Everlasting God Of Sword Novels & Stories

“Of course! She wanted to raise the swords!” “A sword is the king of soldiers. How much blade aura would be condensed if so many divine swords were gathered and buried inside the sword grave? It’d be simply unimaginable. And, the blade aura could help her raise a peerlessly divine sword!” Alex asked, “What kind of sword is that?” Lena said, “I heard my mother mention it before. Rumor has it that Saria Zomer’s plan to raise the sword was actually a success! The sword that she raised belonged to her brother-in-law. It’s called... the Godslayer!”

“Gods of War are only human! Guns and weapons harm him the same! Go!” The experts pulled out their firearms with safeties off before trying to pull the trigger. Swoosh! Elias was a God of War—why would he even give these people a chance? He swung his long sword, instantly putting the so-called experts to the ground. He then quickly swung the back of his palm, beating Titania down to the ground. She screamed in pain, her entire body twitching profusely.

“I won’t let you erase us.” The god scowled. "You still don't get it. You have no place here. The fire shot upward. A massive wall of flame formed behind my child—like wings. Glowing. Alive. Nevertheless, the god remained unflinching. “Then I’ll erase you myself.” It all happened too quickly. The deity raised his hand. Long, dazzling, and buzzing like the stars themselves, a sword of light emerged in the air. I couldn't explain the strength that pulsed through it. The mere sight of it made my knees go weak.

Sophie exclaimed in discovery. James inquired, “What kind of Sword Energy?” Sophie explained, “Remember how I once taught you sword techniques and told you it belonged to an incredible powerhouse? He lived in the Primordial Age and was an Ancestral God. “I just sensed Sword Energy left behind by this unrivaled powerhouse.” James immediately understood her implications and said, “So it’s Sword Energy left by an Ancestral God? No wonder three powerhouses at the Divine Rank’s Third Stair are fighting over it.”

"Solaris Sword Technique, Piercing Rainbow Through the Sun!" With a low shout from the Elder, the longsword swung down, and a golden sword aura, like a blazing rainbow, slashed toward Elijah with a shrill howl that tore through the air. This strike contained the Elder's full strength. Wherever the sword aura passed, a deep trench was carved into the ground, and the surrounding air seemed to ignite, radiating scorching heat.

Goddess Nerezza represents steadfastness, resilience, and strength in facing the challenges of destiny. [Abilities: White Sword Althea has a configuration with all attributes, purification and cleansing abilities, unaffected by magic nullification, regenerative abilities, and an encryption-type sword that cannot be transferred to others. Black Sword Nerezza has a configuration with all attributes, curse and darkness abilities, unaffected by magic nullification, regenerative abilities, and an encryption-type sword that cannot be transferred to others.] [Durability: Made of highly resilient Tungsten metal.] "These are truly remarkable swords, and I don't have to worry about someone stealing th

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.

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.