Novel & Cerita Legendary Mantis Blades

His black eyes also turned purple, and the demon king stared at Long Chen in shock. "The Sword of Life and Death, the Black Turtle Armor, the Rainbow Butterfly Wings, and the Crown of the Night." The demon king spoke sharply, staring at Long Chen. "Do you know all of this?" Long Chen asked. "How could I not know? Those are the things that caused me suffering, and they are also the ones that led to my tribe's defeat!" The demon king finished speaking and immediately attacked Long Chen with a blood spear formed from black blood, without waiting for him to prepare.

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

She couldn't just let him get away with it, she had to do what her father promised him… to make him pay for what he did. Growling with anger, she broke through the wall where she hid and stomped off to meet king Mortis where he stood. She let her claws and fangs out and they were much bigger than that of regular werewolves. She was much stronger than normal werewolves too because she was a Lycan, an original and she was going to show it to him because nobody was going to mess with her family or pack and get away with it. Not under her watch. She dug her claws into the necks or faces of the guards that came at her without hesitation as her light blue eyes blazed red instead and she felt nothi

A faint blue glow emanated from the walls, like spirits lurking within the shadows. At last, they entered a vast chamber surrounded by towering stone pillars. In the center of the room, embedded in another altar, a silver-blue sword pulsed with a mystical glow. Aria froze. She didn’t know how, but she knew that sword. Lorian stepped forward, eyes widening. "This…" Rael shook his head in disbelief. "The Legendary Blade…" Aria turned to them. "What do you mean?" Lorian met her gaze. "This is the Sword of Light—the only weapon capable of defeating Vaelin’s darkness. But it was lost centuries ago..."

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

“No, my King. In an attack, maybe one or two. Because the rogues themselves were wolves, and unlike Lycans, they wouldn’t have been able to hold the silver blade in their hands. Those who have the blades normally don’t shift, and they come out last on the battlefield to surprise us. Essentially, to stab us while we’re focusing on the shifted rogues.” Xandar stiffened again at the word ‘stab’. Lucianne continued to stroke his shoulder from his side to calm him down. Xandar pondered before he took a good look at the alliance and asked in concern, “How many of you here have been stabbed by the blade before, if I may ask?”

Every Sword Light possessed the force to obliterate everything. James dared not be careless. He was aware that it was a battle of depleting crystal. If he could, he would try to stay uninjured during the fight. At this moment, he focused his mind, and an enormous Infinity Stele appeared in front of him, blocking the Sword Lights that were sweeping over. One, two… In an instant, a hundred and eight Infinity Steles appeared. After the Infinity Steles appeared, they formed a formation and surrounded him. The force of the Lethal Blade’s Fury was very powerful. It was a signature skill created by the Fatal Emperor. Its power was not inferior to James’ sword techniques. If he did not use the Infin

“Lyra stands ready to take her rightful place at my side.” The blade hovers above my palm, and Maelis’s gaze pins me in place. The hall buzzes with the rhythmic chanting of the oath: words of blood, loyalty, honor and power. I inhale, ready to press the tip to my skin, when a sudden movement grabs my attention. The Blood Moon warriors, hoods covering their face in ceremonial black and crimson, yank their cloaks free revealing flashes of sapphire and silver underneath. Blue Raven colors. The chanting is shattered with roars and snarls as the disguised pack members shift into wolf form, lunging at Maelis and her elite guards. Chaos explodes around us.