Transformers Blurr Armada 소설 & 이야기

After hearing Yule’s reminder, Charlie nodded immediately and said, “Don’t worry, Uncle Golding. Since the decision for a transformation has already been made, everything will have to be legal and reasonable. I will definitely explain this point clearly to Porter Waldron!” As he spoke, Charlie then said again, “Moreover, based on my current understanding of Ten Thousand Armies, most of their soldiers are martial arts experts, and even without thermal weapons, their combat effectiveness is definitely not inferior. It would not be a problem for them to deal with ordinary armed men.”

Damon POV “She’s out there again.” I didn’t even look up from my report. “Out where?” My beta, Caden, sounded bitter. Angry. “The training grounds. East clearing.” “She’s blind,” he added flatly. “But she’s out there, moving like she isn’t.” I set the report down. “And?” “She’s… fast. Too fast. You should see it for yourself.” That piqued my interest. I stood, stretching the stiffness out of my shoulders. “Fine. Let’s go.”

“I freed them.” Sera couldn’t look away from her. “They were people. And you turned them into monsters.” Mira’s smile didn’t fade. “So dramatic. You think monsters are made? No, darling. They’re chosen.” The next wave surged. Adrian took down two, but one clawed his shoulder, blood sprayed. He snarled and elbowed it back, but he was slowing. Sera reached for the blade at her thigh a gift from Lira. She’d never used it. Never needed to.

ADELINE “How dare you all?!” Alpha Dominic's voice boomed through the field. No one said a word. It was dead silent save for the screams of the Gamma who now had only one arm attached to his body. My chest was still heaving as I stared wide-eyed at the blood pooling in the sand. I blinked as if to clear my vision, as if still refusing to believe that Alpha Dominic had just ripped an entire arm clean off. Bile rose in my throat as I relived how quickly the grip on my hair had been released. His fingers had slid right off.

But the voice was already dissolving into static. The Keeper reappeared, its massive form flickering, half-torn apart by corruption. Its once-smooth tone was now fractured. “You… cannot… end… perfection.” “Watch me,” Adanna snarled. She ripped open her wrist module, overriding every neural barrier. Lines of raw code streamed down her forearm like glowing veins. The air around her pulsed reality bending under her will. The Keeper lunged its form stretching like smoke. Adanna rolled aside, the impact shattering the ground into floating shards of light. She fired her pulse weapon; each blast exploded in blinding arcs that tore through the Keeper’s body.

In the zero-gravity environment of the stratosphere, she unleashed the true potential of the white nanolaminate armor. Harper extended both of the mech's arms. The liquid metal on her forearms rapidly detached, transforming into hundreds of razor-thin, free-floating nanolaminate needles. Guided purely by her Architect-enhanced mind, the needles shot through the vacuum of space like a swarm of guided missiles. Flash! Flash! Flash! In absolute silence, the needles effortlessly pierced the armored skulls of the gargoyle drones, detonating them into silent, fiery explosions of purple plasma. Harper danced the white mech through the debris field with breathtaking, lethal grace.

BLINDED BY REVENGE CHAPTER ONE Bellona had the same terrifying dream again. She saw her parents being pursued and then killed right in front of her. Their blood flowed on the ground as their blank eyes stared up at her. Their killer who wore a mask pointed at her. "You are next!" he said menacingly. Bellona woke up. Her heart was pounding very fast and she still felt the fear that she had felt in her dream. She got up from bed and went to drink water.

"Nonsense. This outfit suits you perfectly." I shake my head. "I'm a bride. I can't be seen this way." His eyes flash with silver. "You're my bride and you can be seen how ever I choose. What of the arm guards? Do you not like them?" Two additional pieces of leather rest on the bed. "I wasn't sure what they are." He turns, walks to the bed, and picks them up. "Come here and I will help secure them."

The once serene forest was transformed into a battleground, the air thick with the stench of fear and decay. Liam and Xal'dar stood side by side, their bodies humming with the residual energy of their transformation. They were no longer just men; they were guardians, protectors of a world on the brink. With a grim determination, they raised their hands, their bodies beginning to glow with a soft, ethereal light.

He laid there, gasping for breath, his blue eyes now black. “l-lend m-m-me your p-power” he rattled, before digging a hand into my now black fur. His black eyes started to weep; thick, black liquid coursing down his cheeks. I moved to let him stand; the bullets from Slasher and her friend useless now that the darkness over my fur was protecting me. They could do nothing as we went to defend Torch. Trauma wrapped a hand around Torch’s burning, bleeding arm and seemed to absorb the power from it.