Sword God In A World Of Magic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she stated plainly. "Sword World?!" Odin immediately caught onto the term. "Are you saying you've already mastered the Sword World, something only martial sovereigns of martial arts can grasp?" Odin asked in astonishment. Olivia nodded slightly without hiding the truth. Seeing this, Odin knew he had no chance of turning the tables. Even though his cultivation was a small realm higher than Olivia's, this advantage was nullified in the face of her Sword World. "I concede, Olivia. From today onward, you're the senior of the Esoteric Sword Sect," Odin admitted his defeat graciously.

As the light flowed from my hand to the sword, the metal shimmered, illuminating the darkening campsite with a faint, ethereal glow. The moment the magic touched the steel, the sword thrummed in response, resonating with newfound power. I could feel the connection—my intent merging with the weapon, enhancing its edge, readying it for whatever lay ahead. I lifted the sword, the light casting flickering shadows around me. The creature hissed and tried to retreat but I wouldn't let it. Seraphina, Aric and Kaelan stopped the creature from fleeing as they landed blows after blows. The creature no longer tried to block the blows, only escape was important to it.

More lights shot towards the doorway as another one of his spheres reached it, and he grinned. "That should keep them busy a moment," he said, letting go of her arm, "Wait here, just a tick." Lukas held her arm firmly, pulling her into a crouch, behind some crates, as they heard muffled cries and thuds, before silence. Alex appeared beside them again, carrying a large, odd looking projectile weapon.

Finally reaching a dark room, he spoke to the servant standing behind him: "You say no one can draw this sword?" His last servant replied: "Yes, Your Highness, even Duke Adalwen has come to try." Chris stared at the silver sword that was covered in dust and stuck in the ground, for some reason, there was an indescribable burning sensation inside him. Without hesitation, he approached, his large hand covering the hilt of his sword. The moment his palm made contact with the sword, a strange voice spoke in Chris' head: "Pull it out and you'll carry the world on your shoulders, Heidi."

He whispered as he grabbed both of my hands. My gut felt like I was being stabbed the moment I pushed the sword handles into his hands. "Good girl." He cooed as he backed up. He looked around at all the Gods that were still kneeling and back at me with a raised eyebrow. My face went as red as a tomato as I realized how reckless I was. "They ummm they." I stuttered as I looked at all the Gods that were now lost. "I'm sorry. They are like this forever unless one of us gives them the ultimate power. I mean they still have their magic but they umm are basically zombies and whoever holds that sword controls them." I rambled my words.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

A golden light started to burn around me, creating a circle and then filling it out with runes and symbols—another magic ring. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I screamed. "I'm sorry! Matilda. Fiona. Please! I'm sorry." My words fell on deaf ears as the circle finished, and I was engulfed by a pillar of light. It burned like the sun melting away at my flesh. Evaporating my eyes, bubbling into gas. The earth cracked, and the sky boomed. The four watched as a divine sword appeared above me high in the sky. It was large and as long as the Seattle tower. It slammed downward into me, ramming into the earth.

When Havoc nearly lost his consciousness from lack of oxygen, luckily he finally came to a stop. Alexis watched as Havoc flew backwards. 'The magic that man possesses is outrageous!' Alexis thought trembling at the mere thought of it. 'My sword's absorbs magic from an enemy attack it consumes the raw magic force of it and on command lets all of it out at once. For him to get blown so far, by the gods!' So in shorts, the stronger the opponent the stronger the effect. If some weak magic user got absorbed it would almost be like the sword let out a fart. Although if the man was using magic equivalent to a nuclear bomb it would allow Alexis to turn it back on them. 'Yes yes yes! this is what I h

“You’ll say just anything to defend yourself, won’t you?!” “It must hurt because I’m right, Thiton. This is the spirit world. If you die here, then you get to reincarnate like me. You remember when you told me this? Now, irs your turn,” she grinned, throwing her sword. She met his saber with her hands, letting them cut through halfway. She wrapped her legs around his waist and secured that position with a barrier. “Do you know the one weapon that can weaken a god?” She smirked as he struggled to get out of that position. Her barriers prevented his shadows from reaching them.

He said "I am afraid I don't share your idea of peace, how would the world be at peace, its dark magic people will always want to do more evil things," I said I kept on stalling for time. My whole body wanted to move forward to carry out the new plan I had in mind, but I had to force myself to wait. I had to rethink if I wanted to use the sword on him. Yes, he was a wolf, so silver would affect him, but he's a freaking powerful sorcerer. He could heal himself with his eyes closed, thereby making me more prone to his darkness.