Novel & Cerita Serpent Blade

I stared at that long string of zeros until my vision blurred. Then I ran to the safe. It was packed with gemstones, glittering like a dragon's hoard. "Heh heh heh." Jackpot. As the most powerful purebred serpent, Victor had inherited the entire Serpent Clan the moment he came of age. Five years of marriage, and he'd not only bought me an estate that rivaled a palace, but because I liked shiny things, he'd hoarded enough gemstones to fill a vault. And now? All mine.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

Where the threads of destiny become unbreakable chains. Alpha Elric, the venerable elder who had watched over every Luna ceremony for the past three decades, his face a map of ancient wisdom, stepped forward. In his gnarled hand, he held the ceremonial blade—an obsidian dagger, wickedly sharp, its hilt wrapped in intricate silver ivy, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Its dark surface seemed to absorb the moonlight, a silent, potent tool of destiny.

“From our findings, Ravon’s blade was split into four parts. His last descendant hid them before dying. The Dragon King believes it’s still whole and is actively searching.” “A blade... divided?” I repeat, running a hand through my hair. The weight of this revelation sinks in. This is far bigger than I imagined. “Yes. The first piece—its location is tied to the Serpent Goddess, Beersheba.” “And you’re sure about this?” “We discovered ancient journals in Ravon’s son’s cave months ago,” he replies. “Most of it was useless, until we uncovered references to a pact with the serpents. We gave the journals to Severus.”

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.

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

I hate them all! I struggle to fight against the growing current surrounding him. I know that his core is attached to the tentacles that are closest to his heart, but it is difficult for me to reach them when the sea serpent is lying down. Killing Leviathan would go against my deal with Belphegor. I know that, but that spot near the core is the only soft spot on him that any blade could pierce. But wait, since this blade is a gift from one of the demon princes, is it possible that it could pierce Leviathan’s rock hard skin?

“Then what are you here for?” He pulls his hand back out, and there is something in it. Metal catches the low light. He turns it once in his fingers and offers to handle it first. I know the weight of that blade before I touch it. Guild issue. My hand closes around it before the rest of me can object. The balance is clean and familiar and my grip adjusts on its own. “You recognize it,” he says. “How did you get this,” I ask. “It was delivered.” Silence thickens.

He looked at his own sword that had turned into a mere scrap until he heard the familiar voice again inside his mind. [MY LIEGE!! YOUR COMPANIONS ARE CAPABLE WARRIORS !!] [MY CHILDREN TOLD ME YOU WERE IN DANGER!!] [FORGIVE ME FOR MY UNNECESSARY INTRUSION!!] The pressure in the space quickly dissipated, and the serpent woman vanished after bidding a polite bow. The nauseating pressure that was brutally crushing their bones disappeared as well. The deafening silence once again wrapping the surrounding, leaving Creed with just one question: "What the flying fuck!! What sick weapon is that?"