Novel & Cerita Sword Of Justice

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

He wailed, struggling to get free and go give her solace. Sophia had to bite West's lower lip before he freed her and winced. "How dare you!" He howled and struck her on her left cheek. Sophia's ear blew like a trumpet in her head as she watched with blurry eyes and dizzy brain as West faced Justin again and punched him on the stomach. Justin spat blood on West's face and worsened the situation. He furiously snatched a small knife from one of the soldiers and stabbed him twice on each of his laps. Justin's scream could awaken the death, it shook the building they were in.

“I…Mies Sai, President of the Independent State of Aeternum..The High Judge of this trial, shall administer the sentence that has been verdict…By my own hand and the sword of punishment befell upon you, my you repent on your crime and let this be the lesson for the criminals…that Justice and punishment does existed…” The crowd stopped cheering for a moment as they saw me standing up and walks away from my desk. With each step, I come closer to the edge of the stage, by the time I stopped on the edge, over looking the 10 bandits that were tied on the stage. Alfred come to my right side, carrying my Sword, it’s golden handled and hilt shine bright under the sun, the stainless steel sheath took

A snarl escaped his mouth as he stared at the woman who was responsible for the death of his first child, the same person which caused Victory to run away from him in the first place. "I want justice." Kate announced with a determined look on her face. Her posture was stiff and mechanical, her eyes brimming with intent as she narrowed her eyes at him. "Justice?" Arthur scoffed as a humourless chuckle escaped his lips. "What justice are you talking about? You purposely pushed Victory and caused her to miscarry. Then you planted spies in my company so that you could win contracts against A. K. Media. I should be the one seeking justice." Arthur exclaimed coldly.

This was mine, I needed to give those who had been hurt the justice that they deserved. My hand gripped the hilt of the Sword of War, a blade forged for a chosen warrior like me, imbued with the power to destroy the one who had taken so much from me. I could feel its weight, not just in my hand but in my soul. The sword was a link to the Moon Goddess, to the very power that had brought me back here to do what had to be done. The prophecy had always been clear: only I could end this. And now, standing in the heart of the palace that had once been my home, I had come to fulfill that purpose.

I could feel it flowing into me as a cool soothing feeling battled with the anger and burning rage. It was as if two halves of me were battling to take hold of me, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. When we spotted the warriors fighting with what I recognised as Trent’s wolf and two others I connected to my warriors. They stood down straight away, even as I can hear Dylan shouting through the link to all available warriors to look for me, they stood down at my word.

Honed her vision. The weapons had been set aside. She noticed that when she entered the cave. She caught the gleam of a giant battle axe, scrolled with ancient runes down the handle and twisted designs on the blade. She lunged for it, her adrenaline and need to fight overpowering the drugs that slowed her. The axe was heavy. It took all her strength to heft it, and when she turned, she stumbled. She flew blindly forward, yelling out as she did. “Alexander Phaethon!” He turned at the last second and dodged, the raised blade that he’d intended to sink into his alpha glistening above his head, ready for her instead.

Wilbur commented with a sigh. Michael snorted coldly, saying, "You have a good eye. This is the Sword of Judgment, a divine weapon imbued with the great divine power of the Lord of the Holy Illuminati. No one can survive under the judgment of this sword." "Oh, is that so? Then why haven't you made a move yet?" Wilbur smiled. Michael's gaze darkened, and he declared, "You're way too arrogant! Accept the judgment of my lord." As he spoke, Michael raised the Sword of Judgment high. The golden radiance on the sword burst forth, accompanied by a resounding hymn in the sky. A tremendous force began to surge in the sky, and above the firmament, a colossal palace made of golden light emerged.

Zhou Fu ridiculed Zhu Qiu after several times his Yokomoya sword cut several sections of Zhu Qiu's hair and made him fall to the ground. Even though only his hair was cut off, Zhu Qiu was forced to retreat a safe distance because Zhou Fu's Yokomoya sword in fact had destructive power that extended on all sides. It made a thin scratch appear on Zhu Qiu's neck. Even though he didn't bleed, Zhu Qiu felt his pride being trampled upon after discovering that his body had been scratched by a sixteen year old boy.

Madam Amelia asked. “My plan was to render her powers useless.” I diplomatically said. Though, as I did, I felt the copper dagger I had bought with me. The one I was going to stab into her heart. The real answer, yes, I was going to kill her daughter. Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me.