Novel & Cerita Sword Of Justice

Justice spoke three times before the blade fell Once for the innocent blood you spill Once for the innocent choice you stole Once for the innocent trust you betray Break all three, and your soul will be bound for the pits of Dikaios's Hell Dikaios’s POV Standing on the rooftop, facing down about two dozen gunmen, I couldn’t help but smile. This feeling burning in my veins – the feeling I was born with, that gave me purpose in life… It had been so long since I felt it last!

What a waste of my time! Magnolia's face turned cold. Then, she let out a sharp laugh. "So that's what you really feel about all this?" The temperature around them seemed to drop. Quinton’s face went pale, and he fell silent in fear. But it was already too late. Magnolia had already pulled out a scalpel and slashed Quinton's waist in one swift motion. He stared at the wound, blood pouring out, disbelief written all over his face. Only then did the pain seem to register as his scream echoed through the hospital.

He understood immediately and raised his voice. “No one leaves. Let this serve as a reminder of what happens when you offend the Millers of Jinmist City.” The suited guards pulled out their whips crafted from oxtail bone fused with iron beads. With a unified swing, the entire wedding venue filled with the agonized screams of Daniel and Olivia. Even on the brink of collapse, Daniel was still cursing me. “Max, hiring all these people to put on a show must’ve cost you a fortune. Even if you sell your life, you won’t be able to pay it back!

When I end up oversleeping by one minute during my usual lunch-hour nap, my colleague, Michael Jones, reports me for my "major attendance infraction". Without any hesitation, our boss, Patrick Larkin, cancels my promotion that had been announced three months ago. He says, "Rules are necessary to maintain order. Every employee must abide by company policy." I don't argue or try to explain myself. However, from that day onward, I stop taking naps during my lunch hour. Instead, I use that time to study the employee handbook. Michael mocks me. "What's the point in pretending to be such a diligent employee now? No matter how many times you read the employee handbook, you won't be getting a ra

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?"

But since she was parched, she finished the wine in a single gulp. The man moved closer to the fire. Close enough for Jade to notice a long main of silver hair that was tied back in a half-ponytail. Jade was confused. The man didn’t look to be that old. At least, based on his voice alone, he sounded quite sprightly and young—perhaps just a few years older than she was. “I believe you, by the way,” the man said. “My name is Jin. I’m a trader.” “Jade… er… I’m a student.” Jade stuck out her hand to shake his, but quickly put it down when he showed no signs of wanting to acknowledge it.

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea

With a clatter, the sword broke into two pieces and fell to the ground. Seeing this, the law enforcement team leader immediately flew into a rage and said, "It is indeed a poor-quality sword! Disgusting! Our warriors have been going through fire and water, they have been hunting down demons and defending the peace of the human tribe. Now some profiteers have recklessly ignored the warriors' lives and made inferior weapons that are so vulnerable. They should be punished by hacking." What he said was upright and resolute! But Wang Xiaoqi changed his face. He recognized Zhou Zhihao's implication. What Zhou Zhihao meant faintly that he seemed to agree with Su Liang, a bully and scoundrel.

When she saw the sharp sword, May’s heart beat faster. It was the Blade of Justice. The very same which represented Sol’s law. The sword had the power to put anyone on trial. Only one person had the power to wield this sword. It was James. Even though James had resigned, the sword was still his. “Wh-what is this?” Thea looked at the sword in May’s hand, unable to stop herself from asking. “N-nothing.” May shook her head, quickly replacing the sword in its case and wrapping it up with the black cloth.

He closed his eyes for a moment to reclaim all of the air he had lost, then returned the sword to Alicia. "The sword was one of my prized possessions, so take proper care of it. It belonged to one of my closest friends. I never expected him to hand it over to someone like you." "Don't act sad or something! You are well aware that you are the one who caused my father's demise, and you will be held accountable..." Slejj sprang to his feet and charged straight at Alicia. With his monstrous muscles, he made a huge fist and ignored the sword pointing at his chest. He moved in as if begging to be impaled by it.