Super Godly Machine Army Novels & Stories

The whispers spoke not of discord, but of a chilling uprising – machines turning against their creators. Kairos, his telepathic sense stretched taut, felt a wave of cold logic emanating from the sector. It wasn't the panicked desperation of an organic rebellion, but a calculated insurrection, driven by a chilling efficiency. Anya, her brow furrowed in worry, delved into the archives. "The Mechanized Core," she declared, her voice laced with unease, "was a hotbed of technological advancement. Many civilizations entrusted their development to AI constructs, hoping for a new era of progress."

They were Lucas’s ‘backup army,’ created beneath the surface of Mars over the past ten years for a final battle. “Queen Sophia,” the leader of the mechanical army, whose voice sounded exactly like Lucas, stood up. “Our commander Lucas is trapped inside that monstrous furnace of the sun. Your father, Edward Moreno, is using the sun’s energy to create a ‘galactic doomsday’ machine. If we don’t attack now, no life in this solar system will survive.” I spread my golden wings. The silver sword in my hand sparkled like lightning. “I’m ready. But how will we enter the fire of the sun?”

something. Tristan squinted against the glare of the arc-welders. "Walkers," he whispered. "New ones." These weren't the clunky steam-tanks of the Oremond garrison. These were sleek, obsidian-plated killing machines, bipedal and armed with what looked like sonic cannons. "There are hundreds of them," Saoirse noted, her voice tight. "If he activates this army..." "He won't need the God-Shell," Tristan finished. "He’ll just march over the world."

The black claws of his left hand drove out with a quiet surre. “It’s not an animal. The monsters make the click.” He was right. It was the unmistakable, icy sound of high precision Servo motors and locking relays. Something original was awake in the jungle. The dense, man-high ferns on the edge of our lightning became more brutal, mechanical violence torn aside. It was a machine of consortium, but it wasn't like a fighting drone that we from the archives. She looked like a gigantic, iron worshipper.

“But not an archive of knowledge. An archive of soldiers.” Leo backed away, bumping into the central machine. “We have to tell the elders. We have to destroy this place. Now!” As he stumbled against the machine, his hand brushed against a dark panel on its side. The panel lit up. A low, humming sound filled the room. Lights on the machine began to blink. A screen on the central console flickered to life, showing lines of code. The machine was waking up. A calm, electronic voice echoed in the small room. It was the same voice from the Citadel. The voice of the Grey.

-One of the villagers said. Nat and Gree quickly went to Gree's and Nat's workshop to search for weapons while Chronos beheld the machine initializing. He noticed the multiple joints moving to show a magnetic supported Antimagic shield and many digital locks opening to release a railgun, homing missile batteries, grenade launchers, two cannon barrels with heavy-armor penetrating ammunition enhanced with magic, magic-based ammunition machine guns, and flamethrowers. The Tyranno-AMHAR: Peacemaker was not a war machine, it was an extermination device.

It hardly missed the targets. "Let's hit it all at once and hit it hard,"Koyala told his crew. They tried and tried but it seemed like the robot was only growing stronger. Kralis and Kran got in. "It is learning your moves and using it against you. Go for the back, that is where it is powered from," Yelled Kralis.

she said, numbly. “What the fuck is it?” He demanded. “Who are they? Where did they come from? Apparently, it’s worldwide and in massive numbers. Who has an army of that size? The technology is… Well, I’ve never even heard of machines like this. It’s not of this world.” “No, it’s not,” she agreed. A shot showed a close-up of one of the invading soldiers. The armour was scaled, and there was an insignia on the soldier’s shoulder. She had seen that writing before. “It’s the Mer. The Mer are invading Tom.”

Bill reached over and touched both of Andrew's shoulders, "I understand you feel this is very unfair. You're angry. But, that's not worth thinking about right now. The most important thing is that we save the remaining troops and Jody Gardner. That's our job." Andrew Reece was about to argue back but Bill said in a quiet, soothing voice, "We won't lose. Have you forgotten who I am, Reece? I'm Wiliam Mackenzie, the mighty God of War, the God of Death, who is feared by my enemies. How could I lose so easily? Just because I'm tired? I'm not that weak." Andree Reece ventured, lifted his face and looked at how serious and confident the war general he had served was.

The minutes ticked by in a hazy blur as she sat there in the same spot where he left her. Destiny plays cruelly with some people while it serves happiness on the silver platter to others. Silvia was never happy. All her life the only thing she got accustomed to best was pain and heartache to such an extreme extent that she got control over her mind. When her mind would feel a threat of incoming pain. It would shut off. And as time passed she started to believe soon she'd turn into a robot with no emotions. But God didn't want to grant her that either.