Novel & Cerita Serpent Breathing Sword

"Bring me her alive!" The woman submerged in the wine inside the tub, emerged again from between the sovereign's legs, trying to suck in a breath of air. "Help me imbeciles!" yelled Guildor at his acolytes rising from the tub. His voluminous body dripped huge amounts of water. He leaned with his right hand on his black staff made of ebony with a silver hilt in the shape of a knob. A medallion embedded with a black opal in the shape of a half moon hung from his neck. He had snatched both from his father long ago.

It sticks its tongue out making a hissing sound. He moved my body to fasten towards the serpent, and I internally shriek as my body lifted a gigantic serpent. I just lifted a serpent for goodness' sake! 'It's my strength, dummy.' I heard a man's voice inside my head as my body is still unstoppable. The sword I'm holding is now surrounded by an emerald mist. My eyes are now blazing with a green gleam, as I emit more power. The pupils of my eyes become a vertical slit and now I can see every detail—even the tiniest.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

The serpent tensed, its body undulating with terrifying grace before it struck with lightning speed, lunging straight at Leon! Leon bolted, his breath ragged, but the serpent was far faster than he had imagined. In the blink of an eye, its cold, muscular body coiled around him with crushing force. The air was forced from his lungs, his ribs screaming under the immense pressure. His face turned pale, then a sickly shade of blue as he gasped for breath.

My upper lip curls as I turn back around, holding the whip sword with both hands. As I raise the blade above my head in a diagonal motion, I slice through at least a dozen serpents, blood splattering on my face and bare arms as it burns like acid. I cast my sword above my head again, releasing the whip and twisting my wrist, producing a spiral effect with the whip trimmed with large fragments of the sword's blade. Within seconds, the light stick begins to fade, the cave quickly becoming gloomy as my vision is impaired by the lack of light and my eyes stinging from the acid-like blood.

Worse come to worst, he would be weak for a few days. It would not reach the stage where he would lose his mind. However, Draco seemed to be going insane. What they did not know was that David’s Evil-Splitting Sword was made from Nine Turning Star Iron, the mortal enemy of all things evil in the universe. Coincidentally, the Nine-Headed Serpent Clan was one such evil thing. If Draco’s arm was chopped off in another way, he could regenerate it using his regeneration skills as a Nine-Headed Serpent.

It was the moment he had been waiting for. The sword that Maximus was holding was a precious treasure, and it was a famous sword known as Serpent. The sword looked soft, but once it was held and had been injected with vital energy, it would become so sharp that it could cut swords in half as if they were made of clay. Maximus had used the gleam of the sword to dazzle Sebastian so that he could get the advantage over him. If Sebastian turned his head, Maximus was sure that he could kill him with one blow.

It gleamed with a radiant brilliance, its hilt adorned with intricate carvings of mythical creatures. Sable's eyes widened in awe as she reached for the sword, her fingers trembling with anticipation. As her hand closed around the hilt, an electrifying surge of power coursed through her body, causing her veins to glow with an ethereal light. She could feel the sword's energy intertwining with her own, merging their strengths into one. With newfound determination, Sable gripped the sword tightly and turned back to face the dark entity that awaited her. The fear that once gripped her heart had transformed into a fiery resolve. She stood tall, her eyes blazing with determination as she confront

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?"

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.