Novel & Cerita Evolution Blades

From it he lifts two things. The obsidian blade, still faintly glowing with the silver I left in it down in the corridor. And my father's whetstone, worn smooth at the edges by a dead man's hands. The one tool of Aris Moore's that survived the fire that took everything else. My breath stops. I do not know which hurts more, the blade or the stone, and then I do know, because the blade is mine and the stone is his, and Damian Morton is holding both of them out of a crate as if he has been keeping them side by side for exactly this minute.

But before he could process the weight of her warning, a sharp intake of breath from Myrra shattered the silence. Her golden eyes were fixed on something behind him. Elior turned and his blood ran cold. There, embedded in the earth, was Velibron. It was unmistakable. The obsidian-black blade, streaked with veins of silver light, hummed with power. The very same weapon he had wielded against the Veil. The very same weapon that should not exist anymore. Rael took a cautious step forward, his grip tightening on the hilt of his own sword. “That’s not possible,” he muttered.

I eventually picked up both before moving over to the table holding the knives. All sorts of blades laid there, their steeles ever so shiny. Cleavers, slicers, carving forks, you name them. I picked up a cleaver, two slicers, a cheese knife and a pair of scissors. I threw all of them into the backpack, the guns inclusive. I grabbed two chains before climbing back up the stairs.

His iconic giant white bone sword was carried on his back with a leather scabbard that hung over his shoulder. This powerful but talkless man was the giant with the white bone blade who had evolved after eating Eric the two horns Evolver.

[Blade of Seven Seas-Disaster Rank] [Ancient Disaster-ranked sword forged from the corpses of World Turtle, an extinct epic creature species. This enormous sea creature resembles a sea turtle, with a carapace so massive that travellers mistook it for an island. The sailors would then fall on its back, where the beast would overturn and devour them with its massive beak.] [The Blade is capable of evolving.] "An Epic Rank Monster that is Extinct?" "That is an intriguing subject. I'm curious what was so horrific that it drove an entire species of creatures capable of reaching epic rank extinct."

To defense his quick attack, Hoshi swayed his double edges blade in ice pick grip. The double edges blade was design to enhance the tip of the knife. This bevel gives the blade an ability to pierce and break deeply into its subject. It's usually use for skinning animals; thus, isn't it the best weapon to beat a beast like HongYoonChoi's prime slayer.

Cain pulled the knife from the sheath and held it up to observe it. The blade glinted in early morning sunlight that drifted through the windows. Cain placed the knife on the ground and slid it over me. It stopped just shy of my foot and I leaned down to pick it up. Examining it, I knew it was definitely a military-grade knife. "It's an Ari B'Lilah," Cain said. "It's an extreme use combat knife with the toughest and strongest penetrating point possible and one of the finest tactical combat weapons made in the world today—-specifically for the world's most elite counterterrorism unit, the Israeli YAMAN."

He said in a disappointed voice. Mr. Oliver shook his head and scratched the back of it. “I am not sure what else to suggest. Unless… well.” He looked around as if to see if anyone was watching him before stepping out of the room. “You could always try the short blade for the time being.” Evander shrugged. “The mechanics are the same as many other weapons. Stab and slash are pretty simple movements.” “The short blade makes sense, but it wasn’t me.” She pouted. “I wish you could get a pair of daggers like Stefan uses. At least then he could train you while you travel.” Evander smiled and lifted his eyebrows suggestively. “Unless there's somewhere else you would rather he train you.”

"They're special made, extremely lightweight blades meant for speed more than anything else. They're not going to pierce through any heavy armor, but if you know where to strike, they'll still do far better than any knife." I was honestly stunned for a moment as I just looked up at him. Since when did he give me things? Especially something like this. Was he feeling okay? "Thank you... I really appreciate it," I whispered, a little more than dumbfounded as I quickly glanced over the blades. They were nothing fancy, but he was right, they were extremely lightweight. Normally, I wouldn't even be able to lift a normal sword, but I could carry both of these no problem.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.