Heavenly Inquisition Sword Webnovel Novels & Stories

A terrifying rainbow Sword Light burst forth and pierced through the void. Quince looked up in horror as the Sword Light tore through the sky, piercing the bodies of the powerhouses from unorthodox factions hidden within the Forty-Seventh Heaven, causing them to explode in mid-air. Cries echoed throughout the Forty-Seventh Heaven, blood and flesh scattered, and the falling rain of blood and countless pieces of flesh turned this place into a purgatory. After a long time, Quince, still in shock, turned his trembling body towards James. “W-What kind of monster are you?”

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

he said caressing the tip of her hair. "Who are you?" Finesia asked and slapped his hand away from her hair. The unknown man grinned and when their eyes met, a vision of a raindrops suddenly appeared on her eyes, an everlasting raindrops. "I am the God of war they say but never did I became bad, I'm as good as the Sun, but I am neither kind when it comes to my interests. I am the Son of Ephelitius and I am your brother, Finesia." The raindrops stopped and it was eaten by a light. A light means truth, that's what her vision says.

Peter, who had been hiding nearby, suddenly charged out holding a wooden sword and shouted, "Die, demon!" He leaped forward and thrust toward the Temptress. It let out an angry roar and spewed black smoke from its mouth. Peter quickly covered his nose and mouth, swinging his sword to disperse the smoke. Gus and Peter constantly changed their formations and incantations, sending charm after charm flying toward the Temptress like meteors.

Wilbur commented with a sigh. Michael snorted coldly, saying, "You have a good eye. This is the Sword of Judgment, a divine weapon imbued with the great divine power of the Lord of the Holy Illuminati. No one can survive under the judgment of this sword." "Oh, is that so? Then why haven't you made a move yet?" Wilbur smiled. Michael's gaze darkened, and he declared, "You're way too arrogant! Accept the judgment of my lord." As he spoke, Michael raised the Sword of Judgment high. The golden radiance on the sword burst forth, accompanied by a resounding hymn in the sky. A tremendous force began to surge in the sky, and above the firmament, a colossal palace made of golden light emerged.

“What are we looking for?” “A weapon,” he replied, breath tight but determined. “One that was never meant to be used unless the Void itself broke through.” We reached the lowest vault—a chamber sealed with celestial runes. He pressed his palm against the inscription, muttering an incantation in a language older than this realm. The doors groaned open. Inside, resting atop a black stone altar, was a sword. It pulsed faintly, as if alive. The blade was dark metal veined with molten red light, heat shimmering subtly around it. Even from where I stood, I could feel it—an oppressive, ancient force humming beneath its surface.

He pushed through the men as he came out into view. Standing taller than the others and with caped armor was Skarr, leader of the inquisition. On his face was a jagged scar that ran down the right of his cheek, splitting his lip and vanishing into his chin. He was here for my blood. I stood naked on the shattered steps of the altar. My skin was searing red with runes that ran down my body like veins. They glowed with each thud of my heart. My breath fogged in the chill air and my hands shook—not with fear, but with restrained hell that stirred within me, waiting to be unleashed.

The High Priestess’s blade is a silver sliver in the moonlight, inches from the skin of her palm. I launch myself into the air, a five-hundred-pound arc of silver muscle. I break through the line of warriors, bodies colliding with mine, claws raking, teeth snapping, voices shouting words I cannot process because there is only one direction in the world right now and it is forward to her. To Avara. To my mate.

"These techniques are for upper-level cultivators" "But you said we need strength to keep us safe, right?" Looking at his sister, Zia smiled. "You said you wanted to avoid experiencing pain. You're my lovely brother, and we only got one body. I can bear the pain, but I can't bear to see you suffer too." Zia caresses the cheek of her brothers. "You know that I love you, and you're my treasure." Zia searches the shelves one by one, and choose a book randomly with the title 'Absorption Aura'.

Katie stated with her face glowing in hot red, and steam began to rise. “Yeah, about that,” he said. “Heaven One is still going. We have more warheads back in Hammerhorn. Plenty enough to cause mayhem in this world.” He summoned a pair of knives. “Like I said, our guild will never get back to the way we once were because of the mess you caused. We will be hunted down. That’s why his majesty gave us one last order. Fight gloriously. If our guild goes down —” “We go down with you,” I finished.