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Len hissed. The armed men were ready to open fire. Tirana and Alicia scurried to the backstage as Vorpaltinger took her stance to guard their escape. From tribal tattoo lines on Vorpaltinger forearms, amber light particles broke out and massive antlers grown from them. The antlers were formed into large, sturdy forearm blades.

she muttered and activated the weapon which let out a large bolt of lightning and struck the truck. The impact was so great that the truck was nearly destroyed to nothing as it blew up, unleashing a shock wave that shattered windows of all buildings around that area. Natasha and Bianca were thrown back against the sidewalk while Lucas and Cassie fell back on the bench. The woman walked up to the debris of what was left of the truck and found the scarlet speedster stirring, with a large piece of metal lying over his chest. She took out a gun and aimed it at his head.

If he couldn't make full use of his physical advantage, then he had to avoid the disadvantage. Therefore, what Caspian had made for Xander Faris was two wide blades with long arcs. The broad blade was not held in the hand, but fixed on the two arms, and the edge of the blade was outward. When the broad blade was erected, it was almost as high as Xander Faris. In this way, when Xander Faris lowered his arms and stood straight, he looked like the most fierce and sharp blade! "It suits me very well." Xander Faris carefully felt the magic weapon at spirit tools level.

“That goes without saying. I’m certain that it’s those lads from Dragon’s Blood squad. They assume that they can start to show off just because they’ve completed many S-class missions in the past two years,” said a man who was not considered too tall or bulky at the height of 1.7 meters and had a lean body in a bantering tone. He was lying on the sofa and spinning something with all five fingers of his right hand swiftly. Those were actually five blades. As his fingertips spun at an extremely swift speed, the five blades appeared especially brilliant under the illumination of the room light. The blades exuded an icy coldness that would send a shiver down an ordinary person’s spine at one gla

It was like the veiled man had it planned all along. The veiled man transformed his hand into a long sword that was sparkling with fire, then he slashed at the processor again. This time, she was prepared. The processor hand also morphed into a sharp blade with a tiny hand. Looking closely at the processor blade, I was sure it was formed with the use of all the elements. It had an iced hilt, a flaming mouth, and the blade seemed to be made from the black canyon's rock. With a loud clang, the processor blocked the veiled man.

The Draconic Cobra King was much bigger and stronger than the Red Dragon Snake, with Mature Draconic Cobra Kings being well over one hundred meters long. The blade Xasha and Xara made was from one of its 10ft long fangs, that they then cut in half. The teeth weren't the strongest alloy on the cobra's body, but Xasha chose it because it was like the Murder Hornet's stinger. Holes in it were a tiny being about the point of an unsharpened pencil. They were three holes in total and like the hornet's stinger it prevents mana leakage and it was completely flame resistant.

Opened it. Inside: New Personal Defense Suite Infernum Blade: titanium-carbon edge, blood-slicked handle, can slice through bone. Viper X Pistol: ceramic-built, invisible to airport scanners, rapid-fire burst with double helix barrel. Kronos Injector: a last-resort serum, adrenaline spike, pain-killer, and cognition boost all in one. One injection. Thirty minutes of god-mode. I strapped the Viper X to my thigh. “No more mistakes.” Milo nodded. “I’ve scrambled the estate’s signal zone. No outside GPS. Anyone trying to trace here gets redirected to Morocco.”

Watching his flanks collapse, his squad get picked apart, with the calm patience of a man who'd already factored in these losses. Because I was exactly where he wanted me. "There you are," he said. He was tall in person. Taller than Valtherion. Lean, angular, with the economy of movement that spoke of decades of combat. Gray at the temples. Pale eyes that reflected the moonlight like mirrors. A long silver blade in each hand, not ornamental. Working weapons. The edges hummed with something that made my shadow bloodline recoil. Anti-bloodline steel. Forged specifically to cut through ancient power.

--- THE TEST The construct stepped forward. Each step echoed wrongly, like sound arriving before movement. “VERIFY CONTINUITY.” Kael lifted his blade again. But not like before. This time— Perfectly aligned. “Proceed,” Kael said. Rhydian’s breath caught. “Kael, don’t—” Too late. The construct moved. Fast. Not fast like a person. Fast like a calculation finishing. Kael moved at the same time. Steel met— Nothing. The construct phased partially, its arm passing through Kael’s guard—

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.