Revenge Of The Iron-blooded Sword Hound Webnovel の小説・ストーリー

He draws the sword through the icy fire terrain. He had murdered hundreds, drunk all their blood and left them withering to the dirt. He walked as he uttered, "I am Revenge: sent from the infernal kingdom, To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. ... And wash their hands in...Kathleen's blood."

The Sword Master smiled with relief and said, "What's more, there is a saying that a good person doesn't live long but an evil person can live for a thousand years. How can a crazy woman villain like me die?" The Saber Master got furious. "A cracked bell can never sound well. You b*stard, you want to make trouble for me, don't you?" Seeing that the two of them were about to confront each other once again, Ding Hao quickly changed the subject to release the tension between them. Then he asked, "By the way, I have been unable to get in touch with you. What happened?" "It's all because of the Heaven-Earth Blood Bone." The Saber Master gritted her teeth and said, "That damned 'Three-headed Heave

The man converted the sword from one hand to the other hand his patience wearing thin. Expeditiously, the attacker threw the sword at Logan! He side stepped the blade. The attacker went for his pouch again. Logan dropped the bow and arrow on the ground, reached inside his suit, yanked out a ninja dragon star. Then he threw the weapon toward the attacker face missing him by an inch.

SLASSSHHHH. "Hahahaha, do you think cutting off my hand means I've lost one hand? Too bad... What?" Suddenly, he, who had been feeling proud, sensed something wrong with his hand. Normally, when his hand was cut off, it would return to normal within a few seconds, but this time it didn't. Instead, he saw that his hand hadn't returned and was instead burned to ashes by the red flames on the ground. Xiao Chen, who saw it all, smiled. It seemed that the Four Ancient Beasts sword was indeed the demon's own enemy. And with just one slash, it immediately eliminated the blood demon's regenerative powers. Xiao Chen stared at the blood demon with a cruel smile. This time, he would not fail to kill th

Instinctively, my hand rested on the hilt of my sword as I stepped beside him. He picked up the first book on the stack: The Compendium of the First Blood. It was a book so old its pages were made of cured vellum that should have lasted ten thousand years. I watched as he opened it and gasped. Cold rushed through my veins—the book was mutilated. "This is the chapter about the ancient evils," Orion commented as he flipped the pages. It seemed like something, or someone, had reached into the book and torn off the pages with claws. I suppressed the anger bubbling to the surface at such damage done to something so historical.

I took a deep breath and composed myself. ...But little do I know, this made his arousal for revenge fiery. Blind in vengeance, he was going to make an irredeemable mistake...

The bond in my chest pulsed weakly in reply. Then from outside—a long, low howl broke through the rain and fog. Not Nightbane. Not ordinary wolves. They were back. And that night, my first blood wasn’t spilled for war… but to save the one woman even the Elders feared. ***

"Wh...what is this?" "I want to make sure you die along with your parents, and make sure you meet them before they go beyond this world." he revealed as he lifted the sword. I couldn't say what launched me, in a millisecond, I was up and behind Reyhound with blood dripping down from my nails. And my wolf hands turned slowly into a human hand. "Ohhh" Reyhound grunt as his intestines closed up slowly and his belly formed back into the normal shape. Turning back, I grabbed the sword which fell off his hand as I attacked him. I walked up to him, and bent. He sat, leaning to the chair behind him, drenched in blood. He caught his breath and looked at me with a smile on his face.

Gabel punched the rogue on his front, and I pulled my sword out of the fucker’s head and quickly sliced it across the other rogue’s neck, I sliced so deep, his head was practically rolling off, holding on only by the bone. Gabel looked to me, but I quickly turned away and fought through the collision of cut and bloodied bodies. The metallic copper smell of everyone’s blood stung the air and stained the ground beneath our feet. One body after another being swiped by my sword and stabbed by my daggers. My hands now covered in warm blood, my once black armor now looked more maroon. My hair that was hanging loosely out of my hood was soaking wet and clumped with sweat and blood. If anyone was wa