روايات وقصص ضمن Sword Empire

It was uncommon for one to use such an unpopular army weapon. Army weapons were categorized into seven levels—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. Sloan's sword was an indigo level weapon. Once she took the sword out, the surrounding temperature immediately fell. Everyone from the World Universe was worried for the Seven Fairies. Even though they were Master Saints, it was still challenging to go against a Master Emperor.

Ethan replied indifferently, “The entire South Light is the defense zone of the South Light Army. Although Hong Kong and Las Vegas are both enclaves, they are still within my defense zone. There is no place that I can’t go.” “Ethan, you brought the people of the Sword Camp here. What exactly are you trying to do?” Queenie sounded solemn. “Do you want to revolt?” “Revolt?” Ethan smiled lightly. “The Sword Camp is one of the top nine troops of the great Country H. We wiped out the five major powerful nations in the Euro-American War and made great contributions to the great Country H. “Saying that Sword Camp wants to stage a revolution? Are you trying to ruin the reputation of the army?”

Hamed sighed and said, “You usually have very little opportunities to deal with mercenaries, so you probably do not have much understanding in regards to this group of people. To put it bluntly, they are professional soldiers who are operating commercially, and they are paid to get things done. They are most active in places such as Syria where there are more wars going on. It is said that Ten Thousand Armies commands tens of thousands of people, and there are nearly a hundred top masters amongst them. They are very strong, and they even sent one of the Four War Kings under their command over to Syria…” Charlie then said, “Don’t be nervous first. Even troops from the special forces will die

His words screamed at me as I pick up another dagger, pushing it into the opposite shoulder. "You see, I said I would kill you and I will. Not before I make you hurt. I am sure once word spreads how I tortured you then killed you people will learn to see me as I am. The one who runs and owns this city. Not a weak pathetic princess!" I grab the dagger and swing it down on his leg. He screams fighting against the restraints. I keep going, ages passing by and when I finish he looks like a pin cushion, or maybe a dagger cushion?

the girl in ponytail said cheerfully and twirled. "What are you talking about?," Iktanne replied, completely baffled. The girls looked at her with a bit of confusion at her remark but wasn't bothered by it. "You see, Iktanne-sama, some of our relatives live in the northern province of Japan. Right now, our Empire's northern barracks have detected anomalies that involve about one and a half dozen of Giant bandits attacking villagers from there. Remember the sudden appearance of a tsunami a couple of weeks ago? General Gary of the North barracks sent a report to the Academy that those bandits were the ones responsible for that happening," the girl in pigtails explained.

I asked the soldier as he was turning to leave us. “The Flame Dragon Empire…” the soldier replied in a low voice. No more needed to be said. All our eyes dropped to the floor as the full-scale of the situation sank in. There was no way we could win a war against the Flame Dragon Empire, the biggest, wealthiest, and most ruthless empire in this region. This war isn’t something totally unexpected, rather it was just a matter of time before our land along with many of our neighboring towns would be under attack.

At that moment, Vince Schmidt held the halberd in his hand tightly. At this time, he could not suppress the anger in his heart. However, there was no way to save it. He had no way of fighting against an Emperor-level disciple. He could only watch helplessly as the Star Sword Emperor attacked Zephyr Khan. To Vince Schmidt, this was a great irony! "Sword of the Emperor?" Looking at the huge bladed energy, Zephyr Khan sneered in his heart. At this moment, bladed energy was about to be suppressed. The creepy sword light kept flowing and even shining in all directions. The sharp spirit even left traces on the ground. Under the power of bladed energy, the whole space was full of cracks.

Bora took a cautious step forward. He moved slowly and with purpose, his movements calculated. He held a slender sword out in front of himself. It's single edge glinted menacingly with the faint light of the fire behind him. Across from him stood a foe who was equally, if not more so, confident in their own sword skills. His opponent held his blade hilt with both hands. Bora saw a flash of amusement in their eyes from behind their helmet. They circled one another like two feral alley cats. Each waiting for the other to lapse in their attention. Seconds stretched out in to what seemed like an eternity, till finally a faint scream from the depths of the burning city called out.

Mithraos swung his sword and resumed his fight. In the ten years since he became the King, he had done everything he could to empower his Kingdom. He has made it stronger and has fought in many wars, joining more kingdoms and making it an empire, his empire. Somewhere no enemy will dream to penetrate, no less kill the royal family. It was and is him against the world. Mithraos turned hearing some soldiers call for the head warrior but he need not have worried. He snorted as he watched the warrior raised his sword and sliced open the man behind him with a proper twist of his sword.

“You’ve shown great improvement today. You have the potential to become a great warrior.” Aiel beamed with pride at the compliment. “Thank you, Reina. I’ve learned my lesson and I promise I’ll never gossip again.” Reina nodded, her expression softening. “I believe you, Aiel. But remember, being a warrior means more than just physical strength. It also means being honourable and honest. You must always uphold the values of our people.” Aiel nodded, taking in Reina’s words. She knew that being a true warrior meant more than just physical strength, and she was determined to live up to those ideals.