First Immortal Of The Sword の小説・ストーリー

If Sebastian had chosen a sword, then it would definitely be the Sword Sect's letter. He had asked the weapons shop owner, and so far, he was the only one who had received this letter task from the weapons shop. Others had no clue and were still looking for tasks at various places, such as tailors, the village chief, butchers... even cats and dogs. All they received were mundane tasks that, at best, improved their cultivation a bit and earned them a few pieces of silver. They hadn't even considered why an immortal cultivation game had them doing a bunch of mundane tasks.

She controlled her sword and sent it flying to attack, though she was well aware her strength wouldn't be enough to defeat it. Black Fangs Baboon was a high-leveled demon. It was intelligent, too. Its strength equaled those of an experienced sword master. How come this kind of demon was placed in the Immortal Apprentice Competition?! Ruby used her sword and control it to fly around the demon, distracting it. While she reached the flare signal from her belt and shot it towards the sky. The signal was to notify those who guards this area, and get help from them if an apprentice deemed the situation was out of control.

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

Johan piped up. Harlow nod at Karina, and smiled at Johan. An immortal never truly dies, unless their killer knew what to do to make sure they stay die. They would reborn again each time, but that meant their mates would have to wait until they were of age.

He was narrating. " It was so heavy in the air. We didn't know where this was coming from, so we couldn't do anything. Not until it thundered. We were then able to trace it to your pack. We definitely know that you must be in trouble. We also had a witch hybrid among us. She was the one who told us that someone has casted the immortality spell. This made us know we need our swords to come rescue you" he explained. " That sword, what is it made of?"

Strapping the backpack and guns to my back, I took one last look at the battlefield—the monsters, the humans, all kneeling, their voices still echoing that strange new title. “Guess I’ll catch you all later,” I murmured. The sword pulsed once in my hand—warm, alive—as if it understood. It wasn’t just a weapon anymore. It was part of me now. With a deep breath, I turned toward the swirling portal. The light shimmered, beckoning. Then, without another word, I stepped through— ready for whatever nightmare waited on the other side.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

She sighed, waiting for them to die was always boring, some could even take hours to cross over. Suddenly the man’s eyes opened and he took a labored breath, his eyes darting all over and then settling on the dagger in his chest. He reached for it with his left hand and pulled it out with a groan, the clatter of the weapon on the tiled floor immediately followed by a rush of blood.

When I told that to Ismael via mind-link, I could have sworn who looked like the morning glory that first blooms in the morning. Ismael hugged me. 'Thank you, Domi...' I smiled and tapped his shoulder before he handed me my very first sword, which had been carefully polished. I softened since it had been a long time since I last saw it. I had this when I was finally allowed to have my own sword. There was a different sword that I used. That sword was used when I started slaughtering Alphas and killed Valerian in my previous life. "Shall we begin?" I asked, smirking as Ismael smirked, nodding before I gestured my head that the first and final act should commence.

The beast stays in a position watching them as they attack him with their swords. The first warlord attacked with a sword swipe aiming at his head but he deflected it with a finger and launched a bone breaking punch to his head making him drop down dead immediately. The remaining warlords attacked angrily with the pain of their brother being killed. They strike down their sword as it glow brightly with the aim of killing him. "The sword may be weird and believed to be powerful,but it is useless against an immortal that has lived for several centuries like me "the beast said as he broke the sword of a warlord.