The Sword Of Damocles の小説・ストーリー

Although there were some cracks on the body of the sword, it did not reduce its formidable air. The other sword was the color of steel with four small swords lingering around the blade. The hilt was surrounded by sharp claws that were splayed open. This sword, however, looked somewhat old and battered. With several chinks on the body, it looked like it would shatter into pieces at any time. The two swords were suspended high in mid-air and formed two special force fields as they confronted each other. Sterling’s eyes were solemn as he murmured, “The Sword of Damocles, the Sword of Kingship.”

Bora took a cautious step forward. He moved slowly and with purpose, his movements calculated. He held a slender sword out in front of himself. It's single edge glinted menacingly with the faint light of the fire behind him. Across from him stood a foe who was equally, if not more so, confident in their own sword skills. His opponent held his blade hilt with both hands. Bora saw a flash of amusement in their eyes from behind their helmet. They circled one another like two feral alley cats. Each waiting for the other to lapse in their attention. Seconds stretched out in to what seemed like an eternity, till finally a faint scream from the depths of the burning city called out.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

Damien spoke out, his words tinged with contempt. Only to be met by an Agnus who was already fast asleep. I pulled out my sword, I've just become obsessed with swords. I was using it on practically every occasion I could think of. The folks surrounding me shook with disbelief, wondering where the sword came from because they had never seen a sword on the kid's body before. I jumped at one of them without warning and without using any skills. Dang!

An uncontrollable fear was coming from the endless darkness, about to eat everyone up. Swoosh! Ding Hao raised his hand and released a streak of Sword Intent. Like a meteor, the Sword Light shot into the endless darkness and finally disappeared into the distance. Even Ding Hao himself could not sense it. The only thing he was sure of was that the Sword Light did not touch anything. Everyone tried for a while, activating all kinds of magic treasures and instruments and throwing them into the darkness. In the end, they were all out of control and disappeared into the distance, lost in the void.

The witch released her hold on the sword, as her lifeless body fell on the floor. "No No No" Esther voice once again echoed in my head. The sword slowly fell to the ground. "Everyone get out of there NOW!" Esther yelled fearful. At her scream, the sword sounded loudly on the ground, it's blade echoing throughout the mountains. But it didn't last even for a second, as a red blinding light appeared from the crashing gem stone that was embedded in the sword. "What is that?" Came Cole voice from my side. "Doom!" Weakly, Esther voiced. The gentle sir that had lingered for so long, morphed into an enraged windy storm.

Its aura was so suppressive that even Village Head Fan felt his breathing grow heavy under its nonexistent gaze. “The Demon Sword Durandal: that which bestowed its name to my son. The demon sword that reaps countless of lives. Its gaze is as oppressive as always. And it rejects me once again.” Village Head Fan had a bitter expression on his face as he struggled to keep his eyes on the sword.

Damon stands a few steps behind the sword. He’s leaning on what’s left of a broken pillar, breathing hard. One arm hangs wrong, not broken, but close. Blood runs down his temple and into his eye, and he doesn’t even wipe it away. He just watches me. I swallow and crouch slowly, picking up the sword. The hilt is cold. The blade feels heavier than it should, like it’s resisting me. Or warning me.

The man said as his fighting spirit rose. “Let's fight far from here.” Ding Bang said as he looked at everyone's scared face. “Why? Are you afraid that these weak maggots got implicated?” The man smirked. He raised his right hand up in the air, a majestic black sword with dragon engraved on it appeared. Mysterious words were written on its blade up to its hilt. Its sharp edge shines in cold luster with faint diamond aura surrounding it. An indication that his sword was a Triple S rank item.

Finally, a sword light appeared with a clanging sound. The sound which resounded in Zephyr’s ears made him suddenly feel dizzy. After that, the only thing left was this all-powerful sword light. The sword light was as narrow as a candle’s flame and looked as if it could be blown out with a puff. This in which belied the true majestic power it possessed — the fact that the sword light could be a sword itself! Zephyr’s expression gradually changed. All around him was darkness and the sword light was the only thing he could see. The sword light began to expand before his very eyes.