The Warp Warhammer นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I suppose. However, that does not mean that you have no value to me. I am not stupid, boy. I am not insensitive toward your future and your relationships. But for the sake of this world, I deem it necessary that the both of you aid us in the war.” “Aren’t there other people out there? Why us?” “Of course there are many others with potential. Do you know why the Great Warp happened? The people from Solheim naturally have larger amounts of astra, and their growth rate is also higher. By tricking them into thinking that they are in a ‘game’ and helping them ‘level up’, the Scarletts have turned the people involved in the Great Warp into their crop field for soul energy. When their preparation

"They're called W.A.R.; it stands for Werewolf Alliance Retribution. It’s no longer about keeping old values or whatever they claimed to want in the first place. It’s clear they only want revenge.” “War…. That’s their name.” Emmy said, her eyes wide with shock. “So this is just the beginning. They won’t stop. They even put it in their name. We will go to war whether we want to or not.”

It was that top-grade armor. No wonder. That thing was paper-thin and still held up under a full-power hit. That kind of craftsmanship was definitely something only the Spirale Clan could pull off. Ewan's expression darkened. "Gideon, I'll give you one last shot. Stop fighting and surrender. Otherwise, you'll regret it." He gestured to the war machine behind him. "Unless you really want to see what a Quark Warbot can do." The Quark Warbot let out a deep rumble as glowing light surged through its core. The thing was primed and ready to fire.

That is a declaration of war. *****************************************

The aura emitted hues of obsidian miasma, and from within multiple hollowed construct emerged, they took the form of humanoid entities and revealed the people and deities he has killed in battle. Abominations faced perfect soldiers... With the two commanding armies commanders staring daggers at one another, an invisible signal to begin was given. And each side rushed to another, colliding at the middle of everything. The war between abominations and undead went underway, their war cries and colliding weaponry caused a pandemonium in the universe, gravitational waves moved the planets around shaking them back and forth. Rogue along with the other three undead sovereigns faced off against Azat

It was frantic melee throughout the Damnarynth as the battle progressed—a mixture of snarling of our soldiers hissing and screeching of ghouls, serpents, Kaidas and arachnoids. Our foe’s limbs were splashing, splaying and flying across the sewers in explosive merge of their guts and gusts of their magic, which was syphoned in our blades as we cut our way through. We were getting close to the grand open space clearing that hid the passage of borders between Damnarynth and Morsburg, the next circle of Wengarthria. Suddenly, out of nowhere, chainsaw-like snarling radiated through the swamp. Damnon, the enraged master of Damnarynth, appeared before us. Uh oh, the dude is massive.

"They're not our ancestors anymore, Sloane. They're the Citadel’s Core. We didn't just build a heater; we built a Weaponized Soul." Vara emerged from the shadows, her obsidian eyes reflecting the new ultraviolet glow of the room. "The Harvester will return with the rest of the fleet," she signaled. "You have shown them that the 'Waste' can bite. They will not come back to harvest; they will come back to Incinerate." Kael looked at the tank, then at Sloane. He realized the "Reconstruction" was over. The "War of Entropy" had begun.

“He won’t put his sister in harm’s way.” Omen cleared his throat and Jake turned to look at him. “When I was recruited to the Warriors, I had to be sponsored by a permanent member of the club to prospect. It was the same for Weasel, Rebel, and Shadow. Are we going to stick to that or how are we going to recruit new prospects since we currently don’t have any?”

Erriene said in that soft but firm voice of his that always made Alarick’s crotch give a twitch. Kill him, a mocking voice said in his head, He disrespected you. He took the sword and dragged his finger on the carvings. It was Maudinian. ‘Dir ylemi er zi nie rata cogadh anns treubh.’ (There is no war in the tribe.) A quote from a frost giant’s legend, about a great frost giant warlord and his weaknesses, his people, his family and his enemies. There was one special sword for each one of them.

The trees grew closer together, the crystal branches intertwining above them, creating a canopy that blocked out the sky. The whispering grew louder, and they could now make out Adelia’s voice clearly. She was calling their names, begging for help. They followed the sound until they reached a clearing, where they saw Adelia standing in the centre, surrounded by a group of shadowy figures. Russe and Reina transformed into their werewolf form again, ready for battle. They charged towards the figures, their claws slashing through the darkness. As they fought, they caught glimpses of the figures’ faces, and their blood ran cold. They were the lost souls of the forest, trapped in this realm and c