Tower Of God Weapons の小説・ストーリー

Those witches are exactly the kind of chaos the gods would love to keep around. Everyone entering the armory is sent inside to gear up: guns, blades, daggers, rifles—whatever they’ve trained with. Puck is supposed to meet us soon with diamond weapons. We need enough for our people here and for the ones trapped in the Goddess Realm. “Body armor. Everyone. I mean it, Edward,” Dev barks. Edward rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Goddess of War, obsidian wings. I’ll wear the damn armor.” I giggle. Grumpy old alpha is well-matched with the Crone Coven’s high priestess.

“Rayka, you’re correct. I’ve been monitoring their movements. They’re stalling you, likely for something big. You need to be prepared for—” A deafening roar interrupted him, followed by a tremor that shook the ground beneath their feet. All eyes turned toward the mountain as a massive gate opened, revealing a towering war machine. The machine was unlike anything they had ever seen—an amalgamation of ancient and modern technology, powered by a faint, eerie glow that radiated from the artifact they had recently encountered. Sylvester’s jaw tightened. “They’ve been hiding this all along. It’s a siege engine.” Rayka’s mind raced as the machine began its advance, its devastating weapons obliterat

Narrator's POV Before the wrath of Pricus happened, the Gods made different weapons only to be used by the defenders when the right time came. Nobody can use it except from the owner itself. There are bows and arrows, spears, swords, daggers, axes, and slingshots.

Within seconds… The man was gone. And in his place stood a beast. A massive wolf towered over the plains, easily the size of a war horse. His dark fur rippled across thick, battle-hardened muscles. His fangs gleamed like they were daggers as his jaws parted in a low, rumbling growl. His glowing red eyes burned beneath a heavy brow, filled with a predator’s lethal calm. The earth itself seemed to tremble beneath the weight of the Alpha God of War’s true form. A beast worthy of the legends.

The Seven Guardians stood shoulder to shoulder. Aurel's Spear of Dawn. Nerina's Trident. Elara's Living Staff. Kael's Spear of Flames. Seraphine's Hourglass. Astra's Staff of Stars. Caelum's Sword of Redemption. Their divine weapons rose toward the heavens. Seven beams of celestial light collided against the descending hand. The impact shook creation. For several seconds, the giant hand stopped moving. Then cracks appeared across every Guardian's weapon. Caelum gritted his teeth.

This side was adorned with weapons. Bows and arrows hung on the walls. Swords arranged to form X shapes hung on doors. Spears and daggers occasionally clustered together in giant or little wooden vases. Like she had read my thoughts, (Do not say I told you, but sometimes I think she can), she answered my unspoken question.

It was a roar that carried the weight of a thousand years of ancestral rage. “Girard?” I whispered, though I knew he couldn’t hear me. The thing standing in the center of the tower was no longer my husband. It was the Apex. A mountain of black fur and serrated bone, standing nearly eight feet tall. Its eyes were not amber or gold; they were voids of pure, electrical white. The air around him smelled of ozone and ancient earth. The heavy oak door finally gave way with a splintering crash. My father’s men rushed in, their silver-tipped rifles raised, their faces masked in tactical gear. They had come prepared for a wolf. They were not prepared for a god of carnage.

That was when Caleb activated Blood God Order, Second Style—World Tremor! Bang! The stunning shockwave bore down with the weight of a mountain, reaching Tia, Zeke, and the Alliance's representatives even before he landed. "Dancing Dragon Spear!" Tia growled as her spear shot out, accompanied by a draconic bellow! Roar!!! Seeing the oncoming blow, Caleb swung his sword down again. World Burial Sword, Third Style—Skybreaker! Roar!

"What about weapons? I need something that can shoot back while I'm sleeping." I scrolled down the menu, my heart jumping as my eyes landed on a weapon blueprint near the bottom of the Tier 1 list. It was a sleek metallic cylinder with a dual-barrel attachment. "Automated turrets " I whispered, my breath catching. "LUS can I afford this?"

"The lord of Wolfort City gifted me this Cambrian Python. It can cleave anything and everything in the universe. Godtools have souls, and the soul of this Godtool is a mystique beast known as Cambrian Fish that can use water-type moves. Chrysopoeia Graders will be weakened against this. Armed with this Godtool and above this vast ocean, I have the advantage. Are you sure you want to fight me?" Yik turned to look at Logan. He had purposely run to the ocean to create the ideal environment for his Godtool. "How dare you speak so rudely to Saint Logan?!" A pair of black and white figures hurried to Logan's side—Ater and Kaiser. They bowed toward Logan. "Greetings, Saint Logan. We came rushing wh