Greatsword Of Artoria Novels & Stories

The black and sharp body with the pulsing red blood vessels poured out a stifling pressure on everyone inside the tent. “This sword is named Auros, from both the priestess and the smith that created it. Priestess Aurelia and Smith Rosen were some of the legendary figures from our Blood Wolves clan’s past. The weapons that they create are special, and has never shown any rust even with the passage of time.”

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

Ario said, arranging his hair. “Trust me, I was,” I said, disappearing, and I appeared right in the middle of the fight. “It’s your time to shine,” I said, smirking. I brought out my sword, cutting through any rogue that entered the deadly attacks of my sword. This is a deadly weapon for all gods and goddesses, and there are just two that Arthur and I own. It would kill anyone it touched. For a mortal, just one cut means they are dead because the cut becomes infected, and slowly they die. As I was killing the rogues, I saw Mary, and she was fighting with Brandon. I walked towards them, grabbing Mary by the throat and slamming her against the tree.

He spat the blood as his only response to the Grand Hunter. Lorath twisted a smirk on his lips. “You’re too proud for your own good.” He raised his broadsword into the air and said, “I’ll be the one to put an end to your bloodline once and for all.” —[Sword of Wolf Hirashi]— Raeherys had to cover his eyes as the broadsword flashed brightly along with the triangular mark on Lorath’s chest. The light shone in gold as the weapon absorbed the energy from his chest.

"Beep! Obtained Excellent-Grade Thermal Greatsword." [Thermal Greatsword (Excellent)] [Combat Power +100] [Possesses extremely high heat, which aids in cutting through enemy armor.] "That's a great weapon!" Jodi exclaimed. Even though she hadn't seen many pieces of equipment, she knew that the greatsword was remarkable. "Haha, it's not bad," Victor boasted smugly. He was quite pleased with the greatsword. It gave a much bigger boost to combat power than the scythe he had been using.

Luna and her parents returned to the pack house, where they retrieved the three sacred artifacts. "Now we need to combine their power," Luna said. Elara nodded. "Let us go to the Sacred Circle." They went to the Sacred Circle, where they performed a ritual to combine the power of the three sacred artifacts. A bright light erupted from the circle, and a weapon appeared—a sword made of silver, with a moonstone in the hilt, a sun crystal in the blade, and a star amulet in the pommel. "This is the Sword of Light," the Moon Goddess said. "It is the only weapon that can defeat the Dark Ones."

Eryndor hurried toward her. "The sword is responding." "To what?" "The Crown is calling its equal." Ariana frowned. "I don't understand." "The First Blade wasn't forged to destroy darkness." His eyes settled on the glowing weapon. "It was forged to restore what darkness stole." The words settled deep inside her. She looked across the battlefield. A wounded Abyss wolf struggled to rise. Its crimson eyes flickered. Just for an instant. She remembered the wolf called Darius. She remembered the way recognition had returned before the darkness reclaimed him.

The double-handed greatsword did not hiss through the air; its thick, fuller-grooved steel tore a heavy, concussive wake through the ozone, a low thrum-thrum-thrum that threatened to split the eardrums before the blade even connected. General Kaelen’s descent was a dark, calculated mass of black iron plates, his massive cuirass blotting out the golden glare of the liquid brass-aether moat. With every fraction of a second he hung in the air, the magnetic pull of the central lodestone anvil seemed to accelerate his velocity, turning his downward execution arc into an inescapable mountain of falling steel.

The man with the long sword ran to him as quickly as he could and was forcing his sword to stab the neck of the man in front of him. Lixien stepped up and took the sword he was resolute in holding using her power and she held it blade with her index finger and middle finger. The sword shook and the blade crumbled into pieces. Suddenly, in the middle of the commotion, the soldiers who didn’t sense her presence, kneeled and shouted. “May you live in longevity and may the god bless you, Your Majesty; the Empress.”

Lyra paused to observe a blacksmith as he inspected a freshly forged sword. The blade gleamed with a faint blue hue, a sign of the enchantments that had been worked into the metal. “This one’s strong,” the blacksmith said, his voice rough from hours of shouting over the din. “Sharp enough to cut through a Shadow Order’s armor, and it’ll hold an edge even after a hundred strikes.” Nearby, a mage stepped forward, her hands glowing with soft, golden light. She whispered an incantation, and the sword shimmered briefly before the glow faded. “It’s warded now,” the mage said. “It’ll resist the dark magic they’re known for.”