Novel & Cerita The Geared Immortal

After their short dispute, Matthew, Rain, Gon, and the tomb’s guardian, Theraphosa, were heading inside the very tomb. They were not in the tomb yet, they were walking through a hall that was partially destroyed. Theraphosa was in the lead. “My lord always loved creating unique equipment and devices. Most of them work, and some of them were defective products. The Celestial Gears were the last equipment that my lord made. At the cost of his life.” Theraphosa told them of the history of the Gears from her personal experience.

She didn’t care much for mortal affairs beyond what her job required her to know. Lisa circled over the building and landed gently on the roof. She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her; mortals couldn’t see reapers unless the reaper wanted to be seen. There was a glass dome in the center of the roof, made from green, transparent glass. One side of the dome had a giant hole in it, as though something heavy had been thrown through it. Lisa approached the hole and jumped in, tucking her wings to avoid the jagged edges.

It was definitely related to the Immortal Period's destruction. No matter what, they had to find the Feather Emperor. The group continued to chase after him. Along the way, they saw a lot of light shields of the Immortal Tao. Each of them was guarded by the remains of an immortal expert. As they had seen before, these immortals had been dead for a long time. Their corpses were not decayed, but their weapons and armor were like rotten wood without any spirits. Among these remains, there were creatures of all races.

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”

Muna projected, pointing toward a massive subterranean spire in the distance. We left the recovering pack and descended into the "Primal Gear": the planet's core. It was a massive vertical engine of ancient corporate design, its cogs the size of mountains and choked with eons of rusted resonance-dampening slag. The entire world was struggling to turn against this artificial friction. "It’s a 'Resonance Dam':" Kaelen rumbled: his silver eyes narrowing as he saw the central gear. "They didn't just mine the planet; they caged its pulse."

"Does anybody else want to take a gamble at my treasures? With this in hand, sneaking back towards the Immortal Planes would be a certainty and no longer a wish of drunkards and forgotten miscreants." The old beggar enticed in full but harvested no answer from his open provocation. "A dick and nothing more." an ageless immortal grumbled in secret. For how could one who had imprisoned them in the first place let that possibility happen without due consequence. "I thought so." the old beggar smirked after he got no response whatsoever from his obvious taunt. "BANG!" a body was carelessly launched from the brick formed Saint Class Artifact and for the second time since the war has been engaged,

"His name is Bashir, the Supreme Battle Warrior from a special outland organization. Bashir is known to be the strongest among hundreds of organizations in the outlands. On top of that, he's said to be immortal.” Adrian instantly frowned. An immortal? Immortality arts was said to be a power that had existed since ancient times, but he had never met an actual immortal before. Ever since finding the black metal below St. Elmer’s Church, he had suspected that immortals existed. He never expected to have his suspicions confirmed today. "Are you sure?"

"But everything changed, there's one kingdom who seized them out of greediness." "What do you mean seized?" I asked her. "They got rid of them on the land," the village healer's eyes grew mad. "King Hydrae ordered Thud to slaughter every immortal. He ordered that no one should live---," I cut her words. "Do immortals die?" "Of course, they do through decapitation. That's what the Aquans did," she narrated. "They were strong you said. How were they decapitated?" It confused me.

As soon as they all looked over, they saw with their own eyes one of Kirou's arms leaving the chest of the mage. An interesting fun fact about Immortal Era: just like players, monsters that share similar bodies to the main races of the game can all be one and two-shotted by a player, so long as he or she is capable of bypassing the natural shield these monsters usually have around themselves, which they can turn on and off at will, and deal a critical attack with enough power behind it. These shields act as a buffer around these monsters, giving them similar protection to a normal monster of the same level with high health. As for bypassing this shield or breaking it the slow way, that metho

The nightmare was over. Thanks to the holy celestials who stopped the war that almost caused the empire's destruction. They distributed healing potions to those who were injured and with the gods' blessings, they were able to revive those who were killed. But the said revival of the dead was only for humans who were involved in the dispute between the vampires and beasts. Ezekiel, the messenger of the gods and goddesses, had to wipe the memories of the bloody war from the human’s mind, to protect the peace. He believed that if humans knew nothing about the existence of other races among them, as long as the blood and beast tribe avoid causing conflicts to one another that will harm the morta