Swords Of Darkness Overlord の小説・ストーリー

“Choose.” My gaze drifted between the swords, but my heart already knew the one I wanted. The gold-and-azure blade. “I’ll take this one,” I said, stepping forward to grab it. Its light flared brighter as I touched it. Veylor’s eyes narrowed. He appeared like he didn't expect me to choose that. Even Lucan seemed surprised. “That’s Darkill,” the High Chancellor indicated. “A legendary sword once wielded by the first ruler of the sea. It was forged to bring light to the ocean’s deepest darkness. Its energy is vast and far too much for your current self to draw.”

“It’ll be better to take action as soon as possible!” “As you wish!” The Lv 6 of the Robotias and the Soul Devourer acted at the same time. Elora gritted her teeth and used Overlord Inferno to cover her entire body again. After picking up the sword that had followed her for endless years in her hand, she stroked it lightly and murmured to herself, “Old friend, I’m gonna need your help.” The three-foot green sword trembled for a while as if it understood what its master meant.

Swoosh! The Immemorial Dragon Sword appeared in Lucas' hand. Lucas leaped in the air, lifted the Immemorial Dragon Sword, and slashed with it aggressively. "Ultimate Shadow Sword!" The Rank SSS God Ranked Skill was unleashed and in just a split second, the location of the Dark Races had a shocking explosion. It was just a result of only one slash from the sword! At that moment, only the leader of the Dark Palace of the northern area, Hoe, was left alone.

A swordsman suddenly appeared and fought fiercely with the despot. the king then turned into a giant dragon demon, with a very terrible and terrible power. The dragon demon fought by destroying everything nearby into rubble. The battle between the swordsman and the giant demon lasted for three days and three nights with the sky continuing to be black, at the end of their battle. With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura.

she said, tightening her grip on the sword, her breath ragged. Drakoen smile. He proceeded to release dark shadows from his hand, summoning a weapon forged in the abyss. A black medium sword. Black smoke was emitting from it and the unbearable stench of rotting flesh and blood. Mercedes didn't let that bother her. She had to stay focused on her enemy, not let him get the chance to strike her. Mercedes narrowed her eyes at Drakoen, clasping her sword with both hands.

--- The Shadow Revealed As the darkness reached the sanctuary, it solidified into humanoid shapes—soldiers of shadow, wielding energy as black as night itself. Their movements were eerily synchronized, almost as if they were one being, connected by a single will. Then, from the center of the swarm, a figure emerged. Taller than any human, cloaked in living shadow, eyes burning with red light that cut through the night. The aura radiated ancient power, far beyond the Overlord, far beyond Ryker.

The young noble staggered back, tasting the blood in his mouth. Rei jumped in again and threw a barrage of slashes and thrusts with his dual daggers. Minos could barely see the young foreigner move, yet the big drow doesn't seem to be all bothered by him. Minos glanced back at Otheric, who is valiantly holding up his axe despite his obvious lack of chance. Both of them are trying to find a moment to step and swing their own attacks.

he hissed at her. “But my Grandfather?” she whined. “Take this,” he said pulling Light Stick's necklace from his neck. He'll protect you as long as you wear this. Do not come here for aid. Go East as he says, you will find peace.” he said waving his hand across the sky. “When the sky bleeds red, you must battle Little Dove.” he pushed her away from the fire.

Pain radiated from her injury, forcing her to stagger. "Ha! Hurt now, aren't you?" the overlord jeered while striding toward her. Despite her weakened state, Myra's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Your blade... It's counterfeit!" With a flick of her wrist, Myra's longsword flew from her grasp, slicing through the air in a perfect arc before embedding itself between the overlord's eyebrows. The martial arts overlord froze, his body stiffening. "H-How… is this possible?" Clutching his bleeding neck, he crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Wisps of blood mist lingered in the air.

***Rolf's POV*** The small city outside Lyngvi has all the amenities you would expect, but with a focus on getting soldiers to part with their monthly paychecks from the Regency. Everything, restaurants, clubs, tattoo parlors, car dealerships, and even some of the seedy strip joints that started popping up more and more since the mate bonds of the past started to fail to happen. From what I read, it started before The Darkness emerged from the warlock tribes of Somsak.