Romans & histoires The 7 Swordsmen Of The Mist

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

Her throat tightened as she swallowed hard, the taste of fear lingering on her tongue. Slowly, she turned around, her heart pounding in her chest. And there he was, the Alpha, towering over her with an intensity that weakened her knees. She never expected to face him, and the realization sent shivers down her spine. "NO!" she exclaimed, her voice ringing out with a fierce determination. The Alpha tried to defend himself, but it was too late. Hermione had already taken action against him. With a swift and brutal motion, she plunged the knife into his neck, the blade sinking deep into his flesh. The Alpha and Luna's wolf let out a final, mournful howl before falling lifeless.

I licked the sides of my lips as I gazed at the man—a dead man lying in front of me with his eyes wide open. It's as if I was brought back to reality and realized what I had just done. My eyes widened, I turned to my companions, only to see my enemies dead; they were all beheaded, and their blood was flooding the way. I gasped. The surroundings gradually darkened because the moon has changed color, but any darkness is irrelevant to my eyes that can see right through it.

As long as he dealt with Cloudwalker, he could kill the others however he pleased. Mystic Vale's eyes sharpened as he activated the magical weapon again. This time, the black mist was even thicker, condensing into dozens of pitch-black energy blades that shot at Cloudwalker from all directions like venomous snakes. Wherever the blades passed, the air seemed to tear, emitting a piercing screech.

He turned his sword at the demon, and half of its body flew out, and so much of its intestines fell onto the ground. Julius's fellow knights knew the bravery of his swordsmanship and how much strength he carried with him. A few other demons started charging after him and his comrades; some of them faced the young swordsman by himself as the others went for the knights. Because the swords were dipped with salt and mostly crafted by silver, the knights could kill all the demons that stood in their way. The knights had no scars or cuts on their bodies after defeating the small group of demons. Julius swings his sword with so much anger and fury against all of his opponents because he despised t