Undying Mercenaries Book Order Novels & Stories

He stared at me again which only made my mind even more confused. The necromancers came here with a dark sorcerer. They wanted to take the relic but I protected it with my life. They weren't able to find it and instead they tried to kill me. But a celestial titan cannot be defeated by mere necromancers and sorcerers. They failed to do so and left. But their damage left me crawling and writhing in pain...lady. I cannot see any darkness within you. Your sincerity is most valuable and moved me. But it doesn't mean, I will give you my favor. I felt like I ran out of breath because of what he said. There came necromancers here and a black mage. They are already moving, the darkness is already tak

" we haven't heard anything about your families and friends , And you have been reported missing for quite sometime ...." Loveth cuts him off quickly " I am an orphan and I happened to be sold to a mercenary by my foster father . So kindly move on to something else. I no longer have business with my past ." Loveth crossed her legs as she waited for the next question even though she knew she had given too much information to the public and right now a part of her solemnly regretted it but it was too late already . " So lastly we hope you will honour our invitation next time ."

In the next moment, he appeared behind the mercenaries. The mercenaries were still running while grinning. The young man stood there and looked up at the giant black warship in the sky, frowning. Just then, the mercenaries stopped running in shock. When they turned around, one of them suddenly screamed in horror. The mercenary saw the bodies of his companions breaking into pieces like carrots cut by a sharp knife... He was no exception. When these mercenaries died, they still didn't know how they died. "The Snow Province is mine. Without my permission, no one shall try to destroy it," the white-haired and white-browed young man muttered to himself. Then, he slowly pulled out the long sword h

"Alright." Then, she handed a bronze plate to him. "Here's your tag. To reach the next rank, you just have to bring in ten bronze tags from completing quests to exchange for a silver rank tag. It's that easy." Caleb nodded. And with that, he was now the mercenary with the call sign 'Death'. He had done his homework and studied the class of mercenaries too. It went in the ascending order of bronze, silver, gold, platinum, prince, king, honor, supreme, and legend, with the finders of the Merc Union being legend rank themselves, each of whom were Emperor rank in cultivation!

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

And now his shadow reaches again, through Alaric, through mercenaries, through cowards willing to trade loyalty for coin. The candle gutters, wax pooling thick at the base, but I still don’t make a move to get up. My desk is littered with discarded notes. Lists of supplies, numbers of warriors, tallies of weapons. None of it matters. Strategy against mercenaries is like fighting smoke. You can cut it apart a hundred times, and still it seeps through the cracks. I stare at the map until my eyes blur, making the ink bleeds. Hollowrock glows faintly in my mind, a single ember in a field of ash. Vaughn has stayed loyal. He says he won’t bend.

“Miss Tulip, you should have a channel to contact those large and medium-sized mercenary groups, right?” “I can indeed get in touch with some of them.” “I want you to help me send a message to those large and medium-sized mercenary groups.” “Mr. Lidell, please tell me more.” "In one week, Red Flame Mercenaries that I founded will set off to attack Dark Cape and take down the Bloodthirsty Mercenaries. Anyone who wants to come to help Red Flames can name their price. Plus, Tyrant will definitely die so I promise there would not be any unexpected harms,” David said seriously.

The wind howled through the ruined temples. Nyx slowly stood up to her full height. She looked at the mountains of golden loot, and then she looked at the human who had broken her in the pit. She spat a glob of blood onto the marble floor and let out a booming, feral laugh. "Money is useless if the universe gets eaten, Boss!" Nyx roared, raising her kinetic hammer to the sky. "The Bloodhand Battalion rides with the Apex!" Ten thousand mercenaries erupted into a deafening, barbaric war cry, raising their weapons and firing plasma bursts into the emerald sky. They didn't care about the black hole. They believed in the monster leading them.

He had long forgotten about it because it had been many years and not once had he ever thought about it. Carefully, Lucian unwrapped the box. Inside there was a book. It was unlike anything Lucian had ever seen. The cover was bound in dark, cracked leather, etched with symbols that seemed to shift and writhe when he looked at them. The title was embossed in gold, written in a language he didn’t recognize but could somehow read: The Laws of the Ancient Times. As he touched the cover, a jolt of energy surged through him, making his vision blur. For a moment, he saw flashes of a different world, fiery landscapes, dark thrones, and a figure cloaked in shadow. Then it was gone, leaving him breath

“They want you dead, Selene.” Silas crouched next to one of the fallen mercenaries, yanking something off his belt. A worn metal emblem with a wolf’s head split by a blade. His expression darkened. “Night bane Order,” he muttered. Riven let out a low whistle. “Well. That’s just fantastic.” I frowned. “Who the hell are they?” Dara tucked her knife away. “Pack-funded mercs. They don’t do clean-up jobs, Selene. They do execution.”