My Holy Weapon Novels & Stories

Unholy Fire Glove. Continued

Cath asked them and the ancient book opened itself again, flipped to another page and Princess Diana read it out. "The four weapons of destruction are the Athame, the wand, the pentacle, and the cup. These four magical tools correspond to four weapons of destruction. The chosen one must find the four weapons before it falls into the wrong hands". Princess Diana finished reading and closed the ancient book. " Wait, the first weapon is Athame, the weapon vanished the moment you died". Carson said to Eddie. " How do we find these weapons when we have no clue of them?". Dave asked.

Minahil replied with a dazzling smile, making both of them laugh. Not delaying any further, Minahil went out. She had already placed Abraham's gift in the car. She had ordered a branded watch for him for she often saw him pocketing his watch. He had a weird habit of placing the watch in his pocket instead of wearing on his wrist. However, Minahil was adamant on having him wear her watch on his wrist.

As he was talking, Lou’s voice trailed off. At this moment, he was staring wide-eyed at David in front of him in shock. Because a long red sword had appeared in David’s hand at some point. The long sword was not scary. What was terrifying was the long sword in the hands of the Eternal Golden Body. That was no ordinary sword. It was a Soulbound Weapon, a priceless treasure! Lou had been a dishonest merchant for so many years, but all his savings added up was still not enough to buy a Soulbound Weapon.

Spencer suddenly asked Troy. "Fifty weapons boss," Troy replied. "Make sure to get it all paid. I want you to lead them, Troy. It's a billion-peso deal so you have to be careful and you have to use electronic payment. Let's not use bank transfer first, if we can go through cryptocurrency then so be it." There was no flaw of a joke in his tone as he commanded his all-around butler. "Copy boss." No doubt Troy's answer then once nodded. Spencer immediately leaned on the backrest of his swivel chair and then closed his eyes.

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

The distinction was stark: wounds could be healed, but hearts pierced by the sacred weapons would not be revived. Eryndor, his chest heaving with exhaustion, gazed upon the carnage with a mix of awe and trepidation. His Shadowsting dagger, still trembling with the force of his final blow, seemed to whisper dark secrets in his ear. Jack Wolf, his Moonwhisper spear a glow with a soft, ethereal light, stood tall amidst the chaos. His eyes locked onto Eryndor, and a silent challenge issued between them. The arena, once a place of savage contest, had become a crucible for something greater. The true battle was far from over; in fact, it was only just beginning.

Come to me! I had my group throw incense into the fire that we had burning in the south corner. My group begins to chant as I drink from the chalice of black waters, “Charge our blood, turn as poison, nectar to the wise. Breed within us black serpents, sharp of tooth and merciless of fang. We shall be the unfaceable weapons, fill our bodies with venom.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

“How much?” Deacon put his hands up. “Celestial weaponry is not sold, Theo. The weapon is fated to a specific owner and that sword was destined to be yours.” Theo nodded, pretending he understood the meaning of it. Deacon pointed to the scabbard with a holster fit for a dagger in the chest. The moment Theo touched the scabbard, the sword shrunk to its original size. Convenient, he thought, as he sheathed the dagger into the scabbard.