Strongest Lantern Corps Novels & Stories

“We still do not have evidence!” “The soldiers have seen him and his mate,” another man speaks up. His name is Theodorus Anderson, the Emperor of Soloma and one of the strongest Lycans in the world. It is prophesied that no pure creature can kill him because he had been given a boon by the gods themselves. As a result, Theo had murdered countless hybrids and slaughtered villages in order to find them. With striking red eyes and a heavy build, he is the most experienced warrior and even at the age of sixty, he is easily the strongest one of the lot.

Standing before Orabella was Lucifer Agma, the esteemed leader of the foremost legion among the ten ace legions of The Light Council. His rank was exceptionally high within the council. Rumor had it that only the Pope surpassed him in authority, making him the second most influential person in the council. The Light Legion, led by him, was the strongest of the ten elite legions. Despite having only a hundred thousand soldiers, it remained unbeatable wherever it ventured. Lucifer regarded Orabella with a calm expression and smiled. "Your concern for him piques my interest even more."

It was obvious that the voice just now belonged to the old man. "The Dragon Corps is here!" "How strong!" Other than Leon, everyone else was shocked to see Haslewood using only his voice to injure the Lapwoods. They were deeply shaken by his strength! Orvald, in particular, was even more shocked! Based on what he knew, cities like Springfield City would usually only have advanced or peak Overlord State martial artists as part of their Dragon Corps. That was why he came here so fearlessly. Yet, the guards he brought with him had actually been injured by just that old man's voice alone. That was several times stronger than him!

The thirty light transports of her vanguard were completely invisible, towed in a single, tight line directly behind the corvette’s wide stern, their low hulls completely masked by the thick, trailing wake of the larger ship and the heavy sea-mist clinging to the water. High above them on the granite ramparts, an Eastern officer leaned over the stone parapet, his brass spyglass trained directly on the corvette's deck. He tracked the movements of the Lycan warriors who were dressed in the green cloaks of the dead crew, watching as they handled the rigging with practiced, deliberate precision. For a long, agonizing minute, the only sound was the wet slap of the waves against the hull and the s

Looking at the scene, it was clear that in terms of combat strength, the Zenith Order crew was the weakest of them all. At the same time, a warship slowly approached, with Billy standing at the bow, casting a disdainful glance at the crowd. "You don't need to be afraid of Alexander!" he shouted. "He's seriously injured, his strength is only at the beginner level of semi-Empyrean. It's nothing more than a facade." "That's right, I can confirm it!" Shayla chimed in from the side. The warship also carried the brothers, Lucas and Xylon, making that four semi-Empyreans, each formidable.

The dark expanse of space five thousand miles above the lunar surface was alive with the brilliant, rhythmic flashes of celestial welding torches and quantum plasma arc-casters. Floating within the gravitational cradle of the Lunar Vault Construction Ring was the largest, most terrifying warship ever constructed in the history of the mortal world: the imperial flagship Sovereign Eclipse.

"Frank Lawrence has just left Lanecorp. Repeat, Frank Lawrence has just left Lanecorp." "Roger," his friend replied over the walkie-talkie. "You and Blaze stick to the plan and ambush the target. Bolt and I will plant explosives around Lanecorp—that building will be wiped off the face of Zamri." "Roger!" "Execute." "Hehehe…" "Hmph. Remember, don't fuck this up—it's an opportunity to prove ourselves to the Lionhearts. Remember, Frank Lawrence and Lanecorp's Helen Lane must die!" "Roger!" With that, the four stewards went to work, with the masked middle-aged man sneering as he rose to his feet.

They were only trying to buy more time for the awakening of the Divine Corpse which no one could then be able to defeat once it walks the earth. Perfected Immortal Feng Lan understood this full well himself. But the forces of the Orthodox Path have badly miscalculated the strength of the Corpse Refinery Sect. With their reinforcements nowhere in sight, the invaders could ill afford any more casualties. Not only they would lose this battle if the remaining three of the evil sects choose to pounce on them, everyone here would die and the Orthodox Path would suffer a blow so perilous that it would be eternally weakened for a good many generations to come.

"Macy, you have to take control of it." At first, it seemed even my voice couldn't reach her but she was slowly regaining herself once more. Luckily the battle was drawing to a close since Garson was calling a retreat. With the enemy scattered we managed to call this a victory with minimum casualties. The toll this power was taking wouldn't have lasted much longer either. The moment I let the link break the effects vanished near instantly as they returned to bipeds once more without much fuss.

“Years ago, the Pure Crescent pack was gifted the Sapphire orb by the Moon Goddess. To guide these orbs, four Lanterns were positioned around them. How they are chosen is still a mystery to all. However, these four lanterns must work together to maintain peace. That's what makes the Pure Crescent pack the most powerful pack,” Mrs. Lowell began with her narration. “Through the years, everything was well until, one by one, the Lanterns began to get assassinated. Shortly, a mysterious fire broke out in the Pure Crescent pack, killing everyone except Annik. Naturally, he took over.”