Sword Of God 소설 & 이야기

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

COME FORTH HOLY SWORD COVENANT! *A white-blue striped colored swords comes out at Elaine's hands* Haha, haha! So that's why you called the sword saint, then let me show you mine as will, COME FORTH SWORD AT THE THRONE OF THE GOD OF ZERONITY I CALL UPON YOU THE GOD OF ZERONITY TO COME TO ME AND LET ME USE YOU HEAVENLY GOD SWORD EXDILDURAL! *Then a white-golden cloud appeared out of nowhere there the sword exdildural come out at the clouds and going towards taso's direction then taso grabs the sword and taso said*

He looked at me, I don't know why I found his eyes very hypnotic. I followed him and stood beside him; he looked at me and answered, “ A day before you came she suddenly disappeared. I think it is Destiny’s will. Wherever she goes I pray that she's fine, that the gods protect her as I protect her." He placed his face on his palm, not long enough he stood up. He was in a daze. "Does a katana or a sword showed to you?” he asked me while still in a daze. I grab the sword hidden, behind in my blouse and showed it to him. He seems surprised and scared. I asked, “ Why do you looked scared?

With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura. The sword was locked up and hidden in a mountain in the middle of the desert of death. The desert was so hot that no one could live in it. However, the swordsman and his descendants live and continue to grow under the foot of the mountain. To guard and protect that dangerous sword from the hands of people who are greedy for power. after that great event, the world became more peaceful and serene. The story of the battle of the king who turned into a dragon demon against a swordsman, was immortalized by people into a legend and a story that continues to

Swish! Purple light flashed, and a weapon of the Ancestral God Rank—the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword—appeared in his hand. He looked at the enthusiastic Nico beside him and said, “Nico, I’ll leave Jadranka to you. Leave the rest of the powerful figures of the Sanctuary to me.”

whispered Godric and blamed the life with Louis for harboring such absurd thoughts. "Cain!", It came from a stern voice and the named demon warrior grinned and let a ball of fire appear in his left hand. This first encompassed the whole hand, then concentrated on the palm of the hand and slowly the outline of a large sword formed. When the outline was half the size of the warrior, the flames subsided, leaving a sword with a gold holder and a pitch-black blade in which red symbols were set. Godric was about to pull out his banners, but the warrior's exclamation froze him.

Countless sword blades formed a whirlwind of spirit energy that quietly broke through the shackles of the void with endless killing power. This swordskill was activated by the God of War's phantom. But it not only had the strong physical cutting power. It also had the ability to cut through souls!

When the sword was cut out, both gods and ghosts were shocked. "This sword of mine is called 'cry of Ghosts and Gods', which is a first-class peerless sword in the world. It is said that it is made of meteorites from outer space. When it is wielded, all the ghosts and gods will cry. Now do you know why you can't defeat it? If you have the ability, let the ghosts and gods cry!" The Japanese Sword Sage said arrogantly.

Its three heads and six arms trembled, and in a flash, it transformed into three separate daemonic gods. Each of the three daemonic gods wielded a different weapon: a long sword, a steel whip, and a large saber. They launched a combined attack, crashing down on the battlefield like a storm. Kayne commanded, "Fall back, everyone! Leave this to me! Sword Rain!" The sword case on his back suddenly opened, and countless sword rays shot out from it. Under Kayne’s control, the myriad sword rays formed into a rain of swords, splitting into three streams that targeted the three daemonic gods.

The guard's eyes bulged and he weakly reached round to claw at the prong before the gates of life slowly closed and his body was dragged towards the shadows, a feast for those craving human flesh. The warrior kept hold of the shaft, smirking at the damp sound that followed as the weapon withdrew, sliding over offal. The urge to attack further was almost overwhelming, but unlike his general, he could not disobey the commands of a God. Nor could he take one on alone, it seemed even after his death, he had not learned his limitations. The sword was swelling, the stone cracking to reveal solid steel and a blade lethal enough to slice cleaning through the hardest of material and easily through th