Cutter X Novels & Stories

Rider was also engaged, and Sky’s first line, the one that was supposed to be there as a perimeter, was forced to move in to hold them off. Cutter chose a demon to concentrate on, one that was closest to the doorway of the church, but before he could do too much damage, he looked up to see four Reapers closing in, their scythes raised. Unlike any of the Reapers he’d ever pursued, these actually were made of bone, which was startling to him. It took him a moment to recover, and that split second was enough time for one of the Reapers to hit him with a wave of black energy. Cutter staggered backward and fought against it, managing to bring the light from his right hand around to cut through it

In its beak, it held a pair of Silver Scissors, the kind used by a Master Tailor, but large enough to decapitate a man. "The Censor," the Correspondent hissed, drawing a thin, silver rapier that looked like a letter-opener. "He doesn't talk. He only cuts." The Crow snapped the scissors. The sound was a metallic clack that vibrated through my teeth. It didn't attack us. It lunged at the ground in front of Mina and cut the path. A literal rift appeared in the dirt, a black gap that separated us from the village. "My turn," I whispered.

She opened a small box and took out a scalpel. Cat winced when she saw the gleaming, razor-sharp steel. "What ... are you going to do with it?" Her voice had gone high in panic, but Xandra stayed in the corner and raised her hands in defense. "Take it easy, okay? I'm going to add a cut myself now. Nothing happens to you. "

The tip of her black heel pressed down upon it. Then crushed. The core chip shattered together with the reinforced shell. The aide stared. Speechless. Even the pain from his torn scalp vanished from his awareness. “Close your mouth.” Her tone remained calm. “Since when do two pieces of scrap metal get to decide the fate of something I keep in my house?” She turned. One hand overturned a nearby equipment rack. Metal crashed across the floor. From the pile, she dragged out a military-grade hydraulic cutter weighing over a hundred pounds. The jaws locked onto the lowest support axle of the lead door's locking mechanism.

The employees thoughtfully turned on the large screen and displayed the footage of the cutting machine on the large screen… The crowd could see what was on the auction stage unusually clearly. Next, Xavier turned on the cutting machine. He carefully started to cut the huge rock according to the line Xyla had drawn… Due to how heavy the rock was, Xyla and the employees all stood next to Xavier and helped by holding the edge of the rock… During this period, Xyla kept her X-ray vision activated… Based on what Xyla saw, she started instructing Xavier how to proceed next to him. Under her guidance, the huge rock was soon cut into two halves…

The five of us remained on guard. Those who were weaponless picked up the bronze knives that were scattered all over the ground. I, on the other hand, grabbed the uprooted tree. As we got close to finishing him off, Cutler cackled again before he was coughing heavily. Eventually, cracks began to appear all over his body. “Cutman?” Brock called him out.

Mello’s drawing glowed, and the katana materialized before him, dropping into his grip. Together, they charged. Willz leapt, his scythe a blur of dark energy. Mello slid beneath the robot’s immobilized arms. Both shouted in unison, “IT’S OVER!” The scythe cleaved through the robot’s neck from the front. The katana severed its primary power conduit from behind. There was a shower of sparks, a final, dying whirr, and the X-02 robot split into two halves, crashing to the ground with a deafening CLANG.

X calmly reversed his blade, so that the spine was against his forearm. He pushed his arm to the side and with a flicked his wrist. “AAAHHH” shouted the man. With in the flick of his wrist, X cut though the man’s hand and the handle of the axe. The reaction was so fast that the mans fingers and handle to the axe fell as one, while his fingers attempted to grip the axe’s handle. X did not stop there. He quickly retracted the blade, dropped his elbow and pushed up.

As for Xander's palm, its momentum of the forward charge was unabated, and it swiftly penetrated the evil cultivator's chest behind the folding fan. The evil cultivators spat out mouthfuls of blood, and terror spread in his eyes as if he could not believe that he would die that way. "Die!" Xander roared. As he grabbed the evil cultivator's heart, Xander's other hand reached out and tore it. Crack! Crack! The evil cultivator was instantly mutilated, and the parts were thrown everywhere with his blood. "Extreme Frost Slash!!

Soon, a gentle white light flashed from the pendant too, shrouding Xarik's body and seemingly cutting off the stabbing pain in his soul. As he felt considerable relief, the mysterious feminine voice spoke again, "Your cousin is a sword cultivator, so you should be a saber cultivator. This is the Demon Cutter…" Trailing off, the mysterious feminine voice then continued, "Do you see the grooves?" Xarik looked when he heard that and found that there were indeed nine thumb-sized grooves just below the hilt. "Master, what's the purpose of these grooves?" Xarik asked in curiosity.