Bg3 Blade Of The First Blood の小説・ストーリー

He rushed Bastion and yanked the sword out and in one fell swoop he thrust the sword deeply into Bloodchild’s chest. “Get off me you beast!” Bastion shrunk back and went to one knee. General Langston ran up behind Alpha and went to land a double fisted strike onto his back. Alpha sensed the move and slid to the side. The strike instead landed on Bloodchild’s head. Bloodchild was knocked out cold with his sword sticking out of his chest, he fell backwards. The sword shot up and fell aside him.

“Our first match ladies and gentlemen is one that waters the mouth and wets the tongue. While many would assume that the first battle would be one that would prepare us for the highlights to come, the Barren Battlefield is no place for preliminaries. This is a warzone, and the first match is going to be just that!” “From the Clan of the First, we have our first representative. He is someone whose name rocks the world of geniuses and reminds us of our inadequacies. His first achievement was coming third place in the Rookie Championship ten years ago. His exquisite blade techniques and dagger skills elevated his name to the lips of both the new and old generation alike, making him the envy of

Blade was nearly two meters tall. His body was particularly robust and he had bulging muscles. The short-sleeved T-shirt that he wore accentuated his chest muscles, and they were big enough to rival an average woman's bosom. His bronze-colored arm muscles instilled fear in people, while his thick eyebrows and sharp eyes were brimming with might. When he arrived, he rubbed his bald head and asked Trevor in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, who do you want me to kill?"

Not with Nova and Isla behind me, not with Blade at my side. Blade’s strikes were brutal, calculated, forcing it to split its focus. Every time it committed to one attack, we met it with another. I could see the frustration building—an unfamiliar expression for something that seemed unstoppable. And then, the first real opening appeared. Its arm overshot, leaving its side exposed. I drove my knife deep, twisting, and felt resistance give way. A hiss, a howl of fury—but it staggered. Nova gasped, clutching Isla tighter.

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

“And what do I have to give in return?” He bent his head. “Everything you were before.” My hands curled around the flask tight. The wind picked up. And I felt it again, that whisper in my blood, that cold beneath my skin, that call I didn’t understand. “Okay,” I said. He nodded once. “Then get up.” I did slowly. He took a step back. And threw a blade at my feet. “First lesson,” he said, voice low. “Learn how to stop bleeding.” The blade was heavier than I thought.

Wearing a smug look on his face, the First Blood Emperor said, “This is a divine sword passed down by my ancestors a millennium ago. Legend has it that this was the sword my ancestors used to slay the dragon. Since the sword is contaminated by the dragon’s blood, not only does it possess enormous power, but it also has a unique ability. The moment it makes contact with an enemy, his blood will be instantly drained, hence the name ‘Blood Devourer Blade’.” The existence of the Blood Devourer Blade was merely a myth among the Blood Race. For a millennium, no one had ever laid their eyes upon the sword. That was why everyone believed that it was merely a myth.

A girl watching her family fall apart. Far away, beyond mountains and forests, the First Blood Vampire stood upon a balcony overlooking his kingdom. The night wind stirred his dark cloak. A servant approached and bowed. "My lord." "Speak." "The proposal has been delivered." The vampire king nodded. "And the family's response?" "They have not answered." A faint smile appeared on his lips. "They will." The servant lowered his head. "What if they refuse?" The First Blood looked toward the moon. His crimson eyes gleamed. "They won't."

Willow stood back and began to absorb the essence of all the fallen Slendermen. His eyes flashed red as his hair tuned white. He felt the runes etched and tattooed on his body awakening. “First tier of the Blood Born: Blood Knight.” Immediately, a scarlet broadsword appeared in his hand. The Slenderman lunged at him, and he sidestepped it, slashing at its legs. As it fell to the ground, he changed his position, smashing his feet into the thing’s face.