Archer Fate Unlimited Blade Works นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His attacks had all been perfectly blocked by Chase while Chase’s attacks had him in a fluster. He had no choice but to use his trump card. Blood Thirst suddenly retreated. The blade expanded to double its power as a bright, red light glowed from it. Murderous intent was spread everywhere. Amon started chanting. It was not long before numerous big and small images of himself appeared behind him. Each of them had a red blade flash behind their backs. “Bloody Blade, Million-Kill Formation!” Numerous images merged into powerful energy. The look on Undead Joey, Greg, and Lynn’s faces changed.

I asked, barely above a whisper. He hesitated, his eyes darting to the timer. I could see his throat move as he swallowed hard. “Answer me,” I said, louder this time. He sighed shakily. “Yes… it’s bad. It’s a Crimson Ultra Charge, my lady. Military grade. One of the deadliest kinds.” My blood ran cold.. “Get me out of here,” I snapped, my voice rising. Blake ran a hand through his hair, scanning the straps and wires. “We have to stay calm…”

He still flirting when saw the madness look on her face. Arrghhhh! She summon the shadow to prepare the battle, change her weapon from a sword into the Arch Bow. "System! Active blacksmith and change the sword into a Arch Bow." Tink! Change the sword into a Arch Bow success. Tink! State Arch Bow release. Name : Arch Bow Strength : 20 Agility : 20 Vitality : 20 "Spelling?" Lee Kuo Ang mumbling. He see the sword disappear and appear become the Arch Bow.

I tossed the blanket aside and stood. Staggering, I moved to the edge of the window frame and stared at what they were doing in the yard. Archer was holding the ugliest sword I’d ever seen. The blade was thin and long, a dull black, like it didn’t even have an edge. The hilt was rough, leather and some material I couldn’t place. Was this really the super sword that supposedly came out of that shell? I was skeptical, but when I saw the excitement in Archer’s eyes, I realized this wasn’t simple at all.

He loaded the other one and put it under his belt. He pulled out another box. It was rectangular in shape. He opened it and revealed a slim dagger with the belt. He strapped it under his pants just above the ankle. "You know how to use any weapon"? He turned to Noah. "Uhm. Chamber revolver… Conrad taugt me". He replied seriously. Natt nodded in approval. Handing him a holster. He opened and found a mini revolver, an 8 bullet chamber revolver. It was the latest 38 Special Blank-Firing Revolver. Noah strapped it under his shirt on his chest.

he said raising it and shoving it back into the sheath, he walked out of his room and Regal followed. Regal stood behind Raymond, his hands clutched at his back, as Raymond addressed the recruits with grace like he didn't have a big painful wound at his back, eating him up. Regal heart was heavy, but with his chin raised high, he watched the new recruit, yell "to victory" while raising their swords. Whatdo I feell? You wouldn't want to know, but at least I knew, even those who I thought were blessed by fate, also had their problem.

I asked. “She’s doing fine baby; it was just little fever and our little warrior is doing a great job fighting it. She is resting now and will be her old happy self after her power nap.” Dad assured me and I sighed in relief. “This is probably my fault.” I chided myself softly, but my dad would have none of it.

His howl of agony pierced the woods. The chains glowed white-hot as they touched his beast flesh, the silver searing into him with a hiss. "You really think this can hold me?" he snarled, writhing. "I’m an upgraded wolf, remember?" I stepped into the clearing, fully shifted back into human form. I wore a simple black combat suit. In my hands: a bow and three arrows. Each arrow tip glowed faintly. "Oh, I remember," I said coolly. "That’s why I brought toys."

Familiar. The prophecy. The same one that had dogged my steps since I was a girl too sharp-tongued and too strange for her coven. The one I had tried to outrun when I chose love over lineage, war over silence. It had always been there. But now it had a heartbeat. A name. Archer. "They think fate is something you can pass like a crown," I whispered. "Like inheritance. But fate is not gold. It's a blade." His lips curled in something almost like a smile, though it was bitter and laced with iron. "Then let them learn we raised a weapon."

The blade sliced into him like cutting through softened butter. ‘Ouch. Sounded like that hurt him if his prepubescent girly scream was any indication,’ Zeus said snorting. I would have to agree with my wolf on that one for certain. My body jumped backwards, giving me enough room to get my staff into proper rotation. The reason that I chose this as my weapon to specialize in was because of its versatility. It did not matter which end hit your opponent because both would do equal damage. Once you got it into rotation, it became a spinning wheel of doom. If you wanted two weapons, then you could unfasten them, giving you dual blades.