Blade The Blood God นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Get behind me!" ​The hound squeezed through the door, followed by two more. They were the size of horses, their bodies shifting and blurring like smoke in the wind. One lunged. Kael caught it on his shield, the force of the impact sending him skidding back. He sliced through the creature’s neck, but it didn't bleed—it simply reformed a second later. ​"You can't kill them while the field is up!" Kael shouted over the roars. "Seraphina, the anchor! You have to use your own blood! The Bloodbound mark can bypass the ward!"

They didn’t hesitate. The first one came fast, too fast for human, but his speed was wrong—jagged where a wolf’s was fluid, all teeth of motion without the grace. Half-turned. Broken magic. *Witch-blood.* He swung the torch like a club and the smoke hit Kaelira like frostbite. She reared back, gagging. Another stepped in with a silver knife low to the ground to hamstring her. She went high.

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.”

As the purple-robed hag finished, she disappeared instantly as she leaped at Caleb, her terrible aura erupting! Her palm was about to reach Caleb's head, ready to blow him up! Caleb narrowed his eyes—he couldn't beat the purple-robed hag, but he wouldn't be cowed! Boom! "Blood God Order, First Style—Blood Demon Flash!" His sentence erupted, surrounding him with a black glow. However, the purple-robed hag's palm had already reached him, and he raised the Dharmic Cutter to parry it.

He had even prepared a speech for himself. Unfortunately, when the sword struck the ground, it opened up the spatiotemporal path to the mortal realm. Graham's plan to show off was interrupted. This was awkward. "What do you mean by this, Elder Graham?" Marcus pulled out his Bloody Blade. It was the sect treasure of the Blood Blade Sect. It could release maximum power when used alongside the Bloody Blade Technique. Marcus was a stage-five major martial god, but when he used his blade with the Bloody Blade Technique, he could launch an attack as powerful as a stage-eight major martial god.

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No matter how many masters one has or how talented one is at absorbing the teachings of others, if one is unable to inaugurate the teachings of one’s masters into their own, one would be unworthy of all the attention and grooming. Bloodied Blade arts was a powerful blade technique. It was so powerful that unlike Prideful Sword, it had taken Mane years to fully understand the four techniques that encompassed this blade art. You see, the Blade Lord was different from the Sword God.

Belief. I had given all three. The scars lived on my skin. My mind held the names of those who died in divine silence. My faith had fractured under what I had seen—but I stayed. And tonight, I would give more. I stepped onto the dais and lifted the ceremonial dagger—the Black Blade. Not forged metal, but obsidian fused with the bones of priestesses who had died mid-prophecy, minds split by divine madness. It could cut through flesh… and fate. I drew it across my palm again, deeper than before. My blood struck the altar and hissed.

The gods' shadows were struck by the flames and turned to ash. "You're going to fail!" the deity warned. "I own him! His spirit is a part of the emptiness! I yelled, raising both hands, "No." "He is his property!" The god attempted to crush me as he descended like a falling moon. I sprang to my feet and pulled out the knife the Harbinger had handed me. I dashed forward, cutting through the closest shadow with the brightly glowing knife. The god let forth a cry. "What is your blade?" it exclaimed.

Carson said, Blade stared at him for a while, he shook his head quickly, the dark side of him was trying to take over and when that happens, there would be tons of victims which would get killed by him. "Find my mate and bring her home." Blade said, Holding himself from not walking towards his second in command and sucking his blood out. He sighed, he needed to take some blood, a real blood this time, it had been quite long since he last tasted a real blood. 'Get me a real bloods' He mind linked his Butler. Slowly he walked towards his chair, sitting down on it like a gentle man he was. His face expressionless, his mind filled with different thoughts.