Novel & Cerita Supremacy Blade Mhw

Chapter Six I was worried. That day was the biggest day in the whole country and the world at large, yet there we were, lying on the soft beds while our parents were worried sick about us. Sam was already awake and with Koyala in his office discussing whatever it was they were discussing. I had gone to the room Maya was in to check on her. It is not everyday that you get to see who has been stabbed survive, far worse that was a sword. They said it was an alloy of some metals and steel. Steel was bad for their health as it poisoned their blood making it clot. The team doctors had worked tirelessly on her not to lose her. She was Koyala's favorite and everything had to be done to keep her aliv

I make a call on the radio; "MEDIC! WE NEED A MEDIC IN HERE ASAP!" I take my belt off and place it around his upper thigh to try and stop the bleeding. I tell Roman; "This is going to hurt, but I have to try and cut off the blood supply until we can get you to a doctor." "Fuck. Atleast we have found out how the spears work." I laugh and say; "Don't worry about that. You focus on your leg."

He said rubbing her shoulders. "Noah!" She croaked and hiccuped as she cried with all her heart. "He doesn't d-deserve that!" She stuttered and wiped her tears holding his only bracelet that fell. "I know Mia, he doesn't deserve that." BLAZE VIEW. Blaze was in his human form, fighting off the rogue warrior in one second, he ripped their head off with anger and his eyes glaring at nowhere. There was he, his only objective was to kill the rogue alpha without any mercy.

“Nah. Sold him to the black market. As a slave. Also, the women who saw your face have been removed. So don’t worry about it now.” “Thank you.” I started scrolling through the chapters of traditional herbs. “Busy?” “Nah. Just checking the skipped classes.” “I see. Have you met your first target?” “Not yet. I will soon,” I said, feeling something hard pressing against my back. It was the dagger His Majesty had gifted me. I took it out and looked at it carefully. It was a hundred-year-old dagger used by three generations of Alphas. The fact that it was still as sharp as a sashimi knife made me admire it even more.

All-conquering, it was another quasi-supreme weapon. They could be considered their trump cards. A quasi-supreme weapon was just a little short of a supreme weapon. When unleashed totally, its destructive prowess was quite terrifying, on a par with that of a Martial Sage expert. Every now and then, an expert of the Martial Grand Emperor class would emerge from the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect, with many Precious Weapons of the top-grade Qi category. Unfortunately, they could not survive the thunderous onslaught of those two quasi-supreme weapons, disintegrating instantly.

The first Harvester didn't scream when I took its throat. It couldn't. The vocal processors in its white synthetic shell weren't calibrated for pain, only for the clinical reporting of the harvest. I moved before its magnetic boots even settled on the marble. The Phantom Blade was a sliver of shadow in my grip, less a weapon and more an extension of the Sovereign engine roaring in my chest. It wasn't a lunge; it was a high-density burn that turned my muscles into coiled wire and the air into a haze of static.

she asked. He grunted. “They are adequate, Veniah.” The Alva’himar raised an eyebrow. “Adequate, Gerth? You should appreciate the gift you are being granted. These blades are far superior to those crude things your people have mucked around with for so long. Not to mention that they have been infused with spells that will enhance their strength and lethality.”

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

He had one sword in each hand. "Do you see these swords? Let me introduce them to you. The black sword on my right is called the Absolute Darkness Blade. The white sword on my left is the Absolute Light Blade! The technique I'm using is an upper earth rank technique called the Dual Absolutes. I've already reached proficiency, and am only a step away from perfection…" The moment he said that Fane raised an eyebrow in surprise. Warriors who could practice an upper earth rank technique were definitely strong and talented. Upper earth rank techniques were the pinnacle for most warriors below sixty.

I accepted the dagger with a nod of approval, tucking it away securely. "In addition," Maxwell continued, presenting me with a silver sword, "I've had this crafted for you. Silver, lethal to vampires and wolves, but harmless to you, Your Highness. It may prove invaluable within the enemy's stronghold." I inspected the blade, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. "A thoughtful gesture," I acknowledged, feeling the weight of power in my grasp. "It will serve its purpose well." With a swift motion, I tested the sword's balance, nodding in satisfaction. "Let us proceed," I declared, my tone firm and commanding. "The battle has just begun".