Novel & Cerita Sword Art Online Story

Her brows were slightly frowned as she was understanding why he was being too considerate or was it not considerate? The Flaming Red Fire of Lava is a very powerful sword that can kill thousands of people with one swift move. It can even end hundreds of lives of monsters. It was so strong that everyone wanted it, but it came to an end when Vailan, when he was still a Crown Prince, got it out of accident and no one has seen its appearance after that.

her eyes are wet and feel like she want to ask who are you velliam:- hello I am velliam what are you doing here girl start shivering and trying to talk girl:- i-i am ceri I live here velliam:- can you tell me what are you doing here girl might ready to tell him her story girl:- I was cured because I was hungry and that made God angry he told me to take care of this sword and I can't go anywhere. I traped here demon:- this is fire curse sword share his energy with her that make her all this time and that how she able to talk and she remember everything. she felt pain that something can't be heal

He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply— And drove his blade upward beneath the general’s armor. The steel stopped just short of Kharvek’s throat. Silence fell instantly. The duel was over. Kharvek froze. Adrian held the blade steady. “Yield,” Adrian said quietly. The demon’s jaw tightened. But he finally lowered his weapon. “I yield.” Adrian stepped back. The court erupted again—some cheering, others murmuring in disbelief. High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne.

SOPHIA POV. "What do you mean?" He asked, pausing a bit. "It's simple, If I win you will go and you will tell the King of your plot with Xylah and if I don't, you get a chance to disgrace me and still be my assistant for a week," I explained.. "Unless you fulfill this condition, I won't be willing to fight with you," I added. "Ok then," he says. And with this he rushed an attack to me. His claws aim directly for my face. It was easy to block his attack and I used the handle of my sword to hit the back of his head, leaving him lying on the floor.

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.

My grip tightens on the hilt of the weapon as I prepare myself for the impending clash. Surrounded by a few Embers, I catch a glimpse of Sora's fiery ginger hair nearby, her expression, that of shock. Stepping forward, I swing my sword, but he dodges with impressive agility. As the clash of steel filled the air, each strike reverberated through the training square like a thunderous drumbeat. Thrystan moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior, his movements fluid and precise, a testament to his years of training and combat experience in the Wreath.

She comically commented. "Well, it's a pretty long story, and a complicated one too." "I'm not one to listen to long stories, especially ones that involve a Nephilim sword and a crested family member from North Angus." Alicia kept wondering what that term meant. Slejj referred to her sword as such, and now Lora was calling it that as well. Daito suddenly stopped, his sniffing senses kicked in again. "It's close!" He said. "Perhaps the villagers have found it. Okay, do as I said..."

”Wai, I want to buy the sacrificial sword“ [Sacrificial sword. A sword that helps the user make a blast that is 10x his normal hit. This would only happen one time for every 25 seconds. It cost 150 harto. You currently have 195 harto. Do you still want to purchase it?] Hah… I only have 195 harto left. Wait… we are still having a quest right? There would be a reward after that. Clicking the notifications, the time remaining before this quest ends is… [00:34:28] Almost half an hour. Maybe we can make it. I just need to stay alive till then. The sound of my feet touching the cold wet floor can be heard as I walk downstairs. Weird… but, I feel like… something is not right.

I don't know how long can I endure standing here acting as bait and why are they taking so long to attack the beast. I can't wait anymore, so I decided to make the first move. I waved my right hand and release the sword that was forged by a famous blacksmith the Devil's hand. I was about to swing it onto the beast when one of its heads bites into my right arm. The sword immediately drops to the ground and disappeared. The sword is specially designed for me alone and I am the only one who can wield it. The sword will disappear if it is no longer in my possession and I am the only one who can summon it.