Romans & histoires Mecha Hitler

His bone was almost visible it was a surprise he could even talk at all. “What is that?” Carl asked leaning closer. Even Noah leaned in to see better. “I may be wrong,” her voice was low but heavy with suspicion. “But he may have been stabbed with the Mekai.” “Mekai? What’s that?” Noah asked. “Do you Ptakkagaris know anything at all? The Mekai is a dangerous liquid that ends our immortally as descendants of the gods. The one thing that can kill all gods forever is a a dagger coated with the Mekai. As creatures of the moon goddess who has the blood of two pantheons in her veins, the Mekai does not necessarily kill us but it doesn’t render our powers useless. Healing becomes impossible and we

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

His eyes were like fire and I matched his glare. There was a massive lightning strike behind me that caught both of our attention. Looking back, I saw a man with a similar size, build, and stature as Lucifer, only that his face seemed younger and his armor looked to be made of gold instead of metal. Zeus. The man was anything but subtle, I’ll say that. Lucifer once said that he was power-hungry, that he had more wrath than Lucifer himself, and looking at him now, he sure gives off that essence.

But if not… well, she still had plenty of stamina for her trump card. “How many button presses did it take?” she asked. “To kill those thousands, I mean? Two? Three? Did you use torpedoes? Or bombs?” Orsethii screamed with rage at Eva’s words. “How dare you mock me!” she screamed. “I am the meta-controller of a Holy Mechanoid Devastator! My job was to act as the consciousness of my superiority war vessel and devastate our enemies over their own skies!” Alarm shot through Eva as she heard Orsethii’s declaration. The pieces quickly fell together in her mind. Meta-controller? Mechanoid? War vessel?

Your inability to pay off your debt is a direct consequence of your ineptitude. Ves had to suppress the urge to raise his middle finger. Instead, he challenged this stupid System. "I admit, I used to be a stupid kid, but I cleaned up my act. I'm a mech designer now!" [It is your lucky day! The Mech Designer System is the ultimate tool in this galaxy to design any machine that falls under the category of mechs. Any authorized user is allowed to use this System's many tools to design any mech imaginable with no conceivable limits.]

“They aren’t human. They’re the reason we’re here.” This man was Lord Sinteza, who in time would become the most powerful man in Mekra. A Christian blessed with immense wealth, Sinteza saw Mekra’s creation as God’s will. The city he imagined was not only a gathering of great scientists, but also a weapon to be used by God against the forces of darkness.

It was a giant, multi-armed mechanical Buddha made entirely of jagged chrome, glowing red optical sensors, and writhing, exposed synthetic Qi-meridians. "ROGUE WEAVER," the horrific entity—the Grand Compiler—spoke. Its voice was a sickening, overlapping chorus of thousands of digitized screams. "YOU HAVE CORRUPTED THE DAO. WE WILL ASSIMILATE YOUR ORIGIN CODE AND REBUILD A FLAWLESS HEAVEN." "Flawless?" Caleb rumbled, stepping in front of Scarlett, his massive Sovereign claws extending. "You look like a walking junkyard." Scarlett stepped out from behind his broad back, her starlight brush spinning gracefully in the zero-gravity environment. The First Weaver looked at the mechanical abominatio

The top steel hinge gave way with a loud bang, revealing a narrow gap that emitted a piercingly cold, neon blue light. Behind that gap, it wasn't just the BOSS with his terrifying blue visor goggles visible. Another shadow stood tall behind the BOSS, a creature with a mechanical body filled with glowing wires that radiated an aura of absolute emptiness. The creature's eye was a single, blood red camera lens that rotated slowly, staring directly at Bima with cold calculation. "Protector unit identity, Core Prime Avatar Alpha," Riska hissed, her face completely drained of all hope. The mechanical creature raised its right hand, which functioned as an electromagnetic energy cannon, aiming it di

Jax roared, swinging his phased gear-axe as he and Tank charged the left flank. The Depth-Commanders moved with a terrifying, mechanical grace that defied their massive iron bulk. One of the deep-sea mechs raised its gravity-hammer and brought it crashing down toward Tank. It didn't just hit the floor; it warped reality. The localized singularity at the head of the hammer struck the grated deck, instantly creating a miniature black hole that crushed a ten-foot section of solid iron into a compacted sphere the size of a baseball. Tank dove sideways, the sheer gravitational pull nearly dragging his heavy trike into the anomaly. "Watch the hammers! They aren't just heavy they delete the floor!"

"The firewall... it's biological! It’s using the Machine as a living brain!" At the center of the room, the machine moved. DEUS EX MACHINA. It stood ten feet tall, a skeleton of chrome and glowing red wires. It didn't have a human pilot this time. It ran on pure AI anger. WRRRRRM. The Machine’s eyes glowed crimson. It raised an arm cannon. "TARGETS ACQUIRED. FAMILY STERLING," a hollow, synthesized voice echoed. BOOM! A beam of concentrated plasma blasted the room. "Move!" Kael tackled Aurora, rolling her out of the blast radius just as the floor where she was standing melted into slag.