Warhammer Imperial Agents の小説・ストーリー

"The Imperial Tower is a vault for rulers. For this term, there are only four students assigned to the Imperial Wing: Sol, Marcus, you, and your Beta." He gestured to a stack of folders on the table. "You will have full access to your penthouse in the Silver Tower to use as your corporate offices and for your digital seminars. You can conduct your business there during the day. But when the sun sets, you will sleep in the Imperial Tower. No exceptions." Sol leaned against the wall, a predatory smirk playing on his lips. "It’s for your own protection, Queen. Besides, the Imperial Wing has much better coffee." A Board member pushed two sleek, obsidian tablets toward us. "Your schedules. You wi

Huge, dark shadows blocked out the rising sun, plunging the entire valley into sudden twilight. Three massive imperial air-galleys descended slowly through the fog. They were not tactical trucks or small scout ships. They were giant, hovering war vessels made of reinforced black iron and polished silver, as wide as entire city blocks. Long black banners hung from their iron hulls, bearing the glowing crest of a silver wolf skull wearing an imperial crown. "The High Lycan Council..." I whispered, my throat tightening as my eyes went wide with sheer disbelief. "The Imperial Fleet," Malakai snarled, his eyes flashing a blazing, lethal red. He reached out, grabbed my arm, and pulled me firmly be

I could feel her hesitation in her voice. " We can argue later. Hit me on my head. " I said to her. " You can pretend. " She said. " He is Duante Rego, The Mafia Emperor. He will easily get this. " I heard footsteps increasing, " He's coming. Do it fast. Give both guns to Duante. You know the summary. " I said. She nodded and hit me with the back of the gun on my head. I felt hot red blood, dripping down. It got black all of a sudden as I hit the ground.

Excitement suffused him as he would be doing it in a just way. "Get the bravest, toughest and strongest neo black members and beat them to hell!" One of the imperial lord finally spoke for the first time. He and his fellow imperials had not spoke since Stab started making his report. He sounded infuriated. 'Who the hell gave Jake the guts?' Sooner, the Black axe warriors of over thousands had sharpened their weapons and were all on the war gears to combat the incoming threat. Little did they know Jake was coming for a purpose that would give them rank.

Axel said. A young-looking man walked in panting, Marcel ran to the office immediately after he saw the call. "Sir," he said, Axel didn't raise his head from the file when Marcel came in, but then he suddenly looked up. Marcel was Axel's assistant. Marcel's breath hitched when Axel looked at him, although this wasn't the first time, he could never get used to his boss's glare. Axel Stuart was the CEO of IMPERIAL, a company that has been doing well for years and is one of the wealthy companies in the whole of Country A.

It was Emperor but there was a fleshy-like ink covering his left ear “looks like Emperor got brainwashed by Corona, he used to be Brainwashed by Commander Tatar; the antagonist of Splatoon 2: Octo Expansion but since Corona manipulated Commander Tartar hence the fleshy-like ink covering parts of his right face and his ear. Grace was in shock to see Emperor in this state he’s in. Emperor began to somersault and dive towards us, Grace, Mankey, Thorn Rose and I jump back as Emperor struck the ground with Splashdown, “Emperor…” said Grace with worry. “Unfortunately Emperor won’t hear you” I said to Grace. Grace looked at me “okay then Inkcanius, I can trust you that you can free Emperor from Cor

His crew moved sharper now, eyes darting, hands hovering near holsters since Monroe’s call lit a fuse. They’d been in Italy too long, kicked too many nests—Jeremy’s, and other shadows they couldn’t name. Now the buzz was back, and it stung. Reinforcements had rolled in—ten new agents, fresh off the plane, faces hard as granite. They stood by the weapons locker, checking mags, racking slides—war-ready, no flinch. Hammer turned to McCall, his second—lean, grizzled, eyes like slits. “Anything on the wire?”

[OFFICIAL SUMMONS: AEGIS ELITE PILOT PROGRAM] [RECIPIENT: REN WALKER (USER: WRAITH)] [SENDER: MINISTRY OF DEFENSE - TACTICAL OPERATIONS COMMAND] Mr. Walker. We have been quietly monitoring your combat telemetry and neural-sync rates within the Aegis Online public servers for the past six months. Your tactical efficiency, spatial awareness, and precision under extreme duress are unparalleled. The government is currently recruiting the top 0.01% of users for a highly classified, specialized defense initiative.

“The rogue king is nothing now without Lily. If we gather our forces together, we can take him down.” Each pack had over one thousand warriors if we worked this out. There was a chance of taking the rogue king down. I waited for their answer. "They will leave you to do it alone again." Maya growled. She tried to push her way through the mental wall I created earlier. She was angry at them and wanted to rip their heads off their bodies, so I pushed her again behind the wall. These men were getting on my nerves. “We are sorry, Haley, but no, we won’t be a part of your war.” Winston stood up as he spoke and ten of the alphas followed him, leaving the room one by one.

--- GREYTECH Private Bunker – Lily’s War Room Far away, in a secure, black-glass chamber of the GREYTECH network, Lily’s team was finalizing preparations. Holographic maps shimmered across the room, casting light over faces set in grim determination. Witches, warlocks, Lycans, and rogue agents—all had answered her call. The insignia of her network gleamed on their armor: silver branches over twin moons, a symbol that had become synonymous with both fear and hope.