Leo sat on the edge of a reinforced slab in the Spire’s highest level. Every movement felt heavy, the suit’s internal servos whirring to compensate for the radiation density of his own limbs. He reached out to touch a nearby table, but the thick, armored gloves robbed him of the sensation of wood. He felt only the mechanical feedback of the suit’s sensors.

Then, a splatter of blood shot out from the man’s mouth. “How is that possible? The Chimera Armor’s the strongest defense! No matter how strong the opponent is, the user should never be hurt!” Ethan cried out uncontrollably. “Brute force!” Maxim uttered through a small smile. Zephyr had no choice but to use raw strength against his opponent. Although the Chimera Armor was of godly make, it relied more on energy than potential power, so much so, that it was almost helpless against brute force.

Neither Mom nor Dad spared me a backward glance. From that day onward, I learned to stand on my own two feet. I had to take care of myself. I was only six years old when I faced the loneliness, the danger, and the helplessness of life on my own. I forced myself to be strong and resilient. I forced myself to be independent. I made sure to build a tough armor around myself to protect myself from harm. My armor was close to perfect during my childhood and teenage years. However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor.

c The policemen were bloodied, overwhelmed and exhausted as all their bullets bounced off the KWE vest [these vests were made from Black iron ore and Milthril ore. Light as a feather but with infinite durability. Vulnerable only to lightning and laser beams]. I felt no pity for the policemen, rather my rage kept on building as the words Lawrence spoke echoed in my head.

Even though the feeling was strange, she couldn't help but submit to it. “Alpha Kaylon!” The four men grasped as they were staring at the huge man who stood six-feet-ten-inches tall and was wearing full combat armor. They know that the armor was personally made and was able to resist silver weapons. The man's expensive cloaks were dancing in the cold air that added superiority to his presence.

There was only the mist, the terrifying silence, and the ghost of the man who had built my nightmare. "Look at you," CEO Vane said, his voice cutting through the silver quiet without the aid of a comms-unit. He stepped down from the ramp of the black interceptor, his "Void-Suit" shimmering with a fluid, white-gold lattice that looked like it had been spun from the crust of the cracked moon. "Still clutching that broken piece of iron. Still pretending that a scrapper’s blade can cut through the fabric of reality, #3."

I mean, who doesn’t want to live in a castle! I heard a whine and I looked up, Sam was back, his tail was wagging but more importantly he had my toy! “My Iron Man!” I held out my hands, hoping he would give it back and not run off with it. Slowly he opened his mouth and let me take it. “Hey, you know Iron Man, right? His real name is Tony Stark, but he doesn’t have powers, so he made a suit for the bad guys! Like Batman!”

Victor was the only Knight to have successfully worn the suit without it ripping the wearer apart, but the suit had one ability that set it apart from the rest of its sister suits. It could turn the power of the enemy against them while amplifying the power of the wearer’s current strength by 1000% “Give up my son you will not win against me!” “NO, I WON’T GIVE UP, FOR FAITH, WE MOVE ONTO DAWN!” Kent roared. Kent unleashed his power in one fell stroke as his father’s hands were slowly being crushed by the sheer force of his son’s grip. Victor kicked him in the chest as he lunged back a few steps, Kent tried to close the gap as quickly as he could before he could punch him.

Well, yes, she was not quite a werewolf. More precisely, she also had a transformation, but not into an animal, but into an iron man. She could change any part of her body to metal. Not even quite metal, there was some kind of alloy, which is known only to her race. I only knew that there was little that could penetrate it, at least the bullets did not take it ... Her ship, on which she once flew, was made of the same alloy.