All Chapters of ELARION : The Echo Breaker: Chapter 111
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126 chapters
CHAPTER 109: The Impossible Formation
The mechanical arm on Ganda's shoulder screamed. The sound of hot steam hissing mixed with the squeak of metal beginning to crack produced a sound that cleaved the ears. The red indicator light from inside that arm illuminated the darkness of the escalation corridor. Ganda stood like a stone in front of dozens of Elite Scribes.So
Last Updated : 2026-05-29
CHAPTER 110: The Scribe And The New Tyrant
The fractal steel door slid shut tightly at Ganda's back. The sound of heavy hydraulic creaks cut off all the remaining noise from the outside corridor. The sound of Sora's sword clashing with machine metal disappeared completely. Borot's rough curses vanished swallowed by the walls. The Selevan Tower throne room sealed itself absolutely. Ganda was now truly alone.
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CHAPTER 111: Prison Of Nostalgia
The pale white blade of the Gandring Sword cleaved the solidifying air with unnatural speed. The seven flawed curves on that sword produced no whistling sound, but a metal scream that sliced the remaining hearing.Arok did not behead the head kneeling in front of him.
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CHAPTER 112: Blocked Logic
The suction force of the exhaust pipe vomited their bodies into the open air.Elara hit the iron grate floor first. She twisted her body in the air so her shoulder absorbed the impact. Pain spread quickly from her back to the base of her neck.
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CHAPTER 113: The Last Remaining Coin
A bright red emergency light blinked piercing the darkness of the axis. The sound of a mechanical alarm clanged loudly hitting the cylinder walls.The pneumatic elevator platform stopped totally in the middle of the vertical corridor. The jerk from the sudden braking made Elara fall tumbling holding her left shoulder. Niko was thrown
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CHAPTER 114: The Doomsday Blueprint
A hard impact cut off that vertical pace.The pneumatic elevator platform crashed into the steel retaining block at the upper end of the axis corridor. The steel chains creaked sharply and immediately slackened stiffly. The hiss of hot steam stopped totally in one jerk.
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CHAPTER 115: The Irony of The Iron Wall
Valerius's Zweihänder sword cleaved the head of that guard machine into two parts.Cracking metal creaked loudly, spraying sparks into the air. The humanoid body slumped from the Dreadnought's hull and vanished, swallowed by the blizzard below.
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CHAPTER 116: The Bloody Track Wheels
The Dreadnought roared piercing the blizzard.The carbon steel track wheels beneath its hull crushed the tundra ice layer into sharp splinters. Hot steam sprayed from the cracked plate gaps. The pressure alarm sounded endlessly slicing the command room.
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CHAPTER 117: Valerius's Final Oath
The Dreadnought shifted backward.Valerius felt it before he heard it. The sharply slanted steel plate floor vibrated in an unnatural rhythm. That vibration propagated through the glass shards, pierced his leather gloves, and entered his chest cavity.
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CHAPTER 118: Counting Blood
The explosion of a copper bullet shook the air of the steel corridor.The rough vibration from the gunpowder recoil propagated from the palm of Borot's hand to the base of his arm. A hole the size of a fist gaped in the metal chest plate of the front-line machine. The humanoid body staggered backward two steps and collapsed, crashing into the line behind it.White smoke smelling of sulfur billowed from the muzzle. Borot stared at the pistol in his hand. That weapon felt very light. Its gunpowder pouch was flat. Its lead bullet pouch was empty. He threw that weapon to the floor. The metal of that pistol clinked and slid away into the corner of the corridor.The end of the corridor in front of them was filled with movement again.Tall metal-clad silhouettes stepped out from behind the steam fog. Ten. Twelve. Fifteen. The red optical lenses on their flat faces glowed, piercing the shadows. Borot drew his pirate short sword from his waist. The blade was already filled with deep scratches
Last Updated : 2026-06-09