Novel & Cerita Spirit Soldier

Her sorrow had become a constant, gnawing ache, and her cries of despair now felt like a burden to those around her every moment even though she had done all the possibilities for this bliss. As the woman's moans grew louder, a man in his forties, holding a torch, approached the dugout, attempting to console her. Unbeknownst to the others, he was surely a spy for the enemy, tasked with identifying aims for their bombers' target. But before he could get close, the distraught woman, sensing his insincerity, slapped him with all her might, knocking him down unconscious. He couldn't bear the blow of a slap, so crumpled to the ground, just as Vicky's elder brother sprang into action, seizing the

“As much as I wish to go back, didn’t you see what just happened? A bunch of soldiers shot me dead. I cannot physically recover, can I?” The spirit cannot be grazed by lead and metal. No amount of blood loss can ever dampen the spirit. “It sounds fascinating, Mr. Wolf Spirit, sir, but … I’m dead.”

He blamed himself for his carelessness, which got everyone into trouble now. Those ghost soldiers became increasingly powerful, constantly whistling with their sharp voices. Now there was no room for retreat. Suddenly, Xiao Chen had a brainwave and found a good solution: since these ghost soldiers, including Phantom King, were soul bodies, how about using the Spirit-annihilation Halberd to handle them? Thinking of this, he immediately took out the Spirit-annihilation Halberd from the Divine Vessel.

Brodie's urgent cry spurred action as he lunged toward a fallen Blood Specter. Garrison soldiers swiftly joined the fray, confronting the specters. As the commanding officer, Ash swiftly ordered the highest-level alarm activation. The city's alarm bells blared, striking fear into even the distant residents. A Blood Specter, standing three meters tall with four arms, clashed with Brodie. Despite Brodie's efforts, the specter’s resilience proved formidable. It retaliated, clawing a gash into Brodie's hand. "These creatures are formidable. Their strength rivals my own!" Ash, fighting nearby, shouted. And his sentiment resonated among the soldiers, who found themselves similarly outmatched in co

Stopping to take a deep breath while remembering the last time I was with my mate, my heart ached at the thought that she was currently in danger. ‘Calm yourself, Titus, remember, we can still feel the bond, she’s not dead, calm yourself! Wolf’s voice, which I had been ignoring, was heard this time and I followed his direction, it was true, our mate’s bond was still there, she was still alive. ‘Remember, Sabrina has a white-wolf, she’s not just any woman, our mate won’t be defeated that easily. She’s the one who discovered these oddities and spies that we never expected. Wolf stated and this time I nodded, right, I can’t give up, Sabrina believes in me and I have to believe in her.

I diverted my attention, elsewhere, afraid to vomit because of the guy who is bluntly flirting with a spirit. I saw a Spirit wearing a brown armor-looking suit with black highlights. He is probably the spirit of earth. The spirit is floating in front of a girl, a shy looking girl. She has eyeglasses and a few bruises on her arms. The girl is looking up to the spirit with an awkward smile, more awkward than the smile I was flashing a while back. The Spirit is smiling as he look down on her, both are not talking.

"There is no happiness..no me. Till you have cleared your evil sins. Till you have payed for your sins." Than had tears in his eyes. Seeing Sel's figure moving back from him. "No! Don't leave me! Please! I will do anything to get you back! Punish me! Please! But don't go!" "The journey is not easy Than. Nor is the punishment." "I don't care Sel! Tell me!" "You have to earn me back Than. You have to repent till the time I take birth again." He looks at her in disbelief.Making her clear his doubt. "I am not alive Than. I am just a spirit. I am already dead."

[Soul Forge (Epic Rank): This forbidden art grants the user dominion over the souls of the recently departed, twisting their essence into loyal, obedient undead warriors. Soul Reaping: The user has the power to gather the souls of the departed, adding them to their arsenal of spectral warriors. The number of souls required to summon a warrior depends on strength and type. Spirit Bonding: Through an intricate ritual, the user can bind these souls to a chosen weapon or armour, imbuing them with otherworldly energy. Phantom Conjuring: By channelling their will through the bound weapon or armour, the user can summon a spectral warrior from the collected souls. The type of warrior summoned depend

“Come out.” The spirit appeared from the darkness. It looked more like a daemon that a warrior spirit. “Were you successful?” he asked. “More than successful.” the spirit said. “Now, it begins.” “No, now, it ends.” The spirit jumped on him. They fell to the ground. Darkness was around them. The nephew tried to free himself from the spirit. There was no use, the spirit was too strong. The spirit lifted his paw, high in the air. Blood rushed on the parquet. The spirit disappeared. The nephew turned his head once more, looking at the throne. He started crawling to the throne, he moved a few inches, and died with his arm pointed at the throne.

Unfortunately for him, I couldn't stop what had gotten into me. A very loud scream brought me to my logical mind, I then clearly saw what I had done. Someone threw me off the guy who lay on the ground. I widened my eyes in horror then rushed to pick my spectacles that got thrown off during the fight. I had never fought in school or at home no matter what, I had never fought before in my life except for now. Did I just kill the man? My heart started beating faster and the tingling sensation on my arms grew rapidly.