Supremacy Light Gg の小説・ストーリー

3 [X] Class: Variable Superiority Fighter Loadout - Grevatia Armory “Ballista” Corrosion Sniper [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Hailfire” Thermic Flak Cannon [S] - NeutroDrive Galactic “Thunderclap” Micromissile Launcher [A] — Freya and Lucifer sped down towards the planet at incredible speeds, and leveled off as they punched through the atmosphere. Both ships glowed brightly from the heat of re-entry, as superheated ionized gasses burned all around them.

The G-force pressed my spine against the back of the saddle, the world around me slowing down into a terrifying, weightless crawl. I raised the data-deck, aiming it at the glowing white square of the hangar bay above us. < EXECUTING: IFF_SPOOF_OVERRIDE.EXE > I felt the Origin-Code in my blood surge, traveling down my arm and into the deck. A pulse of invisible, sapphire energy erupted from the Sovereign. Inside the hangar, the blinding white security lights instantly flickered and turned a deep, friendly green. The automated ceiling turrets, which had just swiveled to track our ascending heat signatures, suddenly went slack, their targeting lasers winking out.

And Cole is his guardian, the role of the guardian consist of helping him and tell him what to do just like a beta but a beta is more like a second leader, Giovanni isn't fully a beta since he's only 16 so Cole is acting as a beta for now on. At 18, Max will finally be the alpha of the werewolves and also the head of the council because he's the wolf that has a certain dominant character and a special power. At the age of 15, he was able to control all the power he received from the MoonGoddess. He was able to do psychokinesis (to move objects with his mental effort alone), telepathy with werewolves other than his pack members and lastly the most important is that he can heal people in a few

Backs turned to her. Perfect distraction. The boss moved like a shadow, me at his heel. We carried custom suppressed HK USP Tacticals, the matte black finish absorbing the dim light. These weren't standard issue; they were precision tools worth more than most men made in a year. We blew the door. The fake hinges gave with a crack that rattled the walls. It was over before they could blink.

SOMEWHERE IN A CAVE… Someone walked into the cave, making the person in the cave stop what she was doing. "It's Aaron" the person that walked in said. The Alpha of the Lumiere pack, he's the Supreme Alpha. "I know," the person in the cave replied. I've seen it, the Enlightened one is already speaking to him. We need to act fast before he starts to spoil our plans. It's almost time.

Little white specks showed a one meter square area of surface ahead of us. I looked to Remi's figure. "What do you think?" "You're the boss. I'm just here for moral support." "And balance," I added. "Right, that, too." I crawled forward. Remi inched in behind me. The glass square seemed to hold. I squirted a tiny bit more baby powered ahead of us. The powered lit up another square piece of glass. I crawled on to that. The next one ahead of us, did not light up. I couldn't even see the powder fall. I tried to the left with no luck, and then to the right. The next square lit up. I looked behind me at Remi. He was self-illuminated now. His normally stoic face looked concerned. I think it was th

Enzo said. "Then you’re a dead man driving a hearse." Miller began to raise the shotgun. I didn't wait for Enzo to fire. I reached for the SUV’s light bar controller on the dash—a row of heavy-duty toggle switches used for off-road navigation. I flipped all six of them at once. Six thousand lumens of ultra-white LED light exploded from the roof of the Suburban.

He did not care about Gene Points anymore as he was now a Grade SSS gene martial artist. What on earth were Supreme Combat Gloves? Lucas checked the Supreme Combat Gloves’ attributes. Supreme Combat Gloves: A zombie-exclusive weapon. Upon being equipped, the strength of the wearer will be doubled. It was something that had been custom-made for Biggy, was it not? He put the Supreme Combat Gloves on for Biggy. The gloves were silver in color, and they looked extremely majestic. Additionally there were several sharp and cold blades attached to them.

The tallest one, the leader, had a grizzled jaw and eyes like chipped obsidian, sharp and unyielding. His name, Pamela would later learn, was Ivan. He carried himself with the quiet authority of someone who’d seen too much to be rattled by a single body. The other two followed his lead, wordless, their duffel bags clinking softly with the tools of their trade—chemicals, brushes, and plastic sheets that crinkled ominously as they set them down.

Dominic growled. "Hold your fire and maintain your position," Dominic ordered, his tone flat. "Let them get comfortable in the shadow zone. Don't make a sound. Let them think they're safe." Hugo lowered his optics, a cold focus cutting his eyes as he watched the flashlights below cut through the dark. "The prey is dead in the middle of the kill zone, Boss." "Signal Alexei," Dominic commanded. "Close the goddamn cage. " Dozens of military xenon lamps blazed to life at the exact same second, turning the dark yard into blinding white daylight. Shinjiro cursed, throwing his forearm up as the glare burned his eyes.