Novel & Cerita Elden Ring Sacred Blade Ash Of War

During that crackdown, everybody expected the Order of the Bronze Orchid to fall, until Chen Yujing sent out his hidden weapon. Dian was underestimated by both his allies and his opponents. Old Snow, the master of the Silent Feet, had laughed when he heard that a fifteen-year-old boy was waiting outside to challenge him to a duel. Old Snow was deadly and swift. If he declared war on a whole province, then the whole province would fall. The Silent Feet came and went like wind, leaving dead bodies and blood along their trail, but people did not hear screams or chaos, just silence, followed by death.

COME FORTH HOLY SWORD COVENANT! *A white-blue striped colored swords comes out at Elaine's hands* Haha, haha! So that's why you called the sword saint, then let me show you mine as will, COME FORTH SWORD AT THE THRONE OF THE GOD OF ZERONITY I CALL UPON YOU THE GOD OF ZERONITY TO COME TO ME AND LET ME USE YOU HEAVENLY GOD SWORD EXDILDURAL! *Then a white-golden cloud appeared out of nowhere there the sword exdildural come out at the clouds and going towards taso's direction then taso grabs the sword and taso said*

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

Her body began to glow, and color returned to her pale cheeks. "Continue!" the crone shouted. "Don't stop!" I pushed the dagger deeper. More light streamed from my body. I felt myself emptying out, becoming a hollow shell. But it was worth it. If she could live, it was all worth it. The silver blade sank completely into my heart. The altar exploded with a blinding light, illuminating the entire hall like daylight. And then, everything went dark.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

“Aelys, it’s coming for Lumora.” The rift pulses, more beasts emerging, but I channel my hymn, mortal yet resonant, Lena’s spark burning. “Veil, shield!” The group’s relics flare—Cassia’s fire-etched blade, Renn’s radiant orbs, Maddox’s shadowed dagger, Sylvara’s vine-wreathed staff, Lysara’s frost-ring, Theryn’s light-blade, Zorath’s silver gauntlet, Valthor’s starlit helm, Lirien’s tablet, Kael’s void-blade, Kalia’s orb—their auras a fractured flame. We drive the beasts back, their hymns fading, but the rift widens, the Herald’s hymn a roar. “Your cosmos falls, Aelys!”

I blurted out, “I know there's something else you want, aside from me.” A smile appeared on his face, “I love that you see through me. You are right, I'm searching for something else.” “What is it?” I asked fearlessly. Alastor's face turned serious, “A sword.” He declared. “A legendary sword called Ashera. The sword was named after the first wielder, the first Ancient Lycanthropic dragon to transform into a dragon, becoming a god. After the dragon's death, the sword disappeared, alongside the dragon (Ashera).”

He could see a gemstone decorating the top of the staff, sapphire, if he would have guessed, but that requires a much closer look. Cassana held the staff high in front of her, facing Minos and his companion. Meanwhile, Ashvell stood quietly behind them by the stairs. The redhead recited some words and as soon as the gem on the staff started to glow, the driver drew his dagger out of his belt, laid his arms over Minos' shoulders and pointed the blade on his neck. All before Rei could even react.

And Rowan the golden child stepped forward, face grim with determination. “I can close the gate,” he said. “But I need her power.” “No!” Aria grabbed him. “You’ll burn.” “We’re bound,” Seris whispered. “We always were.” She reached up and touched Rowan’s chest. Their bodies began to glow. And then **a blade of pure ash** erupted through Rowan’s back. He gasped, eyes wide in shock. “Rowan!” Aria screamed. Behind him stood a figure cloaked in familiar armor.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.