Warlord Titan Artwork Novels & Stories

“I also heard that he left his commander stamp.” “You know about that too?” Trevor reached for the black commander stamp and put it on the table. “Look, Mr. Fuller, this commander stamp looks similar to the real commander stamp, but it’s fake! “First of all, it's not made of pure gold. Besides, there are actually nine dragons carved on this commander stamp! Everyone knows that only one dragon can be carved on the God of War's commander stamp. Thomas, that stupid fella, doesn’t have any common sense even though he used to be the God of War. He’s making a fool of himself!”

Galatrina spoke calmly but with sweat on her cheeks. "I know, and one of them is going to be a pain in the ass." Alucard respond in a menacing way. Hiyojin then looked at the sky. "So we're facing him ha. Leomord, former number 1 of the 1st generation of warriors. If only Teresa is here." He looked down at the ground while sweating. Most of the warriors finally sensed the incoming demons. They braced themselves as the approaching hordes of demons trampled the ground and creating an earthquake within the earth.

His spies reported. Tylor left them standing there and ran towards the entrance of the warehouse, but he stopped in his tracks as if he thought of something. “Bloody imbeciles! you know what to do and make It fast.” He yelled to his warriors then ran inside the warehouse. The warriors did not need to be told more as they worked fast erasing any trace of them being there.

Now, Rhychard was a Warrior of the Way and the first human Warrior at that. "But you still need to eat, Warrior," Rhychard said to his reflection. While he did an elf's job protecting the world from evil, he still had a human's appetite, as well as very human bills. Being a Warrior didn't come with health benefits, a Christmas bonus, or even a paycheck. He slipped a black T-shirt over his head and left the bathroom. Kree lifted his giant muzzle from the arms of the couch as Rhychard entered the living room portion of his apartment, sneezing as the Warrior passed through.

"Yes father, sorry... I just want to try my magic to train them really hard!" "No, I have nothing against that. In fact, I am amazed you can bring creatures back to life, I expect that you will be of great help to our kingdom in the near future. What are those creatures?" "I revived the four head dragons, Titanoboa, golgozur dinosaurs, and 100 dead warriors. Although I am not sure if they are as strong as they used to be," responds Arthur. "Given the bruises and contusions your 12 zodiac warriors received, they must be as strong as they were alive. I looked forward to seeing your magic power on the 40th anniversary of our Kingdom!"

Someone else makes the old ward-sign against evil—thumb and forefinger crossed over the heart. Torren steps down from the crate. He doesn’t shout. He doesn’t need to. He points to a rough table near the central fire where two soldiers are already at work. Parchment. Charcoal. Ink mixed from soot and spit. Wanted posters. The artist is no master—quick, crude strokes—but the likeness is unmistakable. Snow-white hair spilling from a hood. Sharp blue eyes that seem to pierce even on flat parchment. A child’s face, small and solemn, framed by the storm-gray cloak. Beneath the sketch, in block letters scratched deep:

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

But he, of course, wasn’t the one that birthed him. Even if he had been a woman, he wouldn't have birthed Alarick. Because the Warlord had to be on field, he also couldn’t afford to be hurt or die easily. It could be the death of their empire. So their family came from a legacy of children born by frost giants from a warlord’s blood. If the child was born a woman, the giants took her away. If it was a man and human, he would be the next Warlord.

He immediately learned they were clues about the boons inside the Chaos Battlefield. There were countless boons scattered throughout the Chaos Battlefield. The greatest of them was the Herstellen Art. The Herstellen Art was from beyond the Endlos and was the Supernatural Power of the Extraterrestrial Demon’s Great Commander. How Emperor Raiah obtained it and left it within the Chaos Battlefield was a mystery. James briefly examined the inscriptions, then satisfiedly stored them away. The Herstellen Art was second on his priority list. His main goal was still to obtain the remaining sacred scrolls.

Hearing this, Autumn was startled and said, “If you buy a few at once, I can sell them to you for two million each.” Philip said, “Okay, give me five.” “Any heavy artillery warcraft? Recommend one or two to me.” Hearing Philip's request, Autumn's eyes lit up. Heavy artillery warcraft was beyond compare in terms of price, so she quickly said, “The most powerful warcraft with heavy artillery is the Garuda warcraft, also known as the Sky Gunship. The Garuda warcraft has a total of 24 main energy cannons and 48 secondary energy cannons. It's the absolute overlord of the sky!