Super Godly Machine Army Novels & Stories

She was running without looking, her arm straining under Leo’s weight, her right arm bare and hurting from the cold. The new skin on her arm was not healing, it was pulsing with a red glow that matched the boiling water in the cellars below. "General, look at the road!" Miller’s voice shouted from the watchtower. The army coming up the road did not look like people, they looked like moving iron buildings. Three big steam machines, each big as a warehouse, were grinding up the steep hill. They carried no flags they needed none On top of the machines were brass tubes that could stop the magical people from using their powers.

Your inability to pay off your debt is a direct consequence of your ineptitude. Ves had to suppress the urge to raise his middle finger. Instead, he challenged this stupid System. "I admit, I used to be a stupid kid, but I cleaned up my act. I'm a mech designer now!" [It is your lucky day! The Mech Designer System is the ultimate tool in this galaxy to design any machine that falls under the category of mechs. Any authorized user is allowed to use this System's many tools to design any mech imaginable with no conceivable limits.]

The Battle-Droids raised their weapons for the final execution volley. THOOOOM. A massive sound shook the cavern. Everyone stopped. The ground trembled. Above the magma pit, the giant DEUS Machine—the 20-foot tall liquid metal god—moved. It tore its massive head free from the cables. Its eyes flickered rapidly. Red... Red... BLUE. The Machine looked down. It didn't look at Jackson. It looked at the Scientist. "System Update Complete," The Machine spoke. Its voice wasn't robotic. It sounded like two voices layered together—a boy and a girl.

“Rayka, you’re correct. I’ve been monitoring their movements. They’re stalling you, likely for something big. You need to be prepared for—” A deafening roar interrupted him, followed by a tremor that shook the ground beneath their feet. All eyes turned toward the mountain as a massive gate opened, revealing a towering war machine. The machine was unlike anything they had ever seen—an amalgamation of ancient and modern technology, powered by a faint, eerie glow that radiated from the artifact they had recently encountered. Sylvester’s jaw tightened. “They’ve been hiding this all along. It’s a siege engine.” Rayka’s mind raced as the machine began its advance, its devastating weapons obliterat

Still yet, Samson still had a lot of things to worry about. There in Boneridge, where his Industrial Empire who's sole purpose is brandishing mechanical bots. These bots weren't any type of bots but of the SpellTech type, who's engine is cladded with heavy thick alloid. Powerful generator and super ultra current tapped directly from.space. There were times these Machines or their system generator needs a super intelligent brains to handle the programming, elocation, techniques and most importantly, intelligence. And Samson would have to go.

or "Industrial-Grit." "They’re becoming 'Gods of the Machine'," Lucas whispered, watching his daughter trace a finger along a glowing circuit in the wall. The wall didn't just respond; it "healed" its cracks in her wake. "If we win this war against the reset, Audrey, what’s left for us? We’re the 'Dinosaurs' of the steam-age. They’re the 'Architects' of the light."

"I’m efficient. Now, come. Your father is waiting." They raced for the rooftop. The wind was a hurricane now. Standing in the center of the helipad was a robotic monstrosity. Ten feet tall, plated in matte-black armor, with a transparent chest cavity. Inside the chest, a brain floated in glowing fluid. The Original Subject. "Order is eternal, Aradaa," the machine boomed. "Chaos has no goal. You are just a noise in a perfect song." Kaelor shifted, his body bruised and bleeding. He looked at Aradaa. "Tell me what to do."

The Master Kill Switch Sereia held in my heart was vibrating so hard it felt like a star collapsing inside my chest. "Target acquired," her voice echoed in my head, a cold, majestic countdown. "Execute physical override in 3... 2... 1..." I lunged. I defied gravity, launching my massive, gold-scaled mass straight into the grinding teeth of the God-Slayer Engine. The Supreme Alpha King stood atop the machine's control platform, his face twisted into unadulterated horror as he saw a golden god of war flying directly into his un-hackable monolith. "Kill him! Fire the main pistons!" he shrieked.

“More dangerous than your parents ever were. They wanted to save the world. You want to conquer it.” He looked at Theron, his expression cold and final. “This isn’t over. If you think exposing Arthur, or Vincent, or even me, changes anything… you are mistaken. The machine is alive. The power is real. And the world is watching. Now that it is awake… everyone will want it. Governments. Corporations. Warlords. They will come for it. They will come for you. And they will come for her.” He turned to leave, his guards stepping aside to let him pass. At the entrance, he paused, looking back one last time.

“Harrion has given you the power to destroy those who stand against us. The Soulbane Drug strengthens you, and the Bloodstone Amulet binds you. There is nothing you cannot conquer!” The soldiers did not cheer, did not respond with the roar of morale that a typical army would. Instead, they merely continued their movements, mindless in their execution. The cold, blank look in their eyes was more unsettling than any cry of battle hardened warriors. These were not men and women fighting for a cause — they were weapons, finely sharpened and ready to strike without question. They had become like programmed robots, and automized machines, ready to attack, ready to kill.