Novel & Cerita Fantasy Demon Sword

All the demons in the front were blasted back into the ones behind, making them all stagger and fall and be pushed aside like a bulldozer was clearing the way. Ruben flicked his wrist and long sharp icicles shot out lining the way, stabbing into the ground at the demons’ feet as they scrambled up, stopping them from surging forward again and making an avenue through them. Ruben then encased both himself and Kat in a shimmering golden protective ward of light as he started to walk through the waiting demons. One demon reached out with a formidable growl, grabbing for Kat. As soon as the demon touched the golden light he combusted with a deafening howl and burst into ashes. Everyone else stood

Lourain took a deep breath, "Wow! We finally found a green demon! I was beginning to think that we were in the wrong place!" Fane smiled and said nothing. He walked forward and started to form seals. Ten Soul Swords materialized in the air. Fane pushed his right hand forward, and the ten Soul Swords merged into one as it shot at the green demon. The green demon felt a wave of energy coming right at it. It immediately looked up, but the Soul Sword was already in front of it. It could not avoid the attack no matter what! The sword pierced through its chest, and its soul shattered.

Heaven Demon couldn't help but become dumbstruck at this sight. "Devil King, Lucas, what sword is in your hands?" Heaven Demon had never seen such a powerful sword before. The corner of Lucas' mouth was slightly raised. And a faint smile appeared on his smooth and delicate face. "This sword is called Immemorial Dragon Sword. It's also used to kill you," Lucas said to Heaven Demon slowly. Heaven Demon's expression turned extremely indifferent as he stared at Lucas. "Devil King, Lucas, you are so arrogant. Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue?"

Sporadic sparks erupted between the sword blade and the sharp claws; the demon's skin was even tougher than steel, and ordinary sharp weapons were unable to injure the slightest bit of it. The man flipped his wrist, however, and seemed to pour some kind of marvelous and holy power into it, and the cold blade of the sword quickly flashed with a pale golden vein. The next thing he knew, the blade, which had been restrained by Crosier, easily sliced through his palm, slicing down horizontally, and finally slicing off half of the demon's small, slender arm. "... because he has a terrible temper," Shaykh added nonchalantly, apparently too late.

As he decided on his own words, he picked up the small precious-metal sword by the handle in his fingers. Brow furrowed in adorable bewilderment, Dillon's gaze bounced from Tony to the sword. The blue topaz in the hilt was radiant enough to even reflect the minute amounts of starlight onto his skin. Why was he confused? Did he not want him to slay a demon for him? Tony readied his weapon for battle and lightly squeezed him in his arms. Time to cut an insecurity to pieces.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

"I heard that the Shindan Way has a sword that had been passed down through the warring states period. It was a demonic blade ironically called the Demonbane. This must be it! "It's said that the Demonbane must drink blood every time it's unsheathed. Its owners had always been the Island Nation's legendary battle demon, and all of them had killed many." "Demonbane? What a good name. It makes sense for me to use this sword to kill a demon from the Island Nation," Harvey said nonchalantly.

A man tapped my shoulder, I turned. He was taller than me and had long silky hair the color of wheatgrass. His skin was pale and his limbs were a little awkwardly long. He had a warm smile and a concerned look in his eyes. He was a little cute. “I’ve never seen an avian demon before.” He grinned. “I’m Varian. Can I help you find something?” I sniffed briefly. He was fae, some sort of nature fae. Silently, I thanked the deity for help.

Rakini stretched forth its hand and immediately a sword appeared, a sword of flames. It steadied it's feet in a battle position and waited for a few seconds before charging towards Asbethe. Asbethe balled it's hand into a fist, ready to land a blow, Rakini suddenly went under him, taking his sword and slashing through the demon with his sword. It was a bit taken back, but then, he stretcher forth its hand and then a sword that looked like unpleasant and frightening appeared, decorated with skulls, and with a writing in blood. The two suddenly got into a fierce battle, both clashing with each others sword, and causing series of wind disturbance, that the people had to take cover from the wind

Jess told Demon, who snorted at that warning. "Do I look like someone who wants to attack you? Even if I wanted to, you are not a match for me, I will defeat you with my eyes closed, that is if we engage in a fight," Demon said to Jess and to show her what he means he flip backwards raising his legs to air and kicked out the lightning sword out of Jess hands and jumped in the air and grab hold of it. "You see what I mean." He told Jess swinging the sword sideways like an expert and gave her back her sword.