The Legendary Soldier Novels & Stories

Moriah screamed with pain, "AAAAAWWHH!" Above the thousands heads, the whoke sky darkened, black clouds started to emerge. Mysterious thunderstorms began to roar all over the place, but there was no sign of raining. All the soldiers looked at each other with confusion, murmuring about was happening. "It is..... it is the Legend!" a young soldier spoke up, staring at the unusual sky. "What legend?" another soldier poked him on his chest. "Do not waste yourself believing in this gossips, you little punk. They are just made by stupid folklore. Got it?"

Dongfang Liang turned his head and said to Lin Zhiyuan, "Mr. Lin, you can rest assured to entrust Miss Lin to me from today on. With me by her side, even the King of Heaven could not touch a hair on her head." Qin Haodong glanced at the arrogant Dongfang Liang and said lightly, "So you are very good?" "Of course! How else do you think I earned the moniker, Soldier King? It came through real battles." Dongfang Liang bragged on and on about his exploits once again. "I used to stand alone against an armed mercenary force, protecting the businessmen traveling across the cannibal tribal areas of Africa. I even made the members of the famous Siberian training camp kowtow to me..

This was the thought dominating their minds. Unlike everyone else that experienced the feeling from an outsider’s perspective. The regional General of the Microsoft Empire team felt it most, as he was tasked to protect this man. As soon as the fight ended, he rested back in his chair in a contemplative mood. “Another soldier who broke the threshold. Hmmm…, guess the Sea Angels are right this time. Another legend is being born. I do wonder how it will turn out for him.” The 3rd rank of the high-grade warrior series is the first major bottleneck that soldiers have to break, in order to grow and have more strength.

No - this was the Pheonix, the creature of fire and destruction, the legend that was spoken about around soldier's campfires before battle. Ambrose couldn't decide whether it made him love her even more, or if it made him fear her. Either way, he had been blessed to have found her, to have been given such a selfless and courageous mate - she was his equal in every way, and superior countless others. Igritann could not have asked for a better Queen. Rallying his own strength, the Lord of mountains sent his own destruction upon Vince's men. Throwing punches of stone and rock on the ranks of dark soldiers. Crushing grown males with rocks the same weight as the earth, and cleaving open the groun

Gideon was stunned. Ten legions on each side, with two million soldiers in total. They were all elites—every single one a martial artist of high caliber. Each legion moved as a single organism, able to strike hard or pull back on a dime. And to Gideon, these 20 legions could crush Kingsley, Rhett, and all eight major royal families—even if they had ten million troops combined. The sight lit something inside him. The world was shifting, and power structures were changing. It was time for him to stop relying on others. He needed to build a force of his own—something real. Something that could rival the legion of the Dragon's Aegis.

"This person is from the Temple of War. He retired two years ago, but he's now parading himself like he owns the world! "Not only did he disregard the Flaming Baron of War, but he also insulted the Black Ember Duke of War. I couldn't take it, so I had to inform you to do something about it!" Logan raised his finger and tapped on his phone. He smirked. A retired soldier from the Temple of War, disrespecting the Black Ember Duke of War? What insolence! "Logan?" Nearby, the man in black armor looked at Logan and asked with a smile, "What's happening? Is this a private matter?"

Beowulf’s POV What is the duty of a soldier? The old general who raised me told me from an early age. A soldier should be the most loyal, disciplined, courageous, and reliable person in the world. When the country is in chaos and the people are suffering, as long as they see soldiers, they will see hope. Soldiers are the bones of a nation. We must make sure that everyone in the military strictly follows the rules. After all, they have the power and strength to go from angel to demon at any time.

He explained gently, "What would I be keeping from you? You're being silly. Have you forgotten that I told you I was a retired veteran? I was previously a soldier based in the Pendragon War Zone Headquarters. "I was quite the soldier back then. I was also a military officer. But I was injured because of some rather special circumstances, so I retired." As expected, Celena looked rather lost. Liam gently pinched her nose and continued, "Although I've retired from the Pendragon War Zone, there's a saying among us, 'Once a Pendragon Warrior, forever a Pendragon Warrior!' "Our general also treats us very well and protects us all too. I asked him for help. He also knew about Trevyn's terrible way

The Plains of Ash. Outside the Citadel. High Noon. The sun beat down on the black volcanic rock, but the heat wasn't coming from the sky. It was coming from the army of ten thousand soldiers arrayed in formation. Lysander’s "Legion of Light." They wore polished steel and gold tabards. Their shields reflected the sun, creating a blinding wall of brilliance. In the center, floating on a dais of conjured clouds, stood Elara. She looked magnificent. Her white robes billowed in a magical wind that didn't touch anyone else. A halo of golden light hovered behind her head. She held her staff high, radiating a warmth that made the weary soldiers weep with adoration.

Outside the viewscreen, the steel mill loomed, lit by the otherworldly glow of Windwalker's presence and the deep red of elemental magma. Three against seven. The math was terrible. But as Bryan looked around at his team—at Amy with her new resolve, at Classy's steady hands, at Cara's fierce loyalty, at Emma's nervous courage, at Mello and Willz's silent readiness, at Shadowalker's ancient burden—he thought maybe, just maybe, terrible math could be rewritten. The transport descended. The first real battle for the fate of their world was about to begin.