Artorias Sword Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 26—Where To Go? Rain's point of view For the last few days, I have been thinking about La Arma Countryspy. Just thinking about being the one in charge makes my head hurt. Even if it is said that Ali will help me, it is still different when I have knowledge of such a business. Too delicate and complicated. "Hey! You've been an idiot for a while!" said Azariah while we were in the garden. Aliona was with us but took food from the kitchen.

The aura this red-eyed man was emanating was too much for my poor soul. Listening to what my father said, I realized he was in debt, once again! Now that he had no money, what was he going to trade? I wondered as I thought back to a pendant of mine he had almost snatched when he was in debt, claiming it could also pay his debt. That day was a day worth recalling… “And what are you going to use to pay me? Be quick about it, my patience is so little,” Mr. red eye said, and I noticed the nonchalant expression he had on. One look at that expression told me that killing was a piece of cake for him.

These twenty famous swordsmen apparently still haven't come forward to fight them. Both Chyou Chen and Khalid both stood still with lots of wounds and blood splattered all over their bodies. khalid suddenly moved quickly and stuck the spell paper onto Chyou Chen's body. "Live and avenge all this revenge on them." Chyou Chen's existence began to disappear with a white flash around his body. "How dare you make him leave." The killing aura of these twenty famous swordsmen cornered Khalid who was now alone. He smirked in satisfaction, "Come over here and fight me bastard." The twenty matchless Swordsmen attacked him together with their full strength.

We had to succeed. The clash of swords, the cries of the wounded, and the shouts of commands were heard all over the air. In the midst of this chaos, I faced Arit, the formidable warlord of the Rare breeds. She moved with a deadly grace, her every strike precise and powerful. I parried her blows, feeling the weight of each clash, shake through my body.

Red flames enveloped the hand. Arya Santanu's consciousness completely returned to herself, but her body when moving would be guided by Asura itself. So, the two of them seemed to share the task of fighting against the undead. Dewi Sari Kencana immediately took out her ice lotus sword. It was shaped like a rapier sword with a light blue lotus flower carved on the tip of the hilt. "Insolent! Kill them both!" The undead general had given his order.

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

“But the next time you leave an opening, Imma break you down into pieces.” Arth breathed heavily through his bloody mouth. He somehow found his balance as he stood still, shaking his painful arms off. His body had gotten too much damage, but he still had to overcome the pain and go beyond his limits. And so he extended both of his hands and materialized two ice swords. “And the next time you leave an opening,” Arth spat the blood in his mouth, “Imma slice your body down into pieces.”

Ngayon na nasa akin na ang buong kapangyarihan ni Darius, kailangan ko nang gumalaw. As Olivia's song neared its final note, a sudden, chilling sensation surged through my body. My breath hitched as I looked down at my hands—dark blue shadows poured from my palms, swirling and twisting, gathering into a solid shape. The shadows condensed into a sword—massive, pulsing with energy, its surface shifting like a living void. Without hesitation, without thought, I gripped the hilt, and with one swift motion, I raised the sword high and brought it down with all my strength.

Due to their work, they rarely saw each other and since Vailan is occupied with the east monsters, he is ordering Duke Schit to kill them before they maximize in number. The sword that Vailan gave to her, from the Seven Mountains, has been serving her for over a week already. Vailan called for mages to quickly dissipate Mr. Sword’s toxins and poisons in his body and now he’s standing beside Dallan. His white sword hung around his waist with his arms crossed. Although he doesn’t have a kind manner, at least his skills are far better than any knight. Of course, Dev and he might be on par in terms of strength and skills.