God Sword Command Novels & Stories

He said pointing at him like a warning. "Ouch!" A sharp, stinging pain suddenly flared in his side. Nadia leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear as she hissed, "Don’t you dare speak out of impulse. Control your words, except you want to die.” her eyes flashing a warning, before finally letting him go. Alexander felt the warmth of her breath and the desperation in her touch. He went quiet, waiting for the moment the "War God" would truly be needed. Everyone in the room mistook his playful behavior for laziness.

A burst of pure recoil power came from the handle of the saber. When the Devil Saber killed its opponent, it would absorb the energy in the opponent's body to feed its owner. And now it killed a one-apertured God Realm expert. The energy it gained was simply amazing. The saber absorbed the commander's power endlessly, replenishing the power of the flame Qi consumed by Ding Hao. The body of the commander instantly turned into ashes and disappeared in the void. As for the dozens of surviving Divine Grace mercenaries, they were almost scared dumbfounded.

"Clan Sköll? Det er ikke mulig. Sköll-klanen forsvant i min fars tid. (That's not possible. The Sköll Clan disappeared in my father's time.)" The sword disappeared from his neck as did the boots from his back. Taking these actions as permission, Brand slowly turned over and sat up. He first saw the large warrior draped in multiple furs and with an ax in his hand and a longsword strapped to his back. The man's black eyes bore into his, daring him to make one wrong move so he could play with his favorite toy and remove Brand's heart from his chest with it.

asked Kariya with a smile. “Draw your sword!” screamed Luese holding up the Sun Saber. Kariya drew the Doom Giver, which he got from Lena after she beat the guardian and met Luese in the middle of the room. The Doom Giver was pure black, with red rubies and a ghost on the hilt. Both combatants moved at incredible speeds slashing and striking each other. “The Doom Giver! Why are you collecting the swords?” “It’s my part of the Grand Design.” Said Kariya jumping backward.

"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."

They caught the little fish and pushed them to move ahead of them. They rolled and Eryndor responded to them with a whistle, that all created a symphony of waves and crackling of seagull Eryndor advanced and knelt down to invoke the Lord to empower him with the power of sea waves to his troops. Eryndor's eyes closed with deep concern, his hands clasped together in reverence as he began to utter his words, passed down through generations of his troops' spiritual leaders. The air around him seemed to vibrate with lurking anticipation as if the very fabric of nature was attuning itself to his devotion.

But he had been trained by Cavin for another mission as well, the sacred calling of feral exterminating. The commander prepared his special rapier, created by their blacksmith, and forged it in the cavern heat of melted gold and silver. The blade worked more like a whip. When opened, it stretched a good six feet of ingenious metal. When not in use, it rolled up, ready to unfold and attack with razor-sharp fury at a distance. Those who relied on close-area combat would not have a chance with this little golden wonder. He had nicknamed it “Commando” after his title. The team of Andrew watched as the short feral opened the cell of women. He dragged out a kicking and screaming witch. From even t

The Golem smashed him into the pavement. We were losing ground. I felt a cold knot of nausea in my stomach. We were fighting a tide that didn't care if it lived or died. "Precision!" Barzil’s voice cut through the noise. The Commander was in the thick of it. He dodged a pneumatic hammer-blow. He didn't try to cleave the armor. He thrust his sword into the gap between the neck and the shoulder. Sparks flew. A high-pitched electronic screech echoed as the blade severed the primary harness. The Golem jerked and went limp, hitting the ground with a dull, heavy thud.

"Is that so?" Chase glanced at the commander coolly. He raised his arm, and the Water-Breaking Sword in his hand flared with blinding flames. "Heaven Burning Finger!" Burning flames spread everywhere as if trying to burn everything in its path. "What move is this? It looks more powerful than before." The commander realized something was wrong as he quickly put up his defenses. However, this move was too fast for the commander to evade, and there was a loud crack.

He was gripping it right in front of his body when the light hit. He held his eyes tightly close - but nothing happened. Slowly he opened them and to his surprise saw that the sword held out the laser beams for him, like a shield. Then he swung it into motion and the sword unleashed its own beam of lightning, overpowering and striking the Zhinra's, knocking him down. The humans stood motionless for a second at what they just witnessed. "That's the legendary Commander Zivlander's sword," Garullo said, but no one seemed to pay heed. They could care less who the sword belongs to right now.