Novel & Cerita Blade Of Oppressed Souls

Arlene lunged again. This time Cassian intercepted. His magic formed a shield, but the soul blade sliced through it like paper. The blade caught his shoulder. He gasped, the same spiritual tearing that had hit Lyanna now affecting him. "Two down," Arlene said. "Who's next?" Warriors charged from all sides. Wolves in human and animal form. Arlene spun, the soul blade dancing. Every strike cut deeper than it should. Every wound bled more than normal. Three warriors fell. Then five. Then eight.

I forced myself to say. "It doesn't matter, Reis. As a matter of fact, she's on my side now, and she's going to help me execute my plan. And there's nothing you can do about it." He smirked and leaned back in his chair before snapping his fingers. Some men approached with a tray. Resting on it was a blade emitting a glowing green light. "Let me introduce you to the Blade of Poison," Cillian began. "I'm sure you can sense the lethal energy radiating from this blade. We've spent years designing it to kill usurpers like yourself."

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

My vision tunneled and I reached for him. Avel yanked me back just in time, holding me against his chest, arms locked around me. “Sweetheart—no—don’t—” I trembled violently. Caelan sighed in delight. “There it is.” Avel’s voice cracked with anguish. “Get OUT!” “When she chooses her path, Morcant—it won’t be you.” Avel roared. Silas collapsed to the floor. And I felt something rise in me that was not hunger. It was pure, undiluted power.

The seeds were working together as a team in this battle. Moreover, they had various mystical tools, each powerful on their own. Some were even ultra divine artifacts. Blaze was faced with a hard time due to these tools. Within minutes, he was now the defender instead of the attacker. He had put himself in grave danger. “Attack!” A seed from Lao Mountain saw the opportunity and tried to kill Blaze with his sword. Suddenly, a sword came flying out from the void, killing the person in one slash. It was the Immortal-slaying Sword.

Around him, his team worked in perfect synchrony, the rhythmic beeping of the monitors a constant reminder of the fragile life in their hands. Within minutes, he reached the sternum, the thick, protective bone that shielded the heart and lungs. “Sternal saw," he instructed, and the nurse promptly handed over the buzzing tool. The sharp whir of the rotating blade filled the operating room, slicing through the bone with mechanical efficiency. The sound was harsh, grating, a noise that could easily make an untrained observer uneasy, but in this setting, it was routine. No one flinched, no one hesitated. The team remained steadfast in their roles, each person focused on the intricate dance of sa

The sound was gentle, yet within the silent courtyard it carried a rhythm that made the heart tremble, as if knocking upon life and death while holding everything in its grasp. He was waiting for news. Waiting for word of Solaris Hold eliminating Amelia and her companions through his hand, waiting for an opportunity that would allow him to break the shackles of the heavens. Those two Zombie Puppets were killing weapons refined by him after a century of painstaking effort, forged with black iron as bones, spirit crystals as hearts, and the soul essence of ninety-nine cultivators as the catalyst, using Forbidden Arts. They had no souls, no consciousness, no pain, no sensation. Blades could not

Blood spilled, black as ink, and the ground shivered beneath us. Draco grinned. “This body was crafted from the ashes of gods,” he murmured. “Do you think a scratch unsettles me?” “It unsettles the bones beneath,” I spat. “And I’m here to break them.” He raised both arms. The world exploded. A shockwave tore through the battlefield, cracking the dirt, sending a spiral of black shards into the air like reverse hail. Twenty obsidian blades formed around him hovering, silent, all pointed at my chest. He whispered.

Kate replied and pulled her hand off Lara’s grip. Liam cursed and rubbed his head; his eyes caught sight of Kate’s purse and he immediately rushed to it and opened it. He searched through it contents and immediately found what he was looking for, A Mirror. He raised it up and saw his reflection. “What!” he screamed out loudly and the mirror dropped from his hand. if he wasn’t mistaken, this was the same girl he had bumped into on his way to his office. He closed his eyes and recalled how a group of men attacked him and he was stabbed. That only means, if he is in this body, then the owner of this body would be in his, Liam voiced out to himself as he paced pensively around.

When Jacket was providing cover for him, Jim had already started forming a mystic technique, channeling all his spiritual power into the blade. In a moment, Jim's sword underwent a bizarre transformation. The entire long blade was now fiery red, flames engulfing it. The flames resembled lava, continuously dripping from the blade like flowing blood. Jim's momentum drastically changed; he looked like a Shura returned from hell. He stared fixedly at Sebastian, the flames on the blade reflecting in his pupils. For a moment, he truly seemed like a Shura returned from the abyss. "I'll take your life, in memory of my brother!"