Greatsword Of Artoria Novels & Stories

“The Alpha… he heard about your encounter in the library. He spent the entire morning in the private vault. He wants you to have this for the combat trials today. He says it’s a sign of his protection and a reminder of your place by his side.” He unwrapped the velvet with a flourish, as if he were presenting a holy relic. It was a sword. Or rather, it was a piece of jewelry shaped like a sword. The hilt was encrusted with oversized rubies that would snag on any tunic, and the crossguard was shaped like two howling wolves. The blade was made of a soft, gleaming gold that looked like it had been polished with silk rather than a whetstone. “A gift from Jaxon,” Caleb said, holding it out with bo

An aura blade agglomerated in front of him. "Blast off!" It let off a sudden and hustling hissing sound that shook the space along its course. Willette was surprised and looked stern. He thought, 'So this is what a grandmaster of swordsmanship is capable of. All he needed was to raise his hand to create an aura blade.' He gulped and raised his hand to summon his sword. It was a straight and sharp two-edged sword with principles of law circling around it and engraved with the word, Azurite, on it. Most probably that was the name of the sword.

[Mana: 3100/3100] [Strength: 85] [Psychic power: 32] 【Defense: 71】 [Speed: 84] [Knowing: 7] [Heart protection: 10] [Fire resistance: 5] [Dodge: 11%] [Swordsmanship Qualification: +10%] [Alchemy Qualification: +50%] [Heart Technique: Heaven's Growth Heart Sutra (22% for beginners)] [Movement skills: Shadow Step (22% for beginners), Mist Rush (11% for beginners)] [Martial skills: Frost Moon Slash (11% for beginners), Phoenix Feather (0% for beginners)] [Equipment: Spirit·Sword Sect Attire, Spirit·Scarlet Cloud Sword, Spirit·Converging Spirit Jade Pendant, Spirit·Stone-sinking Ring, Spirit·Cloud-treading Boots, Spirit·Rhino Fragrance Belt, Spirit·Hundred Refinements Ring, Spirit· Wind Bracelet]

She slowly extended a hand and gripped the sword on her back. Once again, she drew her sword. Instantly, a chill ran through the air. Isolde held the sword in her right hand, in front of her chest. Then, she used her left index and middle finger to gently stroke the blade. Her movements were tender, as though caressing a lover. "Its name is Swanflight. It is 33 inches long and 1 inch wide. It was forged by the first leader of the Lunaria Order, and it has been passed down for over 500 years. It is known as one of the three divine weapons of Daneast."

A longsword from a weapon rack not far away unsheathed and flew into his hand. The movement was so smooth, he looked very cool. There was a coldness on the sword as he held it. Everyone who could sense the chill from the sword subconsciously shuddered. "A good sword," Harvey praised. "Unfortunately, it had a bad user." Shingen almost couldn't control his breathing after hearing Harvey's words. He pointed the sword at Harvey. "This sword is 50 inches long, forged from Arctic Steel. It has poison… Anyone it slashes will die! Take this!"

"The broadsword is called Soul-swallowing. It has been with me for about a thousand years and has only been used a few times. I won't let the blade return to its sheath until my enemies get hurt." Chu Xun chuckled and raised Dragon's Wrath. "It is called Dragon's Wrath. Whoever touches it will die." "You and I are very similar. We all have the overlords of weapons," Liu Wentian said. Chu Xun sneered and put away Dragon's Wrath the next moment. "Let me tell you, the saber is not the overlord, but I am." As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Xun rushed to Liu Wentian, his fists turning into amethysts. He punched out, with the dragon roaring.

Alexander commanded, suppressing it with his innate sword aura, causing the weapon to quickly settle. In the face of overwhelming power, a mere sword could hardly stir trouble. With a slight flick of his arm, the sword sprang from its sheath, revealing the words inscribed at the base of the blade: 'Azure Dawn'. "A fine sword," he remarked. The blade was lightweight, its edge sharp yet restrained, and its flexibility was impressive, resisting even when Alexander applied his internal energy. As the prized weapon was claimed, envious eyes turned toward him, though none dared to seize it. Some items were simply beyond their reach.

Pops handed over the knife when Troy held out his hand. "The craftsmanship is exquisite," Pops continued. "Not many in that time possessed skill required to make something like this." "Was this someone you knew?" Troy handed Pops back the blade. "There is one who could have made it, but he's long gone. Sharra put him to rest." I started at the sound of her name. "What's his name?" I asked. "Arthur Pendragon." Professor Pops took the short sword from Troy and placed it in the top drawer of his desk.

“Sky Piercer!” The next moment, Arthur unleashed one of his strongest attacks. With his words, golden sword energy suddenly appeared, stretching for several meters. It exuded a majestic aura, stirring up the winds. The sword light shimmered, covering half of the horizon! Andrius’ eyes widened fiercely. That sword was terrifying! Swoosh! The Linebreaker Overlord in his hands once again danced without reservation, the glint of the spearhead expanding like intense tongues of fire.