Technoblade Never Died Novels & Stories

The main cannons, misaligned by the catastrophic drop, fired wildly into the sky, their heavy plasma bolts dissipating harmlessly into the clouds. The severed upper half of the Forge skidded to a grinding, groaning halt barely twenty yards from our barricade, dead and bleeding thick black oil into the street. I severed the connection. The Phase-Blade blinked out of existence. I collapsed backward, gasping for air. Leo and the other Code-Born slumped to the ground, exhausted but unharmed, their sapphire veins dimming back to a soft, healthy pulse. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the crackle of localized fires burning on the ruined chassis of the Forge.

On the surface, Marshawn was covered in blood, and his eyes had vertical pupils! A voice belonging to Third Granny came from Marshawn's throat, "Old fool, Williams Village is doomed, and I've lost my physical body. This time, I've suffered a huge loss!" As the words fell, Marshawn's own voice emerged from his mouth. "Yes, it was a huge loss indeed. My family is dead, but the Exalted Immortal still lives. They can still possess others and be reborn—" Slash! Before Marshawn could finish, a blade pierced through his chest from behind.

“How do you know? They have kept him for a month and they wouldn’t even let me see him.” “I know he didn’t die,” Rain said. “I asked Charlie after that first week and he nodded at me.” “Nodded?” Babe exclaimed. “Yes and he gave me a smile too.” “Oh…” Babe paused. “He never smiles.” “Right? He doesn’t. So Blade lived, but I don’t know anything else.” They both heard an odd sound. Looking up, they stared at a horse that was coming up the street. Babe looked up at the rider. “Blade!”

Knowing the limits of his swordplay, Sethlzaar pulled to a stop beside the Most Reverends who stood transfixed in place, confusion and mild awe playing on their face. “Where’s the High Blade?” They turned to him then, and he found he didn’t recognize them. The younger of the two who still seemed at least two decades older than him regained his composure first. “Dead,” he said. “Killed on the chase.” “By Truth what is he?” the other Reverend muttered, never taking his eyes away from the wall at least twenty feet away from them. “Perhaps the strongest touched I’ve ever seen,” Sethlzaar answered.

However, just as he reached the final step of his goal, he unexpectedly died before ascending to the throne. “Father, Father!” When they saw Nigel being killed by the imperial emissary with a single blast, and that his body had been blasted into mist, Zachariah Jade and the others instantly wailed in grief. Meanwhile, the expressions of all the Jade family’s top fighters changed dramatically. However, even though they were frightened and furious, no one dared to voice the slightest protest about what the imperial emissary had just done. With his almighty combat skill and background, he had just pulled off the dimensional reduction attack. Who dared to do anything against him?

The fear in his eyes turned into anger. That was right, five years ago, the nation of Tianfu announced the official retirement of the legendary God of Death, M*mned, five years ago. It seemed that the Chosen One, Azrael, retired, but in fact, everyone knew that Azrael M*m had died. He had heard that the God of Death M host had offended someone he shouldn't have. He had been surrounded by the world's top killers, and even several world-class snipers had been sent there.

I turned away, raising my eyes to keep the tears from falling. “Blake, is he dead?” Nathan asked sadly. I don't answer. Nathan smiled sadly. "Die how?" "Stabbed to death by Chad." I sadly closed my eyes. Chad's last knife wound was to make Blake go faster; Blake would also die without that knife. With a deep wound on his body, his chest was torn, and inside revealed a beating heart; if Blake weren't a Delta with colossal strength, he would probably be dead As soon as the rib cage was torn.

“I am. Why? Are you afraid now?” I fought the urge to run. “I will live… right?” “Don’t worry, your book missed one vital information. There was actually one who survived,” he replied instead. “There were three people who were foolish enough to do what you are doing now. And one of them got lucky.” “Who?” Blade just shrugged. “Is that person okay?” “He is alive, Katniss. Isn’t that the most important thing? And since you seem to be as foolish as him, you will live, too.” Blade shook his head and added, “Foolish people are needlessly brave.”

Blanca was there. Ms. Blanca went on to talk about the well-publicized case of two teen players of Dungeon Raydens who had ended up stabbed to death after a virtual melee spilled over to the real world. Kate of course felt bad for her fellow teens who’d never have the chance to grow up, discover their dreams... But as soon as Ms. Blanca started her righteous and grim tirade about MOBAs and the Internet in general, Kate zoned out. It was just like that morning when the commentator in church said “Please sit” right before the homily.

“Yes.” “You understand that what you carry will increase,” I continue, “and that no dispersion will be offered.” He inclines his head slightly. “I have never dispersed it,” he says. “I was not designed to.” That is true. The system does not punish Death. It relies on him to absorb what others cannot. He has always done so without question. Until now. Because now, there is something he will not allow the system to touch. “You have placed yourself between the weave and a variable it cannot correct,” I say.