Novel & Cerita Mors Mihi Lucrum Sword

He was met by his kind smile as Kaylus watched him attentively. "I was watching you." Kaylus looked at him, his eyebrows scrunched on his forehead. "But how? There's no one here though?," he murmured, his eyebrows furrowing further. "Oh! But I did felt some strange tingle on my nape, sire. Like—, like someone was watching me..." His Master chuckled as he clapped his hand once. An object materialized on his right palm. He held it close enough for Kaylus to see. It was a handheld mirror, with gold coating on it's handle and rim.

Taking long strides, he went back to the parking towards his Lamborghini which his Dad had just gifted him as his birthday present and reversed out of the building.  Minahil was sitting with Zaviar and his friends. “Zaviar is not that bad!” she thought to herself. "Zavi, do you know Abraham got a Lamborghini!" One of them exclaimed. Her ears perked up hearing his name. "Dude, that boy is filthy rich!" Another commented. "It's a black matte!" Another added. Zaviar was talking to them but she was getting irritated of his name. "I'm leaving!" She stated and walked away without listening to whatever he was saying to her.

Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa. "Where is your sword?" Ludriev asked. "Ah, I leave it in my house. I don't need to carry it around in our own home, do I?" "Yes, you do. What if there's an attack? You are too reckless." "Didn't I have the strongest sword master with me right now? Who would have the gut or is foolish enough to attack?" Ludriev used the hilt of her sword to jab him. "Stop that." "Yeah, ok." Rion grimaced in pain and rubbed his side. "But the name Goddess of War really suits you. Honest!"

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

But first… I need to buy something to protect myself. ”Wai, open the store. I want to buy the sacrificial sword“ [Sacrificial sword. A sword that helps the user make a blast that is 10x his normal hit. This would only happen one time for every 25 seconds. It cost 150 harto. You currently have 220 harto. Do you still want to purchase it?] Letting out a sigh, it is not as if I can go on like this without any weapon. But wait… isn't a gun more useful than a sword? I always use a sacrificial sword which is why I was so used to it. But, a sword for long-distance combat, isn't it… a little useless?

Then, he saw a sword. I know you. He said to the sword It was a strikingly beautiful sword whose blade glowed in the ruddy moon. It has a two-edged winged blade and it stood dipped into the ground. The grip shone with beautiful stones that enhanced its edges. The blade had some lettering written on it. He moved in closely and began to read it. "Nnkan to o jé temi ni temi, ko si si enikeni to legba momi lowo"

Why so much weapons when it was barely used? I picked up a sword that was sheathed in its scabbard and drew it out. I saw the initial L.S and I narrowed my brows wondering what it meant until the name registered in my head and it came almost like a soft whisper. Lucifer Saunron. I stared at the sword as I unsheathed it completely from the scabbard. I looked at it left and right observing the sharpness of the sword. As sharp as its owner I thought and just when I touched the sharp edge of the blade, it cut my finger.

The sword felt cold, even through the minion’s thick, clawed hands. Its blade shimmered with a subtle red hue mirroring Lucifer’s intent. The dark aura surrounding it whispered death. One of Lucian's trusted minions stared into its cruel shimmer, something unexpected flickered in his eyes, a memory.

The sword light of his Storm of Swords spell was nearly snuffed out by now, leaving only his Unsullied Sword to resist the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. Never mind that the Unsullied Sword was ranked beneath the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. The fact that the Spirit of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword was taking part in this battle meant that any resistance by the Unsullied Sword was futile. The blade of the Unsullied Sword was beginning to shake and the white light covering it was gradually dimming under the weight of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword's cyan light.

Lucian was watching the man keenly. The man pulled out the drawer and took out a sword. It was mighty, long, sharp and clean. The sword sparkled when it came out of the drawer. "This is a special sword my grandfather had. It is laced with the most potent poison in the whole of the witches' territory, he had a witch queen laced it and he fought many wars with it." Lucian looked at the sword and it didn't look like it had been to war, it was clean and too sharp, a touch of it could tear one's skin. The man brought the sword to Lucian and handed it over to him.