Unkillable Soldier Wiki Novels & Stories

Every time a soldier tried to raise a rifle, Killian was there, crushing the barrel or disarming them with a flick of his wrist. ​"He's not killing them," Liam whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and fear. "He's just... breaking them. He's taking away their ability to fight." ​It was true. Killian was dismantling the Council’s forward unit with the surgical efficiency of a hunter who knew exactly where the joints and tendons were weakest. He wasn't a monster; he was a wall. He was the physical manifestation of the Eighth Peak’s refusal to be silenced. Every soldier he took down stayed down, their high-tech suits compromised and their morale evaporated. They were realizing that t

"If you can't speak proper English, then shut your mouth! Stop butchering our language—I can't stand it!" He surged forward with a kick. The two soldiers tried to evade, maybe even deploy their abilities—but before they could, they found their thoughts frozen. Ray's kick smashed one guy completely. Another kick, and the second one exploded as well. How could non-combat-types withstand this kind of force?

soldiers, a mixture of preservatives and blood. A puppet soldier, holding an aconite gas launcher, cautiously searched the area. Jack appeared silently behind him, one hand swiftly covering his mouth, the other tactical knife precisely plunging into the back of his neck, instantly severing the "Council Nerve Cord" controlling his body. The puppet soldier's body stiffened, the red light in his eyes extinguished, and he collapsed limply. Jack didn't stop. He grabbed the corpse and hurled it violently from the second-floor railing into the lobby!

Yoon-min, weak but not broken, rasped, “He’s… stalling you. Keeping you busy.” The realization hit Soo-ah like ice. Lazarus didn’t care if his soldiers died—this was all to delay them, to keep them away from whatever final piece of the Shattered Veil Project he was setting into motion. --- Suddenly, a hulking figure emerged from the smoke—an enhanced soldier. His body rippled with unnatural muscle, veins glowing faintly with the same unstable serum Lazarus had been testing. His eyes burned an eerie crimson as he roared, charging straight for Sang-woo.

LORD KEAL: Name> Kelly Victor Age> 27 Race> Human Strength> 80 Speed> 75 Control> 95 Skills> (master level gunslinger, master level martial artiste, master level invincibility). KIM DEMON: Name> Kim Chiboy Age> 25 Race> Human Strength> 78 Speed> 75 Control> 90 Skills> (master level gunslinger, master level invincibility). DEATH VECTOR: Name> Ikechukwu Victory Age> 25 Race> Human Strength> 79 Speed> 75

I shoot one after the other, on a rampage. He shakes his head vehemently. That bastard. How could he do this to his own son? I clench and unclench my fists. "When was this?" My heart accelerates to an erratic rhythm and it's as if he identifies the traitor before I do because it knows. It already knows the answer. The soldier grits his teeth. "10 or so years ago," he replies. My heart beats so loudly I'm afraid it will burst out of my chest, scared that every single man in this room will be able to hear it cry out. In victory, in defeat, in madness, and delight.

The soldiers' faces were blurred, but their armor and weapons exuded spiritual energy, each possessing strength at the Aura level. Isabella was instantly shocked. She instinctively pulled out her pistol and fired three rounds at the sand soldiers ahead. This was almost her instinctive reaction, a skill she had honed in the military. Meanwhile, the sand soldiers emitted hoarse roars and rushed toward Wilbur and his group. Three gunshots sounded, all of them hitting the sand soldier ahead. The bullets passed right through its body, leaving three holes. However, it did not stop the soldier and it continued to wield its spear fiercely, thrusting it toward Isabella.

unsheathing is a skill which kills at lightening speed, a fast one-hit kill, suitable for people who possess a sword spirit". "Sword unsheathing", Jae Lee woo stopped moving, it seemed that the use of that sword was different from that of other swords. Traditionally, what swordsmen liked the less was the moment of unsheathing a sword because it is a critical moment during which a certain amount of time is lost and thus delays the moment when the attack can be carried out. Nevertheless, sword unsheathing was a skill made to kill people. Unsheathing the sword had killing for its sole purpose. The most powerful moment of that skill was unsheathing the sword and striking with one movement, if

Our kind would have been the world's best-kept secret if it weren't for them and I wouldn't have found myself in this position if it weren't for them either. "This stopped being about Dea and became about something bigger," Jason admitted as I felt my beast bristle beneath my flesh, "your kind have human DNA mixed with something else. You have the ability to heal faster than normal, you have immense strength, and the ability to fight diseases that affect humans. It's cruel to keep such a thing to yourself when you can help so many. You and your kind. If I can find a way to extract your healing genes, maybe your immunity to the illness itself, I could develop a cure. And if I can find others

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.