The Blade Of The Immortal นิยาย & เรื่องราว

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

“You wouldn’t.” The First Immortal smiled faintly. “Oh, I would.” Seraphine watched as the threads slowly gathered together. Forming a single glowing object. A weapon. A blade made entirely of cosmic energy. The light from it was blinding. The silver guardian gasped. “The Blade of Origin…” Rowan blinked. “That sounds expensive.” The First Immortal lifted the weapon carefully. “For millions of years this blade has remained within the throne.” He turned toward Seraphine. “It is the only weapon ever created that can cut the threads of fate.”

As long as he survived the upcoming thunder tribulation, the Oculus Blade would be ranked top among all immortal weapons! Severin was incredibly excited by that thought. He took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and stared intensely at the figure of the sword embryo floating in front of him. The original crimson Oculus Blade that carried the divine flames and bore the rules of fire had taken on a copper hue, with six golden filament-like lines swirling around it like dragons. It emitted a piercingly cold and terrifying sword intent.

Suddenly, the chain on the Immortal’s body attacked the elevated possessed body, which he avoided as he spaced away from where the Immortal was. "I hate their weapons, everyone of them has ego!" He raged meaning the weapons of the supreme has a mind of their own as he fought off the chain trying to bind him. Then something swooshed passed him with an unfathomed speed, his eight arms along the small war drum fell into the still sea without warning. The possessed body was bamboozled, sharply scanning the horizon then from above, saw a large blade swooping down at him, he slightly eluded almost piercing through his centered face as the large blade plunged into the sea.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

The truth is that I carried the swords and spears with me all along, and they were all under an illusion spell that made them invisible I grinned as I swung an invisible blade and cut his neck in one fell swoop while he stared at me with a somewhat panicked expression His head rolled on the floor and blood gushed out, for the sake of not getting stained by that filth’s blood I was covering myself inside a force filed that would repel anything that touches it sideways

"I won't let go." Rhydian smiled through the blood on his lips. "You never have to." The Twin Blades merged into one brilliant white sword. Its light pierced the heavens. The King of the Void looked at the weapon. For the first time... It took a single step backward. "You forged..." Its voice carried something unfamiliar. "...the Blade of Beginning." The Creator smiled. "No. They did." The white blade released a pulse of light that spread across the collapsing world. Dead trees bloomed. Broken stone became green with life. The frightened Gatekeepers felt hope returning to their hearts. Even the widening crack in the sky stopped growing.

I don’t know when my eyes started to grow blurry, but I soldiered on. The blade glows because I made it – and willed it – to be so. You are the last of a noble line of warriors. We fight evil at every turn, and at every moment. That line. He had hammered that line into me, sometimes literally. Do not worry about the blade’s form or how to change it; that is a point you will eventually get to. Wear the pendant at all times, so the blade will be available when you need it. There was a paragraph he took care to make brief but heavy with instruction. He had no patience for melodrama, so he wrote like a man making a will.

“I wear the story that it inhabits and it must follow all that I say. It is my weapon, a fearsome blade that can slice through anything in this realm or any other.” Jimmy could see the Anunnaki desperately wanted to resist, but his words went to work on it. It began to flicker and lose its current form, reshaping itself into a blurry, obsidian broadsword in Jimmy’s hands. The hilt of the sword crackled against Jimmy’s palms, shot through with a deadly electrical charge. Mr Isimud applauded with slow deliberation, smiling sardonically. “Excellently played,” he said. “The white knight is armed, but can he deliver the coup de grâce?”