روايات وقصص ضمن Birth Of The Demonic Sword

Damien said. " Enough of the introduction. Show me what you learned for thousands of years". Damien yelled as he charged at him. They fought furiously till Damien beat Dante. He fell weakly to the ground breathing heavily. Damien calls out a sword as it magically appears in his hands. "Demonic… . sword??". Dante's eyes widened in shock. " Shocked?? I expected that. Now it is time for you to die". Damien raise the sword up about to stab him " Max!! ". Dante yells.

I was a half-demon with another form, and to me, prayers were like a swarm of gnats. All that buzzing and biting distracted and annoyed me, but it didn’t preclude me from acting. Or, more precisely, rushing forward, deflecting the templar’s blow—which made my hand go numb—and thrusting my sword right into his...yep, exactly that part of his anatomy. I sincerely sympathized with him as a man, but those scum would do well not to breed. Two.

Its aura was so suppressive that even Village Head Fan felt his breathing grow heavy under its nonexistent gaze. “The Demon Sword Durandal: that which bestowed its name to my son. The demon sword that reaps countless of lives. Its gaze is as oppressive as always. And it rejects me once again.” Village Head Fan had a bitter expression on his face as he struggled to keep his eyes on the sword.

I remember Isaac Knox saying, 'You must live and achieve your goals. This proves that Isaac's and my brothers' souls—Werner and Casey- live in my body. Casey threw the hunter's sword back to me. The red sword shining with Casey's spiritual energy in my hand turned into a sword with black steel. Casey's energy coating it mixed with my demonic power. "Demon sword!" Eren muttered. "Ha ha ha! This is interesting!" shouted De Comte, spreading his arms outstretched. "Okay, I will accompany you to play. You can kill me as much as you want, and I will come back alive as much as I want!"

The growl evolved and fluctuated in so much rage. He is faster than I imagine and getting closer sooner than I expected. I pull my sword out of thin air. The sword that's been forged by the man who is famously known as the "Devil's hand". Every soldier and warrior dreams of possessing a weapon that is been forged by him. It is said to be indestructible and the only weapon that can kill a supernatural being. You may be wondering how I possessed a such treasure, well, he used to summon me and wished to be the best blacksmith in the world, so I gave the Devil's hand and in return, instead of taking his soul, I ask him to make me the best sword that can kill all types of supernatural being inclu

No one had ever dared to humiliate him that way. How dare a Dramonian youth like Sebastian slap him in public? He would make Sebastian and Dramon pay for each slap with tens of thousands of lives. There was a sharp, shrill twang from the sword that echoed around them. The dark light on the Demon's Sword gradually turned a deep green. "Oh, no!" Even Alice cried out in fear when she saw what was happening. Although the Demon's Sword didn't qualify as a sacred weapon, it was filled with Saydan's demonic power!

He activated a secret technique, drawing out the demonic energy hidden within the sword. In an instant, the sword's body quivered violently as if an ancient, slumbering beast had been awakened. A deafening roar erupted. The sword trembled as a terrifying demonic shadow burst forth. Its claws were outstretched, lunging toward Chase. "A sword spirit?" Chase raised an eyebrow slightly. He was no stranger to sword spirits. However, this one was weak, roughly at the level of a stage-eight martial god. With a mere thought, Chase raised a finger and unleashed a streak of crimson sword energy. The air split apart as the energy shot straight toward the demonic figure.

I yelled releasing my sword of the righteous. I swung at the demon, his large burnt figure moved with a speed rivaled to that of a vampire. His eyes leaked magma as if it were crying. It opened its mouth roaring loudly at me, showing me its bright orange throat. I cut through its arm, causing it to let out a loud screech that harmed my hearing. I didn't have time to process as it slashed my chest with its claw like fingers.

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

"How?" The bishop came in after a short silence "I think I can!" He suggested but they were expecting an explanation. So, he began "Tracking his demonic scent, since it's what he finally cherish the most. Although, it would be stressful and painful but with that, I might be able to track him." He idealized. Nodding affirmatively, they agreed. Bishop Daimon opened his right palm upward causing a bright holy orb to appear out of thin air. It was a tracking technique that absorbs demonic essences but tasked on one entity, the orb moved forward and reluctantly, they followed.