Novel & Cerita Sword Art Online Dark Repulser

But, that man chuckles at her00 action. "Chill, Igetes." He said teasingly, as a dark sword was materialized from his hands. Likewise, Audra made her weapon out of her power. Audra made an Ice Halberg, while it was then I realize that my clone does the same. He was now holding a blazing saber sword, my favorite weapon. "That's not fair. Five versus one, eh?" He said as he whistles. Cerberus growls and a massive hole appears from the snow. It emits black smoke, and corrupted souls start to materialize once again.

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

If he were to change his stance, things would be over for him. “That’s right,” the Sword Titan replied. “I am the one who forged the sword in his hand. It’s a devilish sword. The Sword Warrior is under the sword’s influence that causes him to slaughter his peers. Naturally, I want to. . .” “Shut your mouth!” Tyr didn’t wait for the Sword Titan to finish his words before interrupting him. “You motherf*cker! What exactly did you mean by calling the sword ‘devillish’? The Sword of Grace is an Astra weapon! Can a useless bug like you even forge it? How dare you boast about such implausible achievements?”

"How did you get up here?" "Disappointed to see me here and okay?" Summer asked laughing as she stepped into the room. "You brazen girl!" Jackson snarled from behind his desk as he stood. "Stay where you are." Summer warned wielding her weapon. "Neither of you move." "Do you think I'm scared of that little weapon?" Michael asked continuing to move forward. "Besides you don't have the guts to do anything with that." "Wanna bet?" Lunging forward Summer swiped the blade through the air getting close enough to Michael to cut across his chest. With wide eyes Michael took a few steps back.

[Hope you all remember, I told you guys when I was listing his abilities and weaknesses, that he has a low healing factor] Sarraphina appeared "Don't kill him dad. Don't forget He is needed alive" "I take orders from no one, I am ending this boy" Sorex roared out as a Dark red spear appeared in his hand which he stretched forward. The spear had dark energy emitting from it. It was dark and had red lining on its edges. Then below it was the red gem fixed perfectly in a carved out space. "You finally forged a weapon for the gem" "Yes" he replied as he walked towards John who struggled to stand up.

A fiery red core burned with rage in the centre of the hilt. Below it was written, "Frostlight Rapier." With a hefty price tag of one million gold coins. Above all, this was a replica, not a genuine artefact. Eliza groaned, vowing that if the genuine one appeared, she would empty her family's treasure hoard. It was a legendary sword that had been refined with a monster core of epic rank. According to legend, it was the weapon of a legendary dark elf that conquered half of the elven territories that are now home to the dark elves.

The moment he took out the sword, the surrounding air temperature suddenly dropped, and an extremely dangerous aura enveloped Alex. Donovan said, “Brat, this sword of mine is called the God Slayer. It can even kill deities. But, once the sword is unleashed, it must consume blood, and all the people hit by the sword will be dead. So, I’m giving you one last chance. Put down the sword in your hand, kneel, and surrender yourself.” Alex was expressionless. “How despicable! It’s despicable, just your character. It’s no wonder that Ynes Larkin didn’t want you but bugged me at all cost instead. It turned out that she’s sick of you being too despicable!”

I called my celestial weapon too and transformed it into a black katana, a Japanese kind of sword I used to see on animes and I coated with a condensed dark energy coming Mammon. “Raid, let’s go!” I urged him and we both drew our words at Astaroth as we jumped mid-air. Astaroth, you will be the one who will die on our hands tonight. Mark my words. I said mentally and I strongly thrust my katana on him to land a fatal blow but just as expected, he was able to dodge it.

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

Screams tore through the air, flesh ripped apart like paper, blood splattering in thick, crimson pools. Heratte leaned against the wall, watching with a satisfied sigh. The massacre, the scent of iron, the unrelenting destruction—this was what she was meant for. Her smile widened. “Damn… I almost forgot how good this feels.” Her fingers flexed, dark mist curling around them. “This power. This darkness.” She inhaled deeply. “Finally… my wait is over.” Then— A sudden pained howl cut through the carnage. One of her beasts staggered, its massive body convulsing before crashing onto its knees. A high-pitched whine escaped its throat, and Heratte’s smirk vanished.