Sword Art Online Novel English นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Sword, I can't be in this forever. I can't. And I can't kill my precious mom either, it's just so impossible for me. You won't free me, so kill me" "Wow" Sword said and he suddenly grew monstrous and angry in a matter of minutes. His eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth grew long and pointed like a wolf's, his fingers turned to class and he had a hairy wolf's tail on his buttock. His head began to expand, displaying veins in weird places.

A blood-red glow radiated from the sword as he shouted loudly, "Blood Wave!" A bloody aura covered his body as the sword in his hand looked like it had been pulled out of hell. It contained a wave of killing intent and thirst for blood as he slashed right at the Divine warrior in front of him. "You're just at the middle-stage of the Innate Realm! Show me what you've got!" the man shouted out as he attacked.

The shift came instantly, where a massive white wolf lunged forward, ripping through the first rogue that dared to step in his way, sending him into a tree and killing him instantly. Rowena, on the other hand, was slashing her way through them with her dagger, trucking every single one of them, her Luna power spilling out, sending rogues into trees, ripping them in two. Together we tore through the rest of the rogue with no problem, bodies fell at our feet, our warriors holding their own. A second later, the forest fell silent. Bodies lay at the border broken, bloody, and lifeless, as Rowena fixed the broken wards.

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

The group then breaks apart, going to their various stations. "Not bad, Wallace," Kaydence slaps me on the back. "What?" "William...Ah, never mind," they shake their head laughing. Turning away, a shot of golden light shoots across the sky. Running up the stairs to the top of the wall, I look over to see a ball of fire in the middle of the hill just inside enemy lines. A man in golden armor stands, his helm shining in the fading sunlight. In his hand is a sword that glows with a light not unlike Excalibur, but whereas my sword burns with a cool flame, this one has warm electricity. He raises his sword and then slams it tip down into the earth releasing a shockwave that knocks Mab's forces ba

He’s smiling as he does so and Cain’s voice surfaces in my head again. “When Lycans war, the lands shake.” Rhys spreads his fingers and that green energy forms a phantom sword. Raymel nods and does something that sends my heart racing. “Catch.” The swords shoot out like rockets and me yelping is all it takes for me to fall back into the water and land on my butt. Raymel’s swords fly through the air so smoothly and delicately you’d consider them a work of art. I would have if they weren’t bent on killing Rhys.

Andrius did not know what happened to Gabriel and the others, but he was sure this was the sword. Swish... Rustle... Chitter... To Andrius’ astonishment, as soon as the sword fell into his hands, tens of thousands of sea monsters seemed to go mad, and they all rushed toward him. Startled, he raised the sword to slash out. ‘Esoteric Art: Etheric Sword!” A brilliant sword light appeared, tearing through space as if splitting the heavens and earth. The sea monsters rushing toward him were all sliced cleanly in half, shocking everyone who saw it.

unsheathing is a skill which kills at lightening speed, a fast one-hit kill, suitable for people who possess a sword spirit". "Sword unsheathing", Jae Lee woo stopped moving, it seemed that the use of that sword was different from that of other swords. Traditionally, what swordsmen liked the less was the moment of unsheathing a sword because it is a critical moment during which a certain amount of time is lost and thus delays the moment when the attack can be carried out. Nevertheless, sword unsheathing was a skill made to kill people. Unsheathing the sword had killing for its sole purpose. The most powerful moment of that skill was unsheathing the sword and striking with one movement, if

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.