Dark Souls Undead Burg Black Knight Mga Nobela at Kwento

One slammed his staff into the floor, the other twisted his body to create leverage. “Don’t—!” the elder Draenor shouted, to no one in particular. The first collision sounded—the rustle of fabric, a small clang. The hooded figure was dragged against the stone wall, the hood lifting halfway, enough to reveal a face adorned with tattoos: black lines curving from the temples to the jaw, runes connecting like roots. There was a faint pulse, like living ink beneath the skin. A black wizard. No need for debate. The warrior on the left fastened rune cuffs to the wizard’s wrists; a small speck of white light pierced the darkness, then faded.

In the center of the circle burned a brazier filled with black flame. “Cultists,” Zevran muttered. Kaelira nodded slowly. “The Order of the Eclipse. I thought they were gone.” “Apparently they didn’t get the message.” Before they could move, one of the figures turned toward them. Beneath the hood, the eyes glowed red—Moonlight twisted wrong. “Children of the Black Moon,” the voice hissed. “You sealed what was ours.” Zevran drew his blade. “Not sealed enough, apparently.”

The waterfall behind the Crimson Knight didn't sound like water; it sounded like the rhythmic weeping of a thousand lost souls, its crimson-tinted spray misting the obsidian armor of our executioner. The third Knight raised his black claymore. The weapon didn't just catch the light; it ate it. "You smell of starlight and wet fur," the Knight’s voice rattled inside his helmet, a sound like dry bone scraping on metal. "A Queen of ghosts and a King of dogs. Neither shall leave the Silent Dominion."

A man stood at the center of the hologram. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in black. His presence radiated power even through a screen. Cold. Ancient. Predatory. Seraphine’s chest tightened just slightly. Enough to notice. “Who is he?” she asked. Halvorsen’s voice dropped. “Lucien Blackthorn.” The name echoed through the room like a warning. “Alpha of the Nightfall Pack,” he continued. “Immortal. Unkillable. Over three hundred years old.”

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“Nightmares: a level of power long forgotten because of the rarity of people with this level of power. But that was what the Black Dragon was. And like other Mystic Path Users at the Nightmare level, he had his own title: the Black Warrior. Because Mystic Path Users were fundamentally different from New Types, they didn’t earn titles based on ordinary animal forms because their power was beyond that. They could summon flames and ice and could manipulate the elements based on their affinities. And the Black Warrior was no different. Legend says that he had the ability to manipulate darkness, and his power was called the Darkness Set. The Darkness Set was a set of armor that Black Warrior coul

)] [Level: 1 (83 XP left to lv2)] [Race: Zombie (Ghost)] [Life points: 20 (∞)] [Mana points: 20 (10)] [Attack: 10 (N/A)] [Defense: 10 (∞)] [Dextery: 14 (N/A)] [Agility: 5 (N/A)] [Inteligence: 11 (N/A)] [Spiritual Force: 20] [Abilities](^) - Possession (Lv 2) - Soul devour (Lv 1) - Weak mind blade (Lv 1) - Weak Telepathy (Lv 1) - Appreciation (Lv 1) - Frozen Blacksmithing (Lv 5) ☆ - Ax throw (Lv 2) ☆ [Affinities] (^) - Soul Magic affinity - Mechanical engineering affinity - Frozen blacksmithing affinity ☆

The royal family has the excess to order royal knights but in the case of Black knighthood it is different. On the other hand Black knight operates under me , taking only orders from me. It was a good decision to make Loren their commander. " You two stop here," I said and walked inside the lower dungeon of oubliettes. My footsteps made the thudding sound enough to alert that unconscious woman. " Why are you here? Don't feel satisfied after killing your husband?" Irritated voice of that woman screeched in that cold damp dungeon. It made my heart quench in hatred, clenching my fists as I walked on top of Scarlett's Trapdoor of Oubliette.

he asked with a mixture of confusion. I smiled at him and simply replied, "buy the blessed weapon." If I remember it right, the woman who was selling the blessed weapon mentioned that it was very effective against Ghosts, Wraiths, Zombies, and other undead creatures. It is the very enemy of a mid-tier necromancer, and still effective against black magicians. I brought a lot of money because I really thought that those dairy pages would be so expensive. Because what I know is that when you say you buy things on the black market, the prices are millions in the earth!