Novel & Cerita Medieval Swordsman

(other knight) " Why the hell are you still here?" "Hurry, take your swords out!" Some of the knights transformed into lycans while others pointed their swords at me. I took my sword out to fight back and in a matter of seconds the front knights swords fell down "what.." "when did you even.." "I'm not here to fight you. I'll be your commander from this point on !" "What nonsense is that?!" "Yeah with what qualification are you saying you'll be our commander!?"

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Sebastian smiled slightly. "Mr. Ballard, you shouldn't have taken Maximus' sword. After all, you already have Purity. Serpent is useless to you." Gavin looked meaningfully at Sebastian's waist. "Serpent is also an exquisite treasure. It would be a shame to leave it in the hands of Maximus." Sebastian caressed the sword at his waist fondly. In the legacy of the Sacred Medicine Society, there was a type of sword technique that was suitable for flexible swords. According to the records, it had probably been made at the time of war by the first assassin, Guy Neal. Sebastian had never had the right weapon to practice it with, but Maximus had solved the problem for him.

Alfred were here with me, helping me making sure I looked proper in my Military official uniform as I were about to attend a press conference in a few minutes time. “Both of them are already ready…and they have been given a proper scripts as you have ordered…Here is your Sword, My Lord…already polished to perfections…”.(Alfred Monticello) Alfred step back and present to me my Sword, I take it and wear them on my hip to complete my official looks. People might say that having a gun on my hips as a complete looks might be more appropriate, but I disagree, after all, these is a medieval world, sword is much more suited to the style.

Not me. “Is this really okay? Your sword looks expensive. I think I might break it.” I said to him. “Nah, this sword is indestructible. Give it a swing if you like.” Hearing those confident words, I turned and faced an empty area as I remove the sword out from its sheath. It’s a single-edged sword— a falchion sword, I think. Wait a second. Why does this sword feel so familiar…? Where have I seen it before?

A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left. Who will win? Good or Evil ?

Many people looked on in awe as they noticed the sword Thomas was holding. “The Malignant Sword?” “It’s the infamous Malignant Sword!” “I never expected Thomas to have the sword.” “Is that really the Malignant Sword recorded in history?” Simon exclaimed. The Malignant Sword was a famous and highly reputable sword recorded in history. It was the sword of a wretched king of 1,800 years ago. After his death, there were no more records of it in history.

Cain stretched his arms out at his sides, a dual sword in each hand. The pommels were silver, swirling and curving like crescent moons as they inched down the obsidian blades. His dark hair cascaded down his shoulders. When paired with the armor and swords, Cain looked as deadly as a warrior for the House Viotto should.

He fought to push down his anger and calmed himself. “How strong is he?” Dustin asked calmly. Clearly, Gary had told him to find Tristan to get him killed. “Very strong!” Lord Barbenheim’s face grew serious. “Twenty years ago, he was already known as the world’s best swordsman and was nicknamed the Sword Saint! “During the Fox family incident, he took a sword manual from them. After twenty years of training, his strength is beyond measure. Some say he may have reached the level of Five Supremes or even surpassed that.”