Logam Terkuat Untuk Pedang Novels & Stories

Despite his apologies, he had no idea the error he committed. "You do not mean what you say at all." Alexander smiled and took one step forward. He drew Logan's sword and traced his fingers across the blade. Then, he flicked the sword gently. The sword shattered into pieces. Sharp shards of the sword flew everywhere, creating sparks as they flew across the air. Logan's eyes widened as he turned pale. His heart almost stopped beating. His sword was a masterpiece of Wyverna's military technology. Even a sniper would not leave a scratch on it.

] "Ready... They all took their swords out. Rag activated his blood soldiers. Pajim's has thunder power. Gicep has a black sword of fire. Gifud has the power of creating illusions. His illusions cause the opponent to go all out with a fake person apparently looking like him, and after they get completely exhausted. Gifud finishes them with a blow.

“The Supremusse Sword is terrifying.” “Before this, Ladon could not even scratch Forty-nine when he used all his strength. After wielding the Supremusse Sword, he easily injured him.” The other participants watching the battle were shocked and began pondering whether they stood a chance against Ladon, who had the Supremusse Sword. They thought about what kind of Supernatural Powers and means they had to use to stand against the Supremusse Sword. “It seems the Supremusse Sword is stronger.” “Not necessarily. It’s not the Feimsurge Art that’s too weak. It’s Forty-nine.”

Do you need ten thousand lavish points for it? ‘Why don’t you just rob me of it?’ However, David would still spend the lavish points after screaming at it. Right now, David’s combat le el had reached partial Eternal Realm, which was the strongest in the Milky Way. It would be challenging if he wanted to break through again in a short period. Because of this, he would not miss any chance to increase his strength. The Evil-Splitting Sword and Evil-Splitting Sword Technique were a package, so he would be more powerful if he used them together.

Is it just here to destroy the place? "Audrey! It didn't work." Wischard said as he came back. He looked like someone who had a dirt bath. "I even added light magic to strengthen my arm strength but it didn't put a scratch. The sword broke first." He reported and I sighed sadly. "Are there better swords?" I asked hopelessly. "The strongest we have are the swords created with the materials from the Terrin territory." Commander Cedric replied. Those are not that strong. I wish there were tanks here and maybe some fighter planes or any modern warfare. I wish I had the knowledge to create them too. I wish someone would tell me how to defeat this dragon. Anyone? Please?

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

“So are you going to buy this sword?” “N-no… show me another one… without the silver.” - But this one is the best, Radolyub himself spoke for strength. Heard about this, right? This is a very strong sorcerer, not so long ago he was passing through us and all the weapons in which there is silver spoke. He understands that we live not far from the Border, we need protection, he didn’t even take a fee. Yes, and the alloy here is wonderful, Zoran himself forged. And steel swords are completely useless against the undead.

Freya said and I laughed. We roared in laughter and sighed. After finishing breakfast, Freya exited my room. I gawked at my sword for a while and I recalled fond memories. I remembered when my father first gave me this sword and I couldn't lift it up at that time. I was quite upset about it but he encouraged me. This sword was made by one of the best blacksmiths in our pack. The metal was one of the strongest ever used, it was unbreakable. It could also kill any immortal alive, be it vampire, nephilim or any supernatural being.

I accepted the dagger with a nod of approval, tucking it away securely. "In addition," Maxwell continued, presenting me with a silver sword, "I've had this crafted for you. Silver, lethal to vampires and wolves, but harmless to you, Your Highness. It may prove invaluable within the enemy's stronghold." I inspected the blade, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. "A thoughtful gesture," I acknowledged, feeling the weight of power in my grasp. "It will serve its purpose well." With a swift motion, I tested the sword's balance, nodding in satisfaction. "Let us proceed," I declared, my tone firm and commanding. "The battle has just begun".