Sword God In A World Of Magic Novels & Stories

And higher still — ladders rising, carried by lines of soldiers chanting low, their voices inhumanly synchronised. Behind them, the warlocks. Hooded, faces hidden, their hands lifted in unison as they wove light into fire that burned not orange but silver-blue. Fire that ate stone as though it were flesh. The first bolt of it struck the outer wall. Stone screamed. The Guild flinched as shards sprayed across the battlements. One soldier vomited, bile mixing with blood on the floor. “Steady!” Killian’s voice cut across the panic, sharp enough to slice through fear. “Hold the wall. They bleed like men — make them prove it.”

I reached out, my hand a steady, confident presence, and wrapped my fingers around the hilt of the gold-enchanted sword. The moment I touched it, the world exploded in a blinding, white-hot flash of light. The weapon reacted to me immediately, its magic a powerful, overwhelming force that surged through my body, a raw, unfiltered surge of energy that was both exhilarating and terrifying. It recognized me. It recognized my Spartan oath, my devotion to House Ares, my unwavering, unbreakable will to fight for what was right, no matter the cost.

The realization disarmed her more effectively than any feint. She released the sword, taking a step back. "Then we understand each other," she said, her voice losing its edge. "You see a weapon. I see a cage. We're both prisoners of this... purpose." He held the practice sword, looking momentarily wrong-footed by her retreat. He studied the crude blade, then her face. The anger seemed to drain from him, leaving a weary, cold curiosity. "What are you, really? A spy for your father? A trained assassin sent to unsettle the court?"

The look on Slate’s face said it all as Nya stood there with the Heart of Magic tight in her fist. The soldiers’ faces told her that they recognized that it was too late, that they had let the magical gem fall into enemy hands. One of the soldiers held a sword to Slate’s throat, his hands trembling. Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge.

Now get ready for your holy sword. Four mighty Archangels appeared from all the four corners of the celestial world with their swords in their right hand. All the four Archangels meet in front of me simultaneously and strangely their clash made a heavy noise and to my surprise, they turned into a beautiful single sword before me. The voice continued, take it mentioned your name and command it to obey you. It has been programmed with your name because it is your property. I stretched forth my hand and it came straight into my right hand. It was so powerful that I couldn’t stand but it was turning me around. I gathered the courage and shouted listen to me holy sword my name is prince Douglas

My white fur stood on end. Once she was floating five-storeys high, she released seven swords from the symbolic circles, caging me in place as if I was a prisoner. They were gigantic and in different colors accordingly staying true to what they represented: wind, fire, earth, forest, water, sky, time, and lastly, space. The swords around me created a stronger gravity. I wasn't able to leap out but this didn't worry me. Sofia started chanting and then, the swords began to glow even brighter.

They had equine's soles instead of normal human limbs, long scarves like hijab, and a metal gauntlet in each hand. Taking a deep breath, I decided that it was time to stop hiding my power. It doesn't even matter if I kept reserving it; those assholes already know about me. Letting out a great guttural cry, "Soul sword," I yell. Before I could even take a step, my bow and arrow disappeared, then appeared again with the rune sword. Gathering all the strength in my leverage, I raised my sword high above my head, and I could feel the end of the sword nearly touching my back. "The Smith God of War," I said again, lowering the sword.

Kaen took a few steps away from Natsumi and as soon as the meteor got close, he formed a sword out of flames sliced it into a thousand pieces, resulting in a great mist that covered the entire arena. The mist turned cold. By the time Kaen noticed what was going on, the flames on his body had gone out. His eyes were directed up and he saw Natsumi hovering above him. A closer look made him shiver and the words that came out his mouth were "Ahh, there it is" SHIN SEKAI SECRET: Orie knows a prayer that that stops the actions of evil spirits. Life energy is consumed while saying this prayer.

Hardening it between my palms until it turned almost metallic. Magus went down the line and shoved tall, thin stakes in the ground. Then ordered. “Cut them.” I gave him a pleading look. “Cut them!” He barked in uncharacteristic roughness. Sounding more like Hawk. Something is wrong. “Now!” He roared. His gaze locked on me. Nothing like the laughing Magus I know. I blinked at Magus in shock and swung my light sword toward the stake but as always it flickered as it reached the wood and sputtered out. Blooming back to life on the other side of the stake.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.