Sacrificial Sword นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As a swordsman, Alexander's sensitivity to these emotions was heightened. "Ahh!" Alexander's aura intensified as he wielded his sword, unleashing his emotions through his attacks. The sword energy seemed to amplify his feelings. Those not steadfast in their resolve might have succumbed to the swords' influence. He exhaled. "I've vented your emotions. Rest in peace," he muttered as he destroyed the swords with his Alexa Sword. His act served as a form of tribute to the abandoned weapons. He remained composed, yet the sight of so many abandoned swords unsettled him. Every sword, like every person, deserves a place of respect and belonging.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for her, but my atonement would be found in that pain. "How can we trust you?" Moving forward, I stared him even deeper in his eyes. "If I lose Elodie, I have nothing left. Do with that what you will." He looked at his pack before slowly nodding. "You want our oath to save her...we want your oath of a sacrifice..." He carried a silver blade into the buckle of his belt. The sacrificial blade meant to be used during the stripping of a title. "Just to be sure this isn't a stunt..." I nodded. "Where is your moonwhore?" I ignored the way it was sour to hear her labeled that way, but was just as desperate for their help so I let it slide.

Ezekiel breathed out as he pulled the second fragment of the Sword of the Doombringer from the current owner. He pulled his sword and smiled at the level of destruction he had caused in this world. The Scythe of Death vibrated in his grip, but the power continued to flow smoothly as if Ezekiel's level of darkness was slowly catching up with the darkness that powered the Scythe.

"You really are someone special—but so what? We're going to die anyway, so we shall go down fighting to live!" Then, turning back to her apprentices, she said, "At my order. The hour of sacrifice has come!" The apprentices of Princely Sword School were all speechless—that was the ultimate move they had, burning their vigor to cast a blood sword that was exponentially powerful compared to anything else they could project normally. The cost of it was rapid aging, even death, which was why none of the apprentices were eager to use it. However, Frank completely outclassing them was also not what they had expected.

Swish! Purple light flashed, and a weapon of the Ancestral God Rank—the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword—appeared in his hand. He looked at the enthusiastic Nico beside him and said, “Nico, I’ll leave Jadranka to you. Leave the rest of the powerful figures of the Sanctuary to me.”

I began reading through the page, gathering the information on the dagger as I could. It was apparently used for sacrifices by pulling the persons soul out through their blood. However the blade only worked for a willing sacrifice, it would simply just kill the person unwillingly stabbed by it. The magic that the sacrifice was used for wouldn’t work if the recipient of the blade was forced. I was now even more confused than I was before I read about the soul sucking blade. Why would I have such a dream? I slid the book over to the left of the table so I could pull out the book that the sprites had bestowed upon me, maybe it had some answers.

His younger brother. In his peripheral vision, Nicholai saw Elvious movement. On its hand, a red sword appeared. Nicholai new that sword, the sword of Elious. A sword that can takes away someone's ability for eternity. In a quick motion, Elvious appeared just infront of Nathaniel, Elious sword on hand barreling towards Nathaniel's body. But before it hit Nathaniel, someone blocked it from there.

He sat up with my help, a confused look on his face. "Who are you?" He rasped. "I'm here to tell you what I know about the crescent sword. We don't have much time, so I'm going to be quick" she told him and he frowned. "The crescent sword is the only sword that can get rid of deities like Hera. It earned it's name from both the fact that a beam of the crescent blue moon had taken part in it's creation, and the sword possesses the shape of a crescent. It was last seen in the mountains of the king of the undead"

The elder's face began to be seen clearly due to the moonlight that entered through the roof in the Hall, he began to approach the two slowly. His wrinkled face was so cynical looking at the two. "From now on! you will die," the old swordsman began to attack the two very quickly, with one breath Khalid almost slashed his throat. But someone blocked the attack, after exchanging thousands of moves. They had already destroyed everything in the Sect Hall. they switched places, after Khalid and Chyou Chen cornered the two until they broke the walls of the Hall. The old swordsman and the young swordsman who helped him were flung far out of the Sect Hall.