Slay The Spire Heavy Blade Novels & Stories

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

"Marshal Snow, this is the day you die! The fifth style of the 13 Ghost Blades—Soul Slice!" A black arc of blade energy came slashing toward him. Gideon felt a twinge of regret. He should have brought Aldreda with him. He could have used the Beast Supreme Bone Spur. A couple of good smacks would've scrambled Tristan's insides. But even without the Beast Supreme Bone Spur, he still had a weapon. He had the broken blade he won as champion of the Martial Arts Tournament of the Eight Major Royal Families.

Blood sprayed through the air, painting it red. The man let out a pained scream as he staggered backward. However, Chase gave him no chance to escape. With Phantom Nine Steps, Chase closed the gap instantly. Swinging his left hand, he released the Slay Immortal Blade, which arced gracefully through the air. Blood erupted as the blade sliced clean through the man's neck. His head flew into the air, spinning before crashing to the ground. Chase extended his tongue and licked his finger, his cold, indifferent gaze locked on the lifeless body.

I yell, shadows tearing one, Raymond’s light burning another, our powers blending. “Like the echo fight!” he says, pale, blood dripping from his nose. “Keep going!” “We got this!” I say, holding him up, our hybrid powers burning a beast to ash. We reach the blade’s chamber, a glowing sword on a stone altar, pulsing like a star. The final guardian, a beast, hisses, “You’re not worthy.” “Ours is eternal,” I snarl, shadows flaring. “Hit it, Raymond!” His light surges, our powers blending, burning the beast to ash, its scream echoing. “This blade’s ours,” I say, grabbing it, its light merging with ours.

A mysterious light as thick as a water bucket was blasted out, shattering the void into pieces. Severin, who had just arrived near the battlespace, saw the situation. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and slashed out with his sword, using Sky-Soil Heptagold Sword Energy to meet the attack. Two rays of light struck out from the sword, the two third-level paragon monsteroids died on the spot. Spencer's face was filled with shock when he saw Severin appear suddenly. After the shock, he looked really excited. "Senior brother Severin!"

Blaze and Demeter shared a knowing look with a smirk on their faces as thick, thorny vines sprouted around her while he forged two large fire swords and large wings popped out of his back. ‘Ironic that he would say that.’ The three of them charged at her with all their attack, faster than the speed of light, but she evaded everything you even faster. *Slash* Her glaive made a single, simple move; the blade lit with white fire cut through flesh and bones without any effort, and a body dropped to the ground. “One down, two more to go,” Layla called out, holding up the head of Boris like it was a trophy. Blaze and Demeter’s eyes grew wide; their faces blanched with horror, and they shared a wor