Novel & Cerita Break Blade Manga

But before the attack hit the monster, the two hand blades of the monster suddenly stab and pierce at her figure. The audience shriek at the sight, the others had blood rushing their body while showing grim expressions. Although magicians could not literally die after their health points reach zero, and even their wounds have no blood would gush, but witnessing a beautiful girl brutally stabbed to her face was somewhat made anyone hold their breath in regret. But contrary to everyone's expectation, what the monster had stabbed was just an afterimage of Almina. She quickly used a Rapid Leap skill to step back. This was the same skill that Yman got after upgrading his System Deity Sistela.

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.

he smirk. "Please Kareem....please don't do this......please" I begged crying. "Before the count of three, you better step on that f**king thing...else, I might do something we'll both regret" he warned. I'm so scared right now. He looks scary,he looks like a father scolding his own daughter. I slowly step on the broken glass and winced in pain. Ya Allah, this is so painful! "Good. Now jump on it" he ordered.

Dust drifted from the ceiling. Hayate moved beneath the sound. His blade reflected the faint glow from our marks. The window beside him cracked. A black hand punched through the glass. Hayate slashed. The arm vanished. The broken pane filled with smoke. It poured into the room and gathered near the ceiling. Two red eyes opened inside it. Kiyomi backed into the wall. Raiken released my hand. A growl shook through him. Bones cracked beneath his skin. His shoulders widened. Blue light spread across his throat and jaw.

Dark energy blades appeared in their hands. They attacked from all directions at once! "WIND WALL!" I waved my arms in a circle. A strong gust of wind spun around me, knocking them back! But they were tough. They got up again and again. They didn't feel pain like humans. They were like mindless puppets driven by hunger. One of them managed to get close and scratched my arm! SLASH! "Ah!" I cried out in pain. Blood started to drip from my arm. The monster licked the air, smelling my blood.

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.

His words struck harder than any blow, sharper than any blade. Punishment. The syllables reverberated in my chest, tearing through bone and breath until I could barely feel the ground beneath my feet. For a moment, I forgot the blood on his shirt, the fight that still echoed faintly in the night air. I forgot the car that had just vanished into the shadows. All I saw was him, Kenneth Diego, standing before me like a broken monument. His chest rose and fell, each breath ragged, like the words had ripped something out of him too.

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

She turned back to the ancient tome, her fingers skimming the brittle pages with careful precision. The group exchanged glances, then split off, each of us knowing what needed to be done. I moved away with Jade and Petra, my mind already spinning with thoughts. As soon as we had a moment to ourselves, I exhaled sharply. “There’s something else,” I said. Jade’s expression shifted to concern. “What is it?” I met their gazes, my voice dropping to a whisper. “It’s about the blade. Something happened to it.” I told them about the incident with the blade.

It seals. Crean claps once, softly. “Finally,” he says, half-bored, half-admiring, and then gives us the one thing I’ve been waiting for the mistake. He glances down and away at his rope to cut it free. For a man who loves angles, it’s the only one he shouldn’t have taken. “Blake,” I say. “I see him,” my mate answers, and moves.