Super Godly Machine Army Novels & Stories

It was the ultimate, apocalyptic version of his toxic, intoxicating dominance. Mara backed away from him, her mind spinning. She was the key. She was the anchor. If she commanded the machine to stop, would it? Or had it evolved past its own programming? “Stop it,” Mara screamed at the ceiling. “I command you to stop!” The red light flickered, but the cascading numbers on the screens didn’t halt. *“Command rejected,”* the God-Machine replied, its synthesized voice eerily patient. *“The Anchor must be protected from all threats. Including herself.”*

Seeing the notification on his phone, Victor heaved a sigh of relief, finally releasing some of the complicated emotions he had been holding in since his rebirth. "Seven days until the machine invasion. Time's a bit tight." Leaving the loan shark company, Victor checked the time on his phone and hailed a taxi to the nearest heavy-duty truck dealership. The machine invasion brought the mechanical civilization. Everyone can transform their vehicles into mecha. Mecha come in all shapes and sizes: bicycles, motorcycles, tricycles, sedans, sports cars. Anything that is a vehicle can become a mecha. Victor lived until the tenth year of the mechanical apocalypse. He had a rough start because he did

Jameson motioning her inside. Shantal walks inside to giant machines hanging on the walls and cealings. They seem to be military, though Shantal can't put her finger on who uses those. Mr. Jameson says: "This is the hanger where I store all of my war machines. They're called-" "Just call them mechs." A mysterious, gruff voice, cuts him off. He walks in to the hanger, slowly revealing a 5'10 man in some type of armor and a helmet with a blue visor on his head. "Don't need to get all technical on the poor child." He laughs with a serious tone.

The Enforcer Pods landed with a rather offputting sense of grace. Their metal feet trudging with gentle care as they unlatched their weapons from their circular bulk. “Arbiter. We are awaiting commands.” The 10 foot tall war machine grumbled with its terrifying barritone. Its voice echoing throughout the avenue. Everyone who had not yet caught sight of the war machine in their streets, had now scrambled for a retreat the moment they were in earshot of the Enforcer Pod’s announcement.

I felt his awakening power pulse outwards, like heat radiating off a blacksmith's forge—unsteady, fierce, barely held in check. "Spread out," he snapped. Don't let them corner us. But we were already too late. The first wave emerged from the Gate's depths. What made them so awful wasn't their power, but their variety. Each machine was distinct, modified on the fly. One scuttled low to the floor on insect-like legs, its forearms tipped with blades of pure light. Another floated, its midsection split into spinning rings covered in strange symbols, bending the air around it. And a third unfolded like a broken star, sharp angles rearranging as it honed in on Lysera.

The General isn’t heartless; he knows there’s more than muskets and spears waiting for them in the forest. “Faith Eaters” I mumble. I remember the first time I saw one; gigantic Persian war machines shaped like mechanical scorpions. Armed with large spinning blades attached to two arms and a cannon attached to its tail. It moved on 6 automaton legs with 4 curved blades as its feet. The veterans called it a Faith Eater after a single one made 3 Cohorts retreat, that’s a hundred men a Cohort, 300 Legionnaires defeated by a single war machine. Luckily after it was destroyed, the rest of the Persians started falling back. I guess they placed too much of their Faith on the Faith Eaters.

The moment he had been waiting for had arrived – the opportunity to drain Aeron's powers and ascend to unimaginable heights of strength. With a deliberate flourish, Augustine activated the machine. The hum of electricity filled the air, and an eerie glow emanated from the intricate apparatus. The room pulsed with a malevolent energy, casting shadows that danced in anticipation. As the machine whirred to life, a beam of light materialized, aiming directly at Aeron's forehead.

Good thing I had raised her myself, not with the other fuckers. “Yes, my father,” she said, comfortably. I stood up from my throne immediately. I flexed my muscles, hitting the bow of gods on the floor. … Right in front of the great army, I smiled sinisterly at them. I would make a force as powerful as the Moon Goddess herself. I immediately withdrew enough strength from the bow. I then programmed it to the army I had been building all these while. 5000 armies in total with no

''Concentrate Mark don't let your emotions ruin this only chance we have '' she said witjva scowl. Oh now i get. I nodded in response. ''Wait I do how destroy this massive machine?'' The body guards of Mr Andrew were done setting the machine up. Jeez it was like 10 feet tall and round in shape. It had a large area with a long double antenna on it, and on the top with two massive capacitors in the middle, also had many transformers located on the side. ''You overload it with Electricity'' she replied ''What'' I asked almost with a loud tone. ''That will make me drained''

I don't know what the reason is between the two of them, but when the three of us are together, they always bully me. I laughed but immediately stopped. "Wait. You mean, my abuela was also a secret agent?" "Yes. Your grandmother built her own agency when your dad was born." Ali opened the laptop and was typing on it. A few moments later, he was on a site where there was a pink and black butterfly and flower logo. "This is the La Arma Counterspy." My eyes widened. "That's cool!" Ali nodded. "Yes. She was the founder of that. Now, it's you."