Novel & Cerita Fantasy Demonic Swords

Fvck ! We needed to get out of here !! We did not come here to start a war ! And to top it all, we certainly did not come to tell everyone that not all demons were dead !!!! I watched in awe as the demon warrior smoothly cut his way through the hordes of incoming warriors and wolves as he wielded his fire glazing sword. Effortlessly back flipping over the army, heads rolled off on both sides while hell sending kicks were executed with perfection. Soon enough, chaos ensued and the pack land was bathing in a red sea while witches tried to subdue my furious mates with their magical spells.

Fvck ! We needed to get out of here !! We did not come here to start a war ! And to top it all, we certainly did not come to tell everyone that not all demons were dead !!!! I watched in awe as the demon warrior smoothly cut his way through the hordes of incoming warriors and wolves as he wielded his fire glazing sword. Effortlessly back flipping over the army, heads rolled off on both sides while hell sending kicks were executed with perfection. Soon enough, chaos ensued and the pack land was bathing in a red sea while witches tried to subdue my furious mates with their magical spells.

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

And there, ahead, where the valley narrowed into the mouth of the pass itself, was a scene of tense stalemate. On one side of a rushing, glacial river, a makeshift camp flew the banners of several eastern lowland lords—a silver gryphon, a green serpent, a black tower. Perhaps two hundred men-at-arms were arrayed in disciplined ranks, their pikes gleaming dully in the overcast light. At their head, on a sleek chestnut horse, was a man in polished half-plate: Lord Gryffen, his face handsome and cruel under a trimmed beard.

Then, they noticed that there seemed to be a mysterious force preventing the recovery of the parts that were chopped off. They tried all kinds of methods, but they could not escape this force. At the same time, this force was also eroding their bodies. What happened? The Sky Demons had plundered many universes, and this was the first time they encountered a weapon that could restrain them. The two Super Sky Demons panicked. “What’s that sword in your hand?” The Super Sky Demon stared at the red long sword in David’s hand and asked. “It’s called an Evil-Splitting Sword, and it’s made to fight evil. Coincidentally, you’re the evil it hates. How do you feel?”

In fact, the sword’s aura alone was enough to make the demonic spider start inching backward in fear…! The sword was one of the Zeman family’s ancient magic artifacts, and it went by the name of Demondie. Forged using extremely masculine and righteous auras from heaven and earth, it was no wonder why the spider was so vigilant toward it. Not wanting to waste any more time, the enraged Walter leaped forward, swinging his sword toward the spider while roaring, “Die!” Now in a state of panic, the screeching spider immediately raised its pincers to block the attack. To its horror, the Demondie Sword simply sliced its pincers off!

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

I yelled releasing my sword of the righteous. I swung at the demon, his large burnt figure moved with a speed rivaled to that of a vampire. His eyes leaked magma as if it were crying. It opened its mouth roaring loudly at me, showing me its bright orange throat. I cut through its arm, causing it to let out a loud screech that harmed my hearing. I didn't have time to process as it slashed my chest with its claw like fingers.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.