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Caspian alone was not enough to defeat him! Unexpectedly, Caspian swung his sword and the demonic finger was knocked back. Countless rays of light burst forth, and the void thousands of miles away collapsed under this sword! "What?!" The Demon Sovereign's expression changed. "Why is this sword so terrifying?" Caspian's Sword Dao was very powerful. Demon Sovereign had long noticed this, but no matter how powerful it was, it was impossible to force his demonic finger back. Not only was the demonic finger forced back, but it was also forced back by Caspian. What was going on?

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

When unsheathed, the blade absorbs the wielder's vitality and returns it for as long as the blade takes a life. [+60 Attack] [Each time it is drawn or swung, 200 HP is depleted] [Passive: the more blood the sword consumes, the stronger it grows.] I scowled. This was a forbidden weapon. I've heard about banned swords before. It had a long history and was never intended for nefarious purposes when it was created. These so-called forbidden swords were originally the swords of courageous warriors who fought against demons. These swords were made from demon blood by the inhabitants of this world to battle the demons, despite their ignorance of the potential negative implications.

Although the drawback is it also corrupts the wielder. But with the crystalized essence of holy energy, the demonic orb, and the last item, "Shamir Stone" I could revive its former glory with our race constitution. Beyond everything, this sword was especially made for me, since I was the only one who had the audacity to wield this life-threatening sword amongst my siblings. Last time, I was dominated in a battle against a Seraphim, unfortunately for me I wasn't able to fight back with my full strength, but it would be different this time.

The sword comes out of its sheath, wind cloud moves, the momentum comes out, thunder storm is angry. Ghosts and monsters are afraid, demons are afraid. This is the magic weapon that God Wind has inherited from generation to generation. There are countless demons and ghosts that die on this God Wind Destroy Evil Sword, and the murderous aura is overwhelming. When the God Wind Destroy Evil Sword had just appeared, it seemed as if you could still hear the unwilling screams of countless demons and monsters, echoing in everyone's ears. Not to mention the remaining ordinary people, even Adonis Miller, could not bear the influence of this Sword Qi, and had an urge to kneel down and worship.

Even though it has been descendants of the twentieth, but the nature and Ariesta's attitude has appeared that she is from the king's descendants. But she is now in shock. Her natur become grumpy... Only to Sebastian Ballmers! But she had a hard time hiding her nature. originally for the purpose of living peacefully. But if she saw the man, she wanted to hurt someone. Her hands wanted to scratch. And she wanted to see the blood dripping on the man's skin. Imagining the man's face, she had unknowingly scratched her fingernails on the wall. For God's sake... Since when did she become a masochist?!

“Holy water, crucifix… and the whole shebang. Including a claymore.” Scott blinked. “Holy shit—you brought a sword?” Larkam nodded. “Not just a sword. Demonslayer.” “Demonslayer? You serious?” “Dead serious.” As the boat sped toward the island, Scott’s gaze dropped to the weapon. The claymore’s ornate hilt glinted in the sunlight—gold and bronze, etched with ancient runes. “What’s the story behind it?” he asked, eyes wide. Trish leaned forward from her seat, wind in her hair. “That sword belonged to Gabriel during the Crusades. The Gabriel.”

They got stuck in the handle of the spear but I couldn't look at it that well, because a second later another knife was thrown at Adrian. Adrian bent down and threw the spear at Samael's head with force. It swiped past him with a loud whoosh and hit the back of the arena, right under the first seats of demons. They looked down and screamed in excitement, their pointy teeth on show. Adrian jumped to the table and gathered a big sword and turned around to Samael, who was waiting for him with a similar looking sword.

~Enzo~ Sometimes, you can break a man with instruments of torture. As his bones shatter and blood pools, he’ll eventually give in and do anything you say to stop the pain. I’ve only met one or two who couldn’t. If you let him live afterwards, he’ll never be quite the same, knowing he wasn’t as untouchable as he once thought he was.