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"No, Blade. You're a wolf but not an ordinary one." "What do you mean?" She smiled. "Can you remember the Legend of The Cursed Alpha?" "Yeah!" I said. "There's no wolf who doesn't know that." "Yeah." She said, still smiling. "Remember Alpha Kopis, the powerful and relentless Alpha who turned rogue and decided to go against the moon goddess..." "... Why are you telling me this fable?" I asked impatiently. "Be patient." She said then resumed her story. "And then he fought against all the gods and..."

Daito run the blade through his palm, handing over the dagger to Drom who did the same, they both put their hands over the thirteenth page, as their blood blended and browsed across the book random letters popped up, the entire page was finally filled with peculiar writings. “Can you read it?” Drom asked. Daito perused the page for a while, mastering the instructions. “An army, thousands of soldiers, are outside the walls… they, they are ready to attack!!!” Daito run the blade through his palm, handing over the dagger to Drom who did the same, they both put their hands over the thirteenth page, as their blood blended and browsed across the book random letters popped up, the entire page was f

Suddenly, he jumped into the air and yelled, "Boundless heaven and earth, universal Storm of Swords!" The weather immediately changed. The light from the Unsullied Sword grew multiple times brighter and produced countless sword illusions that danced around Xiao Chen. The tightly condensed sword lights bounced off the whiteness of the snow. The crowd below gasped in shock. The Storm of Swords was one of the most abstruse sword arts among the cultivation sects. A perfected spell could alarm even gods and ghosts in the world. It was capable of turning opponents into dust at once.

Her ragged sobs and the frantic pace of her heart were a frantic, helpless drumbeat against the chaos. My jaw set, a grim determination taking hold. I circled the man, and he withdrew a blade. My blood ran cold. It wasn’t just any knife. The hilt was a miniature faerie-troll skull, the shaft black and patterned like snake scales. The curved, ivory-white blade was tainted with something dark at the edges. A ceremonial sacrificial dagger. I’d seen it in ancient texts, artifacts of a forgotten, brutal age. What the hell was a weapon like that doing here? In her memory?

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.

Gagé muttered as Alice nodded and smiled with relief, she reach out behind her and drew out the two swords from her back, they both began to glow as soon as they were facing the purple lights. Alice walked towards the rock and gently placed the first sword into the first mould, making the purple light go brighter and blinding, she then placed the second sword into the second mould, which gained her a loud blast of purple lights, flying everywhere that both of them had to shut heir eyes in other to prevent it from affecting them. The two slowly opened their eyes as soon as they felt the purple lights go off, their eyes welcomed the sight of a now dark and normal rock with dim purple lights f

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

As the blood light lifted the Divine Martial Scripture, Wyot witnessed the unfolding scene with a rising sense of panic. “It’s mine!” He bellowed, unleashing a terrifying aura. Brandishing a dazzling longsword, he charged at the Ancestral Blood Master in mid-air, determined to prevent him from seizing the Divine Martial Scripture. With a single thrust, the sword light swept forth, directly striking the Ancestral Blood Master.

The eight-diagram print gradually rotated, forming a strong sword aura around the sword. The next second, Wyatt pointed the sword at Darryl, and the sword aura around him charged towards him! The air around the sword crackled instantly as it passed by!

However, Lucas walked slowly toward them with Immemorial Dragon Sword in his hands. Cold sweat drenched their bodies. The disciples of God of Clouds Organization looked at Lucas in horror. "Don't... don't come over." "Of course I have to come over." Lucas revealed a faint smile. He raised Immemorial Dragon Sword in his hands again and shouted, "World-Destroying Sword Script!" ... As he finished his words, the sword fell. It was a God Ranked Skill, World-Destroying Sword Script. Suddenly, countless powerful sword radiance flew out.