Blades Of The Guardians Anime นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“That thing is directly tied to the Rift. It’s stronger than anything we’ve faced so far.” The guardian stepped forward, its massive sword carving through the ground as it moved. Its voice rumbled like thunder. “You are unworthy. Turn back, or be consumed.” “We’re not turning back,” Alex said, stepping forward. The guardian raised its sword, pointing it at Alex. “Then you will fall, as all who came before you.” The ground shook as the guardian charged, its sword cleaving the air with terrifying speed. The Battle at the Edge The group scattered, narrowly avoiding the guardian’s first strike. The impact sent shockwaves through the ground, cracks spreading like spiderwebs beneath their feet.

I say, whipping out as fast as I can. He calls out behind me, but I’m already gone. I focus my mind on one thing and one thing alone, save my mate at all costs. I may no longer have the guardian bond to take his injury, but his death would also be mine because of our mate bond. Jacob intercepts me in the weapon room as I rummage for any type of blade that has the smallest semblance of balance to replace the ones that got left behind in the dungeons. “I have this for you.” He says, handing me four small throwing daggers and a decent-looking Katana.

“We’re almost through!” The ward flickered, its edges fraying under their combined will. Caden took a brutal hit, his armor crumpling as he was thrown against a wall. He grunted, blood trickling from his lip, but hauled himself up Caden back to his feet, defiance blazing in his eyes. Torren danced around the guardian, his blades a blur, until one struck a seam in its stony hide. It roared, swiping at him with a claw that grazed his shoulder, tearing fabric and flesh. “Hurry!” he shouted, ducking another blow.

I yell, shadows tearing one, Raymond’s light burning another, our powers blending. “Like the echo fight!” he says, pale, blood dripping from his nose. “Keep going!” “We got this!” I say, holding him up, our hybrid powers burning a beast to ash. We reach the blade’s chamber, a glowing sword on a stone altar, pulsing like a star. The final guardian, a beast, hisses, “You’re not worthy.” “Ours is eternal,” I snarl, shadows flaring. “Hit it, Raymond!” His light surges, our powers blending, burning the beast to ash, its scream echoing. “This blade’s ours,” I say, grabbing it, its light merging with ours.

“Go and kill that girl! Perhaps her death will appease the fairies.” “Yes!” the bodyguards replied, their voices resolute as they surged toward Rara. While the other three bodyguards engaged with the remaining guards, Blade approached Chief Lisun. Assistant Panda immediately stepped in front of Chief Lisun, his expression fierce as he faced Blade. Blade’s lips curled into a smirk as he assessed the situation. “Well, well, here I come...” he taunted. In a swift, brutal movement, Blade hurled Assistant Panda aside and advanced on Chief Lisun. Chief Lisun carefully laid Rara back on the bench, his expression one of grim determination.

Keeping it from tearing open fully. “We need it bound,” she yelled. “It has to be judged in turn!” I ducked under another strike. My own blade was useless, but it bought me seconds. That’s all we ever had anymore. Seconds. “How do we do that?” I shouted, circling wide, trying to draw the Judge’s gaze. “You have to make it remember what it was!” Her voice cracked with the strain of the threads in her grip. “Not a sword. A guardian.” “That’s asking a lot from something trying to kill me!”

Erin darted around another, her blades finding purchase in the shifting threads, though they quickly reformed. Lucan stayed back, chanting under his breath as he worked to unravel the guardians’ magic. “Hold them off!” he shouted. Kaden and Erin fought with precision, but the guardians were relentless, their forms regenerating faster than they could be damaged. Just as it seemed they would be overwhelmed, Lucan’s voice rose in a final, commanding word, and the guardians froze, their forms flickering before dissolving into wisps of light. The path ahead cleared, but the toll of the battle was evident on all of them.

The palace guard was trying to protect me from a werewolf and there Blade was, trying to protect me from a vampire. Fuck. "I'm warning you," the guard repeated to Blade. "You better move away from her and gently hand her over." "You are mistaken if you think that'll be happening," Blade's voice had turned cold. "If you cherish your life, you'd better leave now." His words apparently angered the guard as he immediately went into attack mode, flashing his fangs at Blade and ready to pounce on him. I gasped as I watched Blade mirror his actions. They were both mad and ready to come at each other.

“Does this mean anything to you?” "The odd-looking script is familiar to me. “It’s one of the old languages that was created during the wars between the vampires and the shifters. The Nelo Clan was prominent back then. It had a female leader named Jean Sanguinite. She’s my ancestor. Jean was prominent in creating the language, and she turned the tides of the war.”