Bandit's Blood Curved Sword นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He raised his sword, its point dangerously close to Alruna’s neck. Curtis's face remained impassive, a mask of controlled fury. One of his men muttered grimly, "Looks like we'll be picking up body parts again. Your turn," he said, gesturing to the group on the opposite side of the clearing. The bandits repeated their demand, their voices strained with impatience. "Which one of you is Curtis's wife?" Silence. The leader, his eyes blazing with anger, seized Lunette, pressing his sword against her throat.

Taking a deep breath, I smelt the shift in the air. Sighing with a small smirk, I glanced at all the cursed ones before my gaze settled back onto Mother. "I'm sorry to bring you all the bad news, but I'm afraid I can't let you have my blood." Reaching behind my shirt, I pulled out a small silver dagger with vine engravings on the handle. Holding the blade by my side, I stared at my mother. A few of the cursed ones growled in my direction as they noticed the knife at my side.

It was then I realized that that was a teasing chuckle. "Maybe there have been a lot of changes from the time I was away. I speak with the image I recalled at the time I was here." Rose shrugged, "It wouldn't be bad to see warriors though, watch them fight in their metal armour and their silver swords." "We're Wolves, not knights. Our fights are much more brutal than you'll expect." "I'm not surprised," She tittered, just then she stopped moving, I turned to ask why the sudden stop. And there she stood rooted to the ground with eyes and mouth wide open. She looked like she was stabbed swiftly on the chest with a sword .

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

“What is that weapon in your hand?” Andrius saw that the attack was effective and sneered. “This blade is called the Nine-Curved Demonslayer. It’s especially used to deal with demonic cultivators like you. By the way, I got this sword from someone called Wilson Cox.” Wilson Cox! Elder Salo was struck by those words. “It really was you! You were the one who killed the Young Master!” After a brief period of astonishment was boundless anger. He stared at Andrius, his eyes spewing fire. “Boy, just surrender!”

"This is the legendary Crimson Blood Sword from the reign of the Blood Emperor. Although its grade isn't quite at disaster rank, it can drain the blood of living beings to refill its owner's power. When a specific number of lives have been sacrificed, the blade itself can evolve to the Disaster rank." The Count elaborated. His eyes were drawn to the weapon. "With its blood-stealing qualities, it may be stated that this is an ideal blade for somebody who lives on the battlefield." I was taken aback. The name of the sword differed from what the system displayed. Wait a second... Did this auction house just give it a random name because they didn't know what it was? I chuckled. "The Crimson Blo

"Son of Sarnus, I declare war on you as the Duke of Toddlers." Toddlers looked to Noah and said. "Come on, let's see what the rookies of the Bloodbats are like!" Noah replied, then gestured for me to hide. "Kill him and then capture the human." Toddlers gave orders to the blood bats around them. The same whirlpool as before appeared at Noah’s feet, but this time, the whirlpool looked like boiling water. In the center of that, Noah drew a long sword, even the blade was blood red with a rose bat pattern carved out of it.

"I'm here to talk. I thought you'd all want to know what's coming for you." Eden tried to reach for Violet, but Curzon pulled her behind his back. Liquid silver shot from Curzon's free hand and a ragged soul emerged from nothingness. Its eyes were black holes and a sword hung from its drooping arms. The creature held no life within, only Curzon's will. The entire masquerade shuddered. The golden warriors of Parvara pushed ahead and leveled their spears at the dead one. "What in storm's name?" Violet breathed, horrified by Curzon's immense power.