Novel & Cerita Blade Of Oppressed Souls

As soon as Crimson blade finished her mission and jump-off out of the window. Aoi Akuma, who was standing on the branch of the tree, swiftly threw a dagger with attached folded paper on its holder. It penetrated precisely on bed’s wood frame just above Cederick, it almost got his head. Aoi Akuma terrifyingly smiles towards him before he jumps off following Crimson Blade.

It was all done in less than a moment, but the echoes of pain made her limbs ache. The High Priestess leapt from her spot, leaning down to Cassidy. She felt small, swimming in the fabric that was her dress. Her eyesight was sharp, and the colors around her were simultaneously washed out and brighter. The High Priestess extracted her from her dress by the scruff on the back of her neck. "Forgive me, child, it is necessary. Soon you'll know the right of it."

The ancient chamber pulsed with arcane energy, the air thick with wards and dark incantations that reeked of the priests' interference. Ophelia, blood crusted in her skin and barely upright, met his gaze with unflinching resolve. “Let’s end this quickly. I don’t have all day,” he murmured, pulling something from the side, a jagged blade, blackened like scorched bone and humming with cursed energy. The sight of it made Ophelia’s heart falter. She remembered the blade. It didn’t just cut, it devoured. It stripped life force, severed the soul from flesh.

And it will be impossible for them to destroy the true enemy - the Beast! John inspected his blades and stroked them, especially admiring the sterling silver engraving that showed up as soon as he held them in his hands. The Blades recognized their Master, their Creator. The engraving on one of the blades read: "Ta - revo" - "I am death." And on the other: "Ve'ol, E'khor!" - "Fear, Beast!" "My blades," Black whispered, still holding his blades in his hands. - How, it turns out, I missed you!

As long as he survived the upcoming thunder tribulation, the Oculus Blade would be ranked top among all immortal weapons! Severin was incredibly excited by that thought. He took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and stared intensely at the figure of the sword embryo floating in front of him. The original crimson Oculus Blade that carried the divine flames and bore the rules of fire had taken on a copper hue, with six golden filament-like lines swirling around it like dragons. It emitted a piercingly cold and terrifying sword intent.

The blade tilted toward Zara. I stepped in front of her without thinking. “Don’t,” I snarled. Voss’s lips curved. “Fascinating. It recognizes hierarchy already.” The blade lunged. It didn’t aim for my heart. It went for my bond. Pain exploded through me, white, searing, intimate. The blade skimmed my chest, carving a sigil into my skin that burned straight through flesh and into spirit. I hit the floor hard, the world shattering into sparks and echoes.

Charlie had crafted a few amulets before the auction. During that time, blessed by the Cultivating Pill’s powerful spirit energy, Charlie had crafted a new magical instrument for himself. This magical instrument was stronger than the Thunder Order, and it was called the Soul Blade. The Thunder Order would call upon divine lightning and make a huge commotion, but its destructive ability wasn’t exactly great. However, the Soul Blade was different. The Soul Blade wouldn’t cause astronomical changes, and it was practically unnoticeable. Not only that, but the Soul Blade was much more powerful compared to the Thunder Order.

Brian shuddered, unable to accept the truth. Yet, at that moment, he did not have the time to feel shocked as he immediately reacted. HE started to form seals again, and the sinister wind started to howl as the white figures stood in front of him as shields. As he summoned up those souls, he frantically retreated. The moment the Broken Soul Blade clashed with the shields, Brian could hear clear cracks. He was shocked to notice that the shields had been absorbed the moment they touched the Broken Soul Blade.

His cold voice sent shivers down my spine. “Price….what price?” My voice shook as I uttered these words. “It is a simple give and take, Eva. Haven’t you heard the saying an arm for an arm? So we just make a bit of change in it; how about a soul for a soul.” “Soul….whose soul?” “Whose soul can you give me? You are not strong enough to kill someone and bring their soul. So, I will settle for your soul.” “My…my…soul?”

She flailed, trying to defend herself. "I admit… I did do those things, but it was all out of anger. "If Holly hadn't sabotaged me, if she hadn't gotten the Ocean Sonata Cup to cancel my competition this year, I wouldn't have resorted to this." With that, Cecilia tried to put on her defiant face again with tears welling in her eyes.