Danmachi: Sword Oratoria Novels & Stories

Steel shrieked against steel as he raised his sword to deflect the next strike. The impact rattled through his arms. Kharvek grinned. “Not bad.” The demon swung again. Adrian ducked beneath the strike, stepping inside the general’s reach and driving the pommel of his sword into the demon’s ribs. Kharvek staggered. The court erupted into shouts. Above them all, Vaelreth watched in silence. But inside him, something far less calm was unfolding. The king’s attention followed every movement Adrian made. The precision.

Dora added. “So that I can fuck Kartika till the last of our breath!” Varz added. “He has been matured now,” Arz said smiling. “Yeah, literally,” Alfi said in disgust. “Well, Doki-Doki users are weirdos. I shouldn’t have been surprised hearing his "true" motive in the first place anyway.” Alfi added. Duo's head emits purple Iru, and it runs entering Varz’s body. “AND NOW YOU CAN USE DORADUO, THE SWORD ON YOUR WAIST. I AM SURE YOUR MOTHER IS HAPPY RIGHT NOW.” Duo said.

A swordsman suddenly appeared and fought fiercely with the despot. the king then turned into a giant dragon demon, with a very terrible and terrible power. The dragon demon fought by destroying everything nearby into rubble. The battle between the swordsman and the giant demon lasted for three days and three nights with the sky continuing to be black, at the end of their battle. With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura.

"It seems that I'll have to use all I have this time." The sword light flashed, and besides holding onto the Dual Blades of Fire and Ice, Omar was biting onto his third sword, the Blade of Wind. As soon as the Blade of Wind appeared, Omar's entire momentum also changed. The air in their surroundings sounded as if sharp blades had slashed it, and it was frightening.

I use my magic to conjure a table of weapons in front of Damian. “Choose your weapon!” I shout down at him. Damian comes to the table to pick out two swords with serrated blades. This man sure did love his swords. I nod at a servant of mine to ready himself to pull a lever. “Release the Kaiju!” And with that my servant pulls the lever. *Damian*

The first clash came like the crack of thunder. Damian’s echo surged forward, steel drawn in a mirror’s shimmer, the blade gleaming with an otherworldly luster. It was his stance, his precision—yet warped. The reflection’s strikes carried a crueler, sharper rhythm, as if every flaw Damian had ever corrected in himself had been honed into a merciless advantage.

Sachajir tried his best to fought back and he loudly growled where his voice reigned in the whole forest. " I won't let you rule the world!" He roared to Damon . He saw him standing back from the ground and he mockingly just laughed at him. " You can't defeat me just like anyone else!" He grinned. With one blink of an eye, Damon jumped up high going to the sky and formed a sword made of ice. " This is for you!" He shouted as he pointed the sharp edge of the sword straight to his heart. Aries saw it and he quickly made its way back to where they were fighting and covered Sachajir's body but he stop him. " Let me" he said and Aries just went back to heal Thamer with his healing power.

The room transformed into a battleground as I seized Damian by the neck, slamming him against the wall. The metallic resonance of my unsheathed sword added a sinister note to the scene, its blade pressing against Damian's throat like a vengeful ruling. "Please..." he pleaded, his voice strained, and I punctuated his words with a swift, brutal stab to his shoulder. The room echoed with his pained growl. Amidst the chaos, Damian's soldiers attempted to intervene but met with the fierce resistance of my soldiers. "She is not dead, but she is not living either," Damian strained to speak, his voice choked. I maintained my grip, the conflict in my eyes mirroring the turmoil within.

With a flourish of his broken sword, the Blood Moon Tempest morphed into crimson dragons that surged in every direction. These dragons carried an intense sword intent, capable of obliterating anything in their path. Cries, roars, and explosions blended together, reminiscent of a hellish symphony, painting a scene of extreme devastation. Orabella gasped, "Gideon, I didn't realize you had mastered such a formidable sword technique. I underestimated you!" "Stick with me, and you'll discover even more surprises. Who knows, you might even fall for me?" "Keep dreaming!" Orabella replied with a dismissive look.

He smirked and pointed his sword to my throat. "You've lost." He said. "Is that so?" I said. He raised his eyebrow. I caught my sword with my left hand. I knocked his sword out of his hand and I grabbed it. With 2 swords, I placed one on his throat and one on his nape. "The match is over. The winner is Ms. Nishimoto Asami." The crowd cheered and I let go of the swords. I bowed in front of him and to the crowd. My father walked up to me and shook my hand.