Novel & Cerita Master Of Ancient Divine Weapons Chapter 1

I screamed. The pain was blinding. The memory of his wicked touch and the chains of my past tried to make me kneel, but I forced my diamond-hard skin to tighten. I channeled the white fire not into a scream, but into a shield. I used the speed of the first Ancient to outrun my own fear. I used the sight of the fifth to see the truth: Kieran was not my master. He was a man drowning in a curse he did not understand.

“The weapon recognizes you as its master. Embrace it, Daniel. Take the power that’s rightfully yours.” Every fiber of my being wanted to resist, but the pull was relentless. Waves of energy surged through me, amplifying my senses and flooding my mind with visions—images of destruction, chaos, and power beyond comprehension. It wasn’t just a weapon; it was alive, sentient, and it wanted me as much as the rogue leader did. “Stop!” I managed to shout, but my voice sounded distant, swallowed by the vortex forming around me. Far above, I felt them coming. Rigel and Adrian. Their presence was like a flicker of light against the darkness, and for a moment, I held onto it like a lifeline.

"THA EÍMAI TO ÁLFA KAI I EPITHYMÍA MOU EÍNAI TO OMÉGA" Ever so carefully, Abby recited the very words written on the parchment. She carefully mumbled the words written on the paper while looking up at Eugene's direction every now and then. Right after saying the first part of the spell, they already started to see some changes in the surrounding. From down their feet, white tendrils of mist started to appear.

Master said in his creepy voice. Lekini spat mouthful of blood by hearing such words from Master, and she said, "you raised me for your own benefits, you are calling me a traitor but look at yourself, who are you? you are no more less than a beggar who survived by begging others powers. " Master was annoyed by hearing such words from Lekini but he doesn't want to waste more time, so he asked his followers to start the process of taking energy stones from their bodies. Andrew brought two similar looking books and placed them in front of Master. Master opened those books and started reading a mantra from those books.

With my divine sword, I connected my vessel power and struck the chains. Her eyelids fluttered, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out. Anger surged within me, hot and fierce. I couldn’t let her die. I wouldn’t let them win. No! Never! With every ounce of strength I had, I smashed the chains. I connected my vessel power with my divine sword and struck the chains, shattering them into pieces as they flew and broke apart. She fell into my arms, limp and barely breathing. Her Blood soaked through my clothes, warm and thick, but I didn’t care one bit.

The horses of the others stopped, near the sharp cliffs, and bowing as if at the sight of a frightful monster they raised their front legs and turned back, these beasts had a sense of their own that scared to death like moon dogs, this meadow was something cursed and you could tell in advance that you could die like a dog. Of the ten young men, only two sacrificed their swords for their masters, and Dixon at the age of seventeen armed himself with a very large bow with which he could crush armor, iron heads like blades protruding like sharp thorns that served wonderfully. the master in distress, a quiver caught in the saddle of the saddle gave him enough security to gallop the archer, and at

A woman wearing a crown shaped from living flame. She turned toward me. For one impossible second, I thought I was looking into a mirror. Then I realized the differences. She wasn't me. She only wore my face. Her lips moved. Three quiet words reached me across centuries. "Finish what I began." The vision shattered. Without thinking, I reached out and wrapped my hand around the hilt. Power exploded through the chamber. A shockwave ripped outward, throwing guards and cultists alike off their feet. Stone pillars cracked from floor to ceiling. Ancient runes hidden beneath layers of dust ignited in crimson fire, spreading across every wall like veins awakening after a long sleep.

You will never touch a weapon against this family again. The pitch-black corruption in Lorenzo’s eyes shattered like dark glass, vanishing entirely! The gun slipped from his limp fingers, clattering onto the moss as he fell back, gasping for air. "WHAT?!" the First King roared in fury. "IMPOSSIBLE!" The newborn lifted his tiny hand toward the sky. Massive, radiant golden chains shot out from the open graves, wrapping tightly around the First King’s wrists, chest, and throat! The ancient entity shrieked in absolute agony as the divine chains scorched his shadowy form. "What are you?!" the First King screamed as he was violently dragged downward toward the open pits of the earth!

Achilles, the War God of the Ancient Divine Clan, who was recognized as the number one expert in the West, could be called this name to prove how powerful he was. There were many clansmen from the Divine Clan, but this was the only one named Achilles. Before the old master of the Evans Family could make a move, a sword light overwhelmingly came at him. The next moment, the figure of the old master of the Evans Family flew backward. "You're just an ant. You're courting death." A cold voice came from the void. The old master of the Evans Family was scared out of his wits. It was true that he wanted to show his loyalty, but he would never have intended to do it at the cost of his life.

"This sensation..." Alexander stood at the base of the volcano's mouth, the jade amulet in his grasp quivering with intensity. Waves of warmth surged through his body's pathways, converging in his core, and there, like a gentle stream, they began to coalesce into a distinct and powerful sphere of energy. Crack, crackle! Inside Alexander, a mysterious barrier that seemed to defy understanding was under siege by a powerful force. It was the Lord of War's barrier, the very threshold of martial mastery, the critical point that one must surpass to ascend beyond the rank of Lord of War.