Mimicry Sword の小説・ストーリー

Every time she drew out a gorgeous red sword of different lengths. The hand of the female Martial Demigod showed a strange sword formula. In an instant, the three strange swords merged with the gorgeous thin swords in her hand and turned into a brand-new sword, as wide as three fingers. The shoulder joint of the sword looked like phoenix wings, and there were faint purple Chaotic Mists flashing on the body of the sword. Xie Jieyu held the sword and waved it casually. Instantly, a heavenly river appeared in the void and the purple Chaotic Aura split apart everything.

feeling confused and little bit of fear, Theo decided that he will take the risk so he drop a drop of blood in the sword to see what it will happen. soon Theo will understand how lucky he was to get such a good sword. When the drop of blood met the sword, Theo felt connected with sword, but he doesn't understand the feeling of that, as he was knew in cultivation, we will find it out later, i guess. Theo look at the sword, thinking something only he knew, pondering for some time, he decided that he would start swinging the sword. Yesterday while reading the old book, he learn that, the swinging of the sword and his breathing must synchronized. Thinking what was written and how it must be done

At this point all eyes were on the two than it happened everyone was left mouth open Celeas wings were finally out, unlike her father's black ones her were a silver gray probably the combination of his black ones and her mother's most likely withe onse she then picked her swords up from the ground and attack him, their fight was impossible to keep up with, the only thing they could see was a golden light looking like a falling star moving from one place to another " they are insane..." Salma the war was now only between Celea and her father while the others stood by and watched their fight, Draco than went up and picked Dereus up knowing Celea cared a lot about him he wanted to protect him,

He took the sword out of the sheath and examined the newly forged sword created by his boastful new friend, Spiro. The sword was typical the one he had once gotten by the system. It has two sharp ends just like the description Vic told Spiro. "You are really amazing Spiro!" Vic smiled to himself. "Really, I'm amazing!!" Spiro shouted from behind. He sneaked upon Vic to see how much he liked it. Vic stared deadly at him. "I didn't sneak on you, I just came here now!" Spiro tried to defend himself. "Really, didn't you almost tripped on the ground when you were following me?!" Vic saw him following him from behind.

Something that called to her, even through the haze of fear and uncertainty. She set to work quickly, her hands moving with practiced speed. She knew the forest’s herbs like the back of her hand—what healed, what soothed, what could save a life. But this? This was no ordinary injury. This was the wound of a warrior, a pureblood warrior. She carefully cut away the matted fur to reveal the gash running deep across his side, the blood still fresh and thick. He stirred as she pressed a cloth to the wound, his eyes fluttering open. At first, he blinked, dazed. His gaze swept over her, confusion clouding his features before it hardened into something else.

From the far end of the hallway emerged two figures—Resistance soldiers, faces grim. But one of them wasn’t blinking. Ivy's heart jumped. "Don't move," Asher warned, raising his weapon. The second soldier lunged—too fast, too smooth. The mimic. It dropped its disguise mid-leap, revealing a swirling, featureless face with Ivy’s reflection glimmering in its surface. Asher fired three times—once to the chest, once to the head, once to the wall behind it. The mimic shrieked as it hit the ground, spasming before dissolving into ash.

she sits up and stretches like she’s been asleep all the while, “Ready?” “Yep,” I say, popping the p, looking around for my sword and removing the big black jacket I wore over a small tight green top and shorts. Finally finding my sword leaning gracefully against the bark of a tree, I pick it up, admiring its uniqueness. An ice sword befitting an ice queen, with a handle carved so perfectly for my slender fingers to get a good grip, it has a perfect weight with a blade so sharp and shiny. Although she looks fragile, she’s a lot tougher and can withstand any amount of pressure or force, just like her owner. Smirking at the comparison, I swirl the sword around and point at Anora, who’s now sta

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

The problem was I couldn’t even feign ignorance like the other people. “Now, just repeat what I say: Inclinate legem meam ad voluntatem; it’s my first form that slay through the soul destroying the skills of the opponent. It depends on your will of course, since you can also use me to destroy the skills temporarily,” Mimi said excitedly. “For me it’s: Turn cadaver in cinerem; it’s my first form and it’s a bow that pierces the body with it’s arrows turning it into ashes. Tell him…”

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.