Novel & Cerita Bandit's Blood Curved Sword

“You killed my nephew. My blood. There’s a price.” Giovanni Rossi didn’t blink. “He stole from us. Skimmed three shipments. That’s a death sentence in any family. You know it.” “Doesn’t mean I let it stand,” Vitale snarled. “You want peace? Fine. But I want something permanent. Something that binds us so tight neither side can breathe without the other’s permission.” Giovanni’s eyes narrowed. “Name it.” Vitale smiled—thin, cold, victorious. He slid a photograph across the table.

She leaned into it, just a fraction, her eyes closing. A shout from the courtyard below shattered the moment. They sprang apart, the prince and the warrior snapping back into place. Leaning over the balcony, they saw a rider, one of the outriders from the morning’s diversion, stumbling from his lathered horse, holding a cloth-wrapped bundle. Valerius was already there, taking the bundle. He unwrapped it, and even from the balcony, Leigh could see what it was: a broken arrow, fletched with raven feathers. Tied to it was a scroll.

The Fourth Sword Lord's teeth were extremely important, producing a blood sword in the sea of blood. The Blood Sword emitted a desolate and deathly stillness. It intertwined with the Blood Sacrifice Sword Skill and went straight to Yang Xiao. For a time, light and shadows intertwined in the air, and loud sounds kept ringing. In the whole world, countless people were standing in front of the screen and watching the fierce battle. They didn't even dare to breathe. "It's so wonderful!"

For the Ebony Panther King was already on his way here. “Wing Augmented Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King” Mane swung the sword with all his strength. The stone sword hummed strongly, glowing with a beautiful green light. The winds of change mingled happily with destructive lightning and created a greater output of power than either was capable of individually. For a second it looked like it was going to break. But it stood firm, handling the destructive energy of the Bloodied Blade technique before handing it over to something else – the crystal clad abdomen of the White Fox.

Hector's mindset as a merchant was even crazier than I thought. "So, can we proceed with our transaction?" "Sorry, I won't sell it," I replied, firmly reassuring Mr. Hector. "How about we barter then?" He still didn't want to give up on obtaining my sword. He went to retrieve two swords from his cabinet. "This one is made from the tail of a Leiurus scorpion monster, and this one is made of adamantium. What do you think?"

Only then did the ruby’s light gutter out and the tip fell to the ground. I turned then, feeling a presence behind me, and saw him. A Bloodmoon warrior, tall and broad and cruel-looking, holding a curved scimitar in each hand. Each one was encrusted with a single ruby in the hilt, pulsing with that red light. Shit. I took a step back, calling to Damon over my shoulder, “I need some backup!” “Bit difficult right now,” Damon replied as he clashed with another warrior wielding a ruby mace.

He gave a pained yell, stumbling forward and clutching his side. "You Hunter bitch!" He spat the words with venom, blood seeping through the fingers he pressed against the wound. I hadn't hit anything vital, a strike like that wouldn't be fatal to his kind. But it wouldn't heal. Not anytime soon. That was the beauty of my sword. My most prized possession. Anyone kissed by its edge was cursed with a wound that refused to close. No medicine, no dark magic could stitch it shut. The curse would only end if passed to another. Unless my blade tasted someone else's flesh, that wound would weep for eternity. Or at least until his death.

It was an unfair number. “Bandits!” Yunda yells, helping his brother up off the ground to continue a battle they had already begun. The bandits in question seemed human in nature but because of how covered they were in black garments, masks, and weapons, I knew better than to assume they were anything but Daemonaria. I look behind me to see another basket-hilted sword on the floor of the carriage, it looks similar to Corvu’s, and honestly it helps me to feel better remembering that fact. I rush forward to help Bella, who is currently fighting off two of the masked figures at either side of her. My first attempt at real sword fighting was a bit of a blunder.

“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!”

“So… Kronos. Who exactly are you? Why were you so sure about the Spirit Sword King’s sword?” “You don’t need to know.” He replied and nudged his glasses. Right, that doesn’t prove he’s stronger than Kuroyuki Shiroha. “If you had some more advanced, more powerful weapons, why did you gave me junk? Are those even junk?” “Two double-edged swords, a broad-axe, and two longswords. Right… even though they are junks, the weapons you broke costs you 3.6 million CIC. ‘Once broken, consider sold’, I believe you need to pay me the money for the compensation.” (CIC is the money value for Central Imperial Island, also the most expensive money.)