God Slaying Blade Works Novels & Stories

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

The silver blade of the "System Dagger" did not draw blood when it struck Kaelen; it drew "Static." The moment the tip of the weapon made contact with the boy’s chest, the courtyard of the Blackwood Keep exploded in a flurry of grey, redacted pixels. Kaelen let out a shriek that sounded like a thousand glass bells shattering, but his body didn't fall. It "Lacked."

The short blade in his hand slashed forward with a force like breaking bamboo. The blade's energy streaked through the air, aiming straight for Gideon's throat. However, just as the attack was about to land, Gideon calmly raised his hand and pinched the blade between two fingers. No matter how hard Saul tried, he couldn't move the blade an inch. "What?" Saul was utterly shocked. "Get lost!" Gideon shouted. With a burst of force, the short blade shattered into countless fragments. The shards flew into Saul's body, sending him hurtling dozens of feet back before slamming into the wall.

“I have been waiting for warriors like you.” The eyes locked onto us, burning white, and my blood ran cold. Pelin sucked in a sharp breath beside me. “Manolya,” she whispered. “That thing is looking at us.” I didn’t answer. My body moved before my mind caught up. I lunged forward, with my hellblade raised, aiming straight for the statue’s chest. The blade passed through it. No resistance. No impact. Just a sickening drag through thick air, like slicing smoke soaked in magic. The force nearly pulled me off balance.

"It would be cleaner." Olga dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand. "Poison does not silence legacies. This blade was forged in ritual, blessed by the gods of the moon, designed to cut not just flesh, but spirit. Even an Alpha’s. One strike, and his power and essence will bleed out with his life. There will be nothing left of him for the pack to follow." My hands clenched into fists at my sides. The finality of her words was terrifying. I nodded, but I said nothing.

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

It curled like a snake, emblazoned with two flying dragons as it gleamed. This was a weapon only Master Magaera possessed: the Demon Slaying Blade. The Demon Slaying Blade was said to be one of the most exclusive creations of the Godly Region. It had been passed through the flames of Heaven for five hundred years before coming to be. It ranked third on the list of powerful tools within the Godly Region. As soon as it was brandished, the overwhelmingly dominant aura of the blade radiated through the air! Just then, all the Five Poison Sect disciples watching from afar began to find it difficult to breathe. They said a silent prayer in fear on Skylar's behalf/

He retrieved the Dragon Slaying Saber from the System Space and suddenly, a roar of a dragon was heard, followed by the slashing sounds of the saber. All 30 over Rank 5 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen were startled. They glanced at the saber in Lucas' hands, which was glittering. Before they could study it, Lucas hoisted the Dragon Slaying Saber high in the air. "Blazing Saber Technique!" Before Lucas was done saying it, he already launched his attack. In a split second, many blazing shots were fired to the 30 over Rank 5 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

Through subsequent killings, the aura of slaughter accumulated over time, reaching an unprecedented, almost tangible level. The Hellblade, although also a weapon of slaughter, was different from the Divine Frost Slayer Blade. According to Adrian's speculation, this blade wasn't of this world.