Artorias Sword Novels & Stories

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

says an aristocrat " Oh how I wish I could see it too" *giggle* " Oh my I didn't know you like such things" at Celeus amused question the rest of the room also started laughing " Of course, who wouldn't want to see that?" the rest of them agreed Celeus than stood up from his chair and put a big smile on his face " why didn't you say so from the start ofcourse I can help you with that" " Haha really?" " But ofcourse" Celeaus than took out his sword and cut the aristocrat's head off

There were around a thousand of them, but Harriet held them by herself with her . The swords and the spears from all around Almandine City, even outside of it, had floated and started to glow with purple . All of them formed a thousand upon thousand of and , ready to pierce into the Wyvern's body. Behind her, Orcenal vomited blood. He fell to his knees, and his body started to glow and disintegrate into thousands of light particles. While Harriet's eyes glowed in golden and purple light, maintaining her connection with Liam, as well as preparing the biggest in the history of mankind.