Immortal Executioner の小説・ストーリー

“Please take me now. I beg you.” Having satisfied his thirst for blood, the immortal Viking laid under the heavens and prayed that the gods from his past life would be kind and wipe him off the face of the Earth. With no answer from the puppet masters above him, Haldir braced his chest against the pain with his hand then pushed himself up with his other. Haldir stood up and claimed his knife from Mitchell’s chest and wiped it off on his expensive designer parka. With the fire inside extinguished, the bitter arctic wind clenched Haldir’s heart and his freezing hands fumbled to sheath the blade.

The reinforced glass of his monitors spider-webbed under the sheer weight of the entity's presence. "A parasite sitting upon the throne of the creators," the High Executioner projected its voice, a chilling, harmonic chorus of absolute indifference that bypassed the ears and vibrated directly against the skull. "And a thief who stole our sacred imprint. Your existence is an insult to the cosmic order." The Executioner slowly raised a golden, gauntleted hand.

The execution has been carried out with ruthless efficiency, sending a clear message to any who would dare to challenge Wilson’s authority. As the group moves to exit, Percy lingers for a moment, gazing at the remains. And as the last of the witnesses depart, Percy’s thoughts drift back to the dark days of his past. His role as the executioner has ended, but the memories of his previous life linger—a reminder of the price of survival and the darkness that resides within him. The room, now silent and empty, stands as a testament to the grim realities of power and betrayal.

"His name is Bashir, the Supreme Battle Warrior from a special outland organization. Bashir is known to be the strongest among hundreds of organizations in the outlands. On top of that, he's said to be immortal.” Adrian instantly frowned. An immortal? Immortality arts was said to be a power that had existed since ancient times, but he had never met an actual immortal before. Ever since finding the black metal below St. Elmer’s Church, he had suspected that immortals existed. He never expected to have his suspicions confirmed today. "Are you sure?"

Elara spoke. “Silence!” The Executioner spoke. The Executioner happens to be the lead warrior in the Prosecutors’ army during the Great Battle of the Sirens. He is the first warrior to eliminate 4 million sirens as a warlord. No one dared to speak before him unless asked to. “Who asked you to speak before the board?” The Executioner continued. “You don’t seem to understand women, Executioner; that is why you were never blessed with a mate.” The elder of legacy spoke.

Lucy tensed while Abby looked up at him with her innocent doe eyes. "Did you have fun today, love?" She reached for his cheek to fondly caress. "Well, yes I did have fun today, my moppet" With a tender smile, he closed his eyes and enjoyed her gentle touch. "Alek Vasili is the Executioner, the Wolf of the Underworld" Her next statement earned her three pairs of uneasy surprised eyes. "So, when will I meet the Negotiator?" Lucy tensed and froze. ****tbc****

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”

Without the Executioner Legion protecting the Council Table and stayed out of my way, after I announced that I would killed every single person that got into my way, no one dared to even look at my directions. That night, I killed all the 14 people member that made the Council Table of the Underworld International Organizations, no one even dared to questioned my actions nor my words, they hide in their holes and doesn’t dared to come out, I spared Mikhail life as I promised to the Old Lady Costa. “...Mikhail, you stupid greedy bastard….repent, like your mother asked you….repent like a mad person!!..…or you better fucking believe that…if not…I will come back in front of you like righ

magazines alongside protein shakes or aftershave.But when his blood was warm there were no such things and in many ways, his mind was stuck in a time warp.He always called his victims "my lady" and walked on their right side to keep his sword arm free.His manners were charming despite being both archaic and redundant.Yet each time he bowed a little and raised his trilby hat, the girls followed him like catnap.Unexpectedly he ran towards the man and sucked his wrist giving pains to the human man.The man fell on the ground, turned into the palest version of purple.One by one, the dead human beings started falling on the ground...dead.Agnes was observing whether he was lying or not.The corners

From the word Immortal, that means a mortal is rebelling against the passage of time. You will train the laws of time. "Tit!" "This..." "Immortal" "Tit!" ~Mission has been unlocked~ 1. Survive: Time limit: 10 days "Tit! ~Punishment has been unlocked~ 1. Death "This..." Afar from the jungle a cute animal appeared. "Butt! He saw someone looked like Butt! Yet he was small! "Haha! I saw an animal! I'm lucky!" This small bat called. "Butt! It's me!" Luis Park called.