Romans & histoires Percy Sword

As if the sword were a fascinating research object discovered by one of the archaeologists and deserving of their full attention. Though Nicholas did not need to think that hard to figure out who would have that sword. If only they thought backwards, considering the entire list of customers since he officially opened his blacksmith shop, then Nicholas would be able to find the answer quickly. Because in that list, there was only one name that ordered that kind of sword. "Is this sword for Karl?" Nicholas' voice managed to pull Alec back to consciousness. He smiled a small smile as he clapped his hands. "Exactly."

The sword can only be pulled by a righteous, worthy person and the one destined to rule as king of all supernatural beings. Upon hearing these things, Rio, Dante, Leonard and as well as Prometheus was shocked and confused. “There is a sacred weapon that can kill even a supernatural being? Is this story for real, or just a myth?” Rio asked confusedly. “This is not just a myth young one,” Incur replied. “What you heard is all for real.” He added upon seeing that Rio and the rest of the young men were still confused. “If this is for real, what does it have to do with Augustus? If this can kill him, then why didn’t anyone searched for the sword and used it to destroy the dark one with it?” Dante

Sarah had to go through a lot just to find a page about it. It was pretty much impossible for anyone else to know about this weapon, let alone have this weapon. It should have been millions of meters down underground as the book said. "One cut and you'll get an incurable poison." Rufus laughs. "I'm so happy that you remember," he says and took the sword from the man. "This was what killed you before isn't it." Of course, Ryder remembered. It was even Rufus who had the honor of piercing it through his chest.

Eldric counters, but his sword doesn't do any damage against the enemy's armour and slips away as it makes contact. William saw this too and was baffled. He knows that Eldric sword is strong enough to pierce any armour but not even a dent can be seen. The old man beside William gave him a mug. "Drinks on me, kid. It looks like you're a squire of Sir Eldric, eh? The worry on your face shows it all. Like many other squires here when their mentor is on the field." William accepts the ale and drinks to calm his nerves. A soothing sensation fills him fills his throat. He never had one this kind of ale before. He thanks the old man and compliments his drink. The old man puts down the empty keg and

Percy took a deep breath and unleashed his world avatar. A two-meter-long sword appeared behind him which happened to be Percy's world avatar. At that moment, Percy seemed to be barely holding it up, but he still managed to force out another attack. With a shout, he shot forward like an arrow. The world avatar turned into pure energy as it merged with the sword in Percy's hand! Under everyone's widened eyes, he started to strike at the injured purple-feathered beast again!

She glanced around and saw that the village elders were in complete attendance. Behind the Duke's son stood two new faces, the foreigner and the noble who she talked to earlier this morning. She tried to bring her mind to what they discussed just to distract herself from what happened inside the manor. The Sword of the Godslayer. She thought to herself. If my father had access to the artifact she just held, is there any chance that he might have had the Zephyrean sword as well?

My life is done for! Percival stiffened, his eyes fixed on the blade coming towards him. At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed beside the disciple with the sword. The figure also had a sword in hand, and when he appeared beside the disciple, the figure’s sword slashed down diagonally. Squelch! The disciple was cut into half instantly. The sword in the disciple’s hand lost momentum as the person that held it was no more. The blade deflected, allowing Percival to dodge to the side.

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.

Of course, his clothes wouldn't be complete without his sword, Scorpion. Scorpion and Sagittarius are swords from the ancient times, it already exists since Seruvia's era. Because of the works piling on his table since the day he took over the throne, he didn't had a spare time to visit his favorite place in the palace── the pond on the west wing── so his feet automatically brought him there as he walked in the palace's grounds.

Valentine and Chloe’s departure leave a lingering tension in the air, but their presence is quickly overshadowed by the resurgence of memories long buried beneath centuries of blood and ash. His hands tremble slightly as he holds an old, worn dagger—its hilt adorned with runes of protection, a relic from a life he once led as a mortal. The blade, stained with the blood of countless foes, still gleams with a dark, almost malevolent sheen. Percy’s eyes, once human, now shine with a cold, otherworldly light—a testament to the centuries he has lived, the battles he has fought, and the horrors he has witnessed. He closes his eyes, letting the memories wash over him like a tide of crimson. He sees