Blind Swordsman Elden Ring Novels & Stories

"Old men, it's your turn now!" What had just happened was merely an appetizer. The three old men before him were the true opponents Elijah had to face, and taking them down would require some real effort. "How dare you, brat!" The Golden Robe Elder on the left shouted angrily. His figure flickered as he appeared directly in front of Elijah. An ancient-looking longsword appeared out of thin air in his hand. Intricate runes covered the blade, and as power was poured into it, the runes lit up with golden light, radiating a heart-stopping pressure. "Solaris Sword Technique, Piercing Rainbow Through the Sun!"

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

A single drop of dark blood welled on his skin—red, human, and vivid against the black stone. He finally looked at me, his pupils blown wide, reflecting the silver static dancing in my eyes. "A tool is only useful if it’s sharp, Elena," he said, his voice dropping to that low, possessive register. "You were built to be a blade. Tonight, you realized you could cut through the world that built you." He stepped toward me, the obsidian knife held loosely at his side. He didn't look at a victim. He looked at the only thing in the house as dangerous as himself.

Ren froze as Yuri slashed at the wires of his Elvigar with the dagger hidden within her sleeve, hereby releasing her gun from his hold, and she then pointed the gun at Ren who scowled, and made a motion to entrap Yuri’s limbs next. But before either one of them could make a single move, there were two black blurs. It was soon followed by the sound of a clang of metal on metal, and Ren froze as he saw Sunny before him, slashing at the wires of Ren’s Elvigar with his katana Jormungand, a Japanese sword with a silver blade and a black hilt, with the engravings of dragons and snakes on it. Ren’s eyes widened. “S-Sunny?” Sunny growled low in his throat before he thrust the butt of the hilt of his

The distinction was stark: wounds could be healed, but hearts pierced by the sacred weapons would not be revived. Eryndor, his chest heaving with exhaustion, gazed upon the carnage with a mix of awe and trepidation. His Shadowsting dagger, still trembling with the force of his final blow, seemed to whisper dark secrets in his ear. Jack Wolf, his Moonwhisper spear a glow with a soft, ethereal light, stood tall amidst the chaos. His eyes locked onto Eryndor, and a silent challenge issued between them. The arena, once a place of savage contest, had become a crucible for something greater. The true battle was far from over; in fact, it was only just beginning.

Renny noticed one thing in particular, not one of them wore a sword. A tall elf with long, blond hair approached her first, his hands clasped in front of him. He bowed his head once and then greeted her. "Well met, Warrior's Blade. My name is Jamairlo, twelfth Keeper of the Sword, wielding the blade before Rhychard Bartlett. I knew then that things were changing, but I could not foresee how much transformation there would be." Another elf stepped up to Renny's other side, this one with dark hair tied back in a ponytail. "My name is Mobias, eleventh Keeper of the Sword," he said. "We are eager to assist."

There, resting on a raised pedestal of carved obsidian, lay a sword unlike any they had ever seen. It was long and sleek, its blade a deep shade of silver with veins of glowing red coursing through it, as if the weapon itself pulsed with life. Its hilt was wrapped in dark leather, and symbols unknown to them shimmered along its length. The moment they entered, the temperature dropped, and the whispers began again. “Another stands before the blade.” “A choice must be made.” “A price must be paid.” Elior took a step forward, but before he could reach the pedestal, Rael’s hand shot out, grabbing his arm.

The fact that it was slightly bent now showed that the power of Elder Salo’s three palms was not to be underestimated. In the end, Andrius retreated with the spear. Elder Salo also took half a step back before stabilizing himself. They were evenly matched in the first round of their confrontation. “Late Golden Core stage...” Andrius keenly sensed Elder Salo’s strength and smirked. “If that’s all the strength you have, then Sunpass City will be your grave today!” With those words, Andrius put the Linebreaker Overlord away. Then, he took out a strange-looking broadsword from his ring.