Sasori Puppet Mastery Novels & Stories

Byul chuckled and look at Hassan with a proud expression on his face. Heh. Look at my very first puppet! He’s beautiful isn’t he! He’s very strong too! He won’t burn under the sun! Byul let out an evil laugh as he stared at Hassan. After a while Byul stopped laughing and cleared his throat. He then called out to the system and tapped his skill [Skill: Corpse Control is in use!] [Command:…..] Byul glanced at Hassan and grinned. Byul pointed at the large gate that could be seen on the horizon and urgently said.

Then, he connected the simple consciousness of the Giant Rock Puppet with his Divine Senses, in order to control the entire combat puppet to carry out all kinds of movements, which was extremely responsive. "In order to control such a Puppet of War at the Peak of the Martial Emperor Realm, one must have Qi cultivation and Divine Senses at the great grandmaster level as a minimum. There are dozens of people in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect who can do this..." Ding Hao kept experimenting to confirm the fighting capabilities and requirements for manipulation of this changed Stone Puppet. Finally, he had a detailed understanding of its operation. Coming out of the Giant Rock Puppet, Ding Hao lo

This is Ronan wanting this as much as he does. “C-Can I, m-master—” That made Cross grin evilly. He knows that Ronan just slipped out but he wants that now. “That’s right, call me Master Cross, Doc Ronan.” Ronan’s scent is getting more and more intense, almost as strong as what he had when his Heat came. That would mean a stronger effect on Cross. He wants to just slam his cock inside this man and fuck him the hardest but, of course, he wouldn’t. He laughs to himself because someone should really award him for having the strongest self-control even at this new scenario they are experiencing.

he countered. "There is no way to show you without a doubt, but if I could do anything to gain your trust it would be this" and she pulled a glowing blue dagger from its hidden sheath and handed it to him. He immediately knew it to be Veritás, Retribution’s enchanted blade. She then put her hand over his and placed her other on the blade. As quickly as lightning, she had sliced her hand and said, "I bind myself to you for the duration of this contract. I will give my life to save yours and to avenge it if I cannot prevent your demise." "That is the first part of the binding of an apprentice to the master. I have not agreed to let you live, let alone train you in anything!"

But she knew too well that if she didn't start acting up now, she would miss a lot of things. Picking the small satchel that was given to her by the blonde creature who was an Inuphyle, named Carson, he said that the God of Fate instructed her to give this to her when she took her to leave. It seems that the satchel is the famous beginner's pack given by Gods to Wandering souls who are on their quest to leveling.

The horses of the others stopped, near the sharp cliffs, and bowing as if at the sight of a frightful monster they raised their front legs and turned back, these beasts had a sense of their own that scared to death like moon dogs, this meadow was something cursed and you could tell in advance that you could die like a dog. Of the ten young men, only two sacrificed their swords for their masters, and Dixon at the age of seventeen armed himself with a very large bow with which he could crush armor, iron heads like blades protruding like sharp thorns that served wonderfully. the master in distress, a quiver caught in the saddle of the saddle gave him enough security to gallop the archer, and at

She nodded with determination and said, "Yes, I beg you, Master; please o take me as your apprentice." Fang Mao looked at Sara and nodded slowly. "I did not expect you to be a girl with such great determination. Fine, I shall agree with your request." Then, Fang Mao helped Sara to stand up and return to the cave to rest. "Since you are my disciple, I shall tell you about my rules." Fang Mao looked grave when he looked at Sara as he said, "The technique I cultivated does not belong to any sect or group. However, it has a title—the Thousand Appearances Figure!

What was even stranger was the wooden figure in front of Horace Sawyer. A wooden… puppet? It had a cylinder-shaped head, square-shaped body, and round wooden limbs. Based on how Horace was still sitting on the ground with a horrified look, he was also confused about this. However, Felix sensed that this wooden figure had sprung out of Horace to block his attack! Felix felt like he was in a dream. He felt a terrifying energy coming from this wooden figure—somewhere along the levels of mastery of Transcendent Realm and Grandmaster Realm. What was this?

The puppets, forged from profound iron, were incredibly durable, and Oscar controlled five of them with ease. He was clearly at the pinnacle of puppet mastery. "Rrrraaaggh!" The puppets came to life, their fierce roars turning into devastating attacks. Adrian could only watch as his swords clashed against the puppets' bodies. Clang! Clang! Clang! It was useless. The swords barely left a mark. Oscar, seeing this, burst into mocking laughter. "Hahaha! Now you understand the power of my puppets. Do you really think your swords can defeat me? Even with all those swords, what difference does it make? Do you think you're suddenly invincible?"

He was in a sorry state. He stood up and looked at James. Stunned, he asked, “What sword technique is this?” James smiled faintly and said, “This is One.” It was One of the Polaris Sword Art, an amalgamation of a thousand sword techniques. This bizarre sword technique was different from the Fourteen Heavenly Swords. The only similarity they shared was that they were extremely terrifying. “One?” The Spirit Master froze. “What sword technique is this?” James said, “It’s a sword technique I created.”