I Have Countless Legendary Swords Novels & Stories

Ever since small he read about the story of 'King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table' so the sword was rather well known for him. "Yes. It's currently held by 'Arthur Pendragon', a man descendant of the original 'King of Knights'. " - He talked to them while putting Gram away, inside a magic circle. "Then the rest of those Legendary Swords-" - Ryutaro started to speak, but was interrupted by Kiba. "They exist. They are called 'The Four Strongest Holy Swords', created by the 'God of the Bible'. They are 'Caliburn', 'Excalibur', 'Durandal' and 'Ascalon'. " - Everyone paid attention.

I know of the existence of the other Artifact but I have never heard of the Second Legendary Artifact in our possession. Hakan: Dear God, if it wasn't for your battle prowess, you would have never been able to become a head paladin. You're carrying a Legendary Artifact and you never knew? Andrea: Ohh you mean my sword? So this holy sword is a fragment of the Holy grail?

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

"Sophie, are you even listening?" "Yes! Of course." A hell of a bloody no; his biceps and broad shoulders were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? Sage smirked. "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords are the Asian swords, which include straight, double-edged Chinese longswords (Jian) and single-edged Chinese sabers (Dao), as well as a myriad of other exotic weapons favored by martial artists the world over. See this?" Sage held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly. Impressive, though. He's been explaining it since forever, which bored her to death, yet all Sophie remembered

“I guess, he wanted me to figure it out myself. All I know is, it chooses who can wield it.” “A harbinger. Providence. Sword of Light. It came by many names.” Calder joined us back with a stack of papers in his hand. “According to the legend, it was forged by the master craftsman in just one night, over thousands of years ago. A stranger came and blessed it to fight against evil. Whoever could wield the sword, a worthy descendant, or a worthy warrior.” “You’re kidding. Me a worthy warrior? I don’t think so. I couldn’t even protect my people from the attack,” Ryden said. Each word was laced with regrets.

Or is it? "It’s a legendary sword. Made from the strongest material ever known, as they said that it was even crafted by God himself. The weapon that only the righteous one can wield. That true being that is blessed by the heavens and once more God himself. Powerful and mightily, that’s what they say.”

The entire sword was engulfed in flames, flames that burned with the same three hues. This was one of the legendary relics of the ancient, the Sword of the Vermillion Bird. A weapon of immense power that could vanquish all that is evil. It was a weapon comparable with the Autumn Water, if not better, although it has been forgotten after so many years and no one thought of including it into the ranks of the most powerful weapons in the lands.

Lucas felt a pull to Sebastian, surely because of the hate he felt for the man in front of him. Sebastian clenched his jaw tight as he braced himself for the confrontation that was to come. He knew that their rivalry ran deep, stemming from a rift between their families that Sebastian didn’t know the details. He just had not expected Lucas to be so openly hostile towards him in such a public setting. “What do you want, Lucas?”, Sebastian asked, his tone clipped and impatient as he met Lucas’ gaze with a steely resolve. Lucas came from a bloodline of fierce warriors. He hadn’t seen Lucas in many years, but no doubt he would be able to beat him in fight.

" There must be a loophole, there is always one " " There may be one " " What is it ? " Celea asked exited to finally get to hear the answer to the question she always wanted to know " Your father's sword " " Do you mean the one he stabbed my father with ? " Celea asked referring to when the devil had stabbed her father right in front of her at the war " No, there is another one " " So where can I find it ? " " When the sun and moon will meet again, you will know the answer "

"I meant to say that I wish to acquire items for my inventory." The shopkeeper nodded understandingly. "Do you have a suit?" he inquired, delving deeper into Keagan's needs. "No," Keagan confessed. "I am without weapons as well. That's why I've come here—to purchase the necessary tools." Recognizing Keagan's eagerness, the shopkeeper accessed a dashboard, swiftly inputting a series of squiggles that materialized into a holographic display. A vibrant array of suits and weapons materialized before them, each item meticulously crafted to cater to the needs of burgeoning heroes.