Dmc5 Swords Novels & Stories

A man breathless, standing valiantly before all his enemies. He was called Cyou chen, a swordsman who earned an unrivaled title. After being trained by the nine demon swordsmen. Chyou Chen travels the world to fight with various expert warriors from all over the country. "Why are you just silent?" Chyou chen asked, while wiping the sweat that filled his forehead. "Quickly hand over all the martial books you haveAfter that we will let you live."

Nearby, the Danmarch patriarch hounded by two flying swords, felt a bloodthirsty shiver running down his spine, extending to his every bone! Swish! Swish! In an instant, after dicing the Nistral patriarch, four flying swords encircled the Danmarch patriarch, cutting off any route of escape! "What grade are these swords?!" he cried, shock showing all over his face. The sharpness and the strength was simply outrageous—far beyond the Noble grade weapon he wielded. If he let down his guard for a second, the swords would slice off a pound of his flesh! He promptly turned, only to find himself starting into Caleb's eyes.

Nobody did a free job anymore because everything was a business. “Just like how you wanted them to be.” He gestured to the two black briefcases on the crates. In the first briefcase were dual short swords made of pure silver. It had a long line of engraved words “There was no victory without sacrifices” on the blade. She tested the short swords with several movements. The balance was just right for her. Everything on the swords is just like how she requested it to be. Her signature red gem on the hilt. Mira set down the swords back into the briefcase before reaching the next briefcase. A set of six hunting knives.

Both Miren and Dylan stared at each other for a moment before giving a slight nod to signal to the other. Miren had both of Dylan's swords, which she held in her hands. As her white hand moved across the blade of one of the swords, bright red blood that sparkled with gold appeared and covered the blade. The power of the sword was immediately increased to a new level, and if it were to pierce Lucas's skull with its razor-sharp blade, it would be able to put an end to his life in an instant.

“Stand back. All of you.” Zadicus ordered seriously, extending his out as a black sword summoned, into Zadicus’ hands. The purest black sword with a ruby affixed on the handle. Maroon flames emit from it slightly, extremely thin but longer than an average sword. Asserting 'His' dominance. “There it is, the extinct sword- Crimson Malevolence.” Daphne whispered, gulping hard when Zadicus summoned his sword. To say they were flabbergasted would be an understatement. It was the darkest sword in history; saying it holds souls in them and its bearer can hear screams of the souls trapped in it.

[A brief silence, Claude inhales heavily before speaking. “That Buster Sword’s blade… is made of Tungsten.” Claude added. “What!?” Martha’s expression. “No way! I thought Tungsten isn’t a good idea for a sword, knowing that it reduces someone’s physical attribute including speed, dexterity and agility.” Clark replied. “That is the reason why we use 1045 or 1060 Carbon Steels that Salvagers collected for swords, it gives a good hardness and balance weight to every Swordsman.” Martha explained. “There are two things that bothers me and baffles in my mind.” Claude confessed.

“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