Soul Stone Blade And Soul の小説・ストーリー

"There is one way." Kael looked up. "What way?" "The Twin Blades can cut more than flesh. They can cut hatred itself." Silence fell. Kael frowned. "You mean..." "They can separate Lucien's soul from the abyss." Hope flickered across Seraphine's face. "But only if he accepts it." Everyone looked toward Lucien. He was barely standing. Darkness covered half his face. His heartbeat was becoming the heartbeat of the abyss once again. The monster inside him laughed. "He will never let go."

Charlie had crafted a few amulets before the auction. During that time, blessed by the Cultivating Pill’s powerful spirit energy, Charlie had crafted a new magical instrument for himself. This magical instrument was stronger than the Thunder Order, and it was called the Soul Blade. The Thunder Order would call upon divine lightning and make a huge commotion, but its destructive ability wasn’t exactly great. However, the Soul Blade was different. The Soul Blade wouldn’t cause astronomical changes, and it was practically unnoticeable. Not only that, but the Soul Blade was much more powerful compared to the Thunder Order.

They looked much more complicated than before. A meter-long blade slowly condensed in front of Fane. It was the storm god rank technique, Soul Sky's first level, the Broken Soul Blade. To learn the Broken Soul Blade, Fane had absorbed countless treasures. They were worth at least seventy or eighty million spirit crystals. Just thinking about it hurt. However, Fane felt like it was all worth it when he saw the Broken Soul Blade successfully condensing. He narrowed his eyes and pushed forward. The Broken Soul Blade flew right at Guzman.

The Hollow Blade waited for her there. It was no weapon forged by men, nor a simple vision birthed from fear. It was something etched into the marrow of her existence. A spectral blade with jagged, shifting edges, its body wreathed in whispers that cut deeper than steel. The voice it carried wasn’t one voice, it was many, layered, distorted, yet unified in cruelty. "You think you can wear the crown of Luna? You think your blood is strength, hybrid?" the Blade hissed, circling her in the void-space.

Only the sudden weight of steel sliding through flesh and bone, exactly where the mark burned brightest. The Luna mark broke as the blade pierced it. It was not a sound anyone could hear, but something you felt through the bond—like ice cracking beneath unbearable pressure. Kaelor’s pain tore through me so violently I almost missed my own. His shout spread across the battlefield, raw and broken, and every wolf collapsed where they stood. The light around my body shattered. The power drained from me, sinking into the earth, into the sky, into nothing. I looked down. The blade had gone straight through the mark.

Eileen saw that and called out again, "Infernal Blade!" The hundred swords multiplied into a thousand swords, hovering around Suelyn. There was a spirit energy connection between each sword, turning them into a prison of swords. The Infernal Blade attacked, and a thousand swords slashed and stabbed Suelyn at various angles. At last, they were able to stop Suelyn from moving closer to Eileen. Constantine took the opportunity to let out a cry, his holy light attacks increasing in speed and power as well. Suelyn was starting to be annoyed by the endless attacks. She let out a furious roar, and the blood lake began to bubble.

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

Arlene lunged again. This time Cassian intercepted. His magic formed a shield, but the soul blade sliced through it like paper. The blade caught his shoulder. He gasped, the same spiritual tearing that had hit Lyanna now affecting him. "Two down," Arlene said. "Who's next?" Warriors charged from all sides. Wolves in human and animal form. Arlene spun, the soul blade dancing. Every strike cut deeper than it should. Every wound bled more than normal. Three warriors fell. Then five. Then eight.

Although he was yet to be acknowledged as a blade master, Boro was a few steps away from that title officially. There were a few ways to obtain the title of blade master. The most common way was to defeat a titled master in a duel, whether that be a duel to the death or not, beating someone who holds that title, usually witnessed by others to authenticate the claim, would allow one to become a blade master. Furthermore, being tutored by an acknowledged master, and in turn being acknowledged by that master, was another way for one to finally obtain that title.