The Sword Of God นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Goldie continues to advance further. “Hey, hey, hey!” Leonardo calls out to him, running to the doorway as well. He quickly jogs up the stairs of the basement, keeping a close eye on the young man ahead of him. As Goldie reached the top, he sees a group of armed men pointing their guns at him. Bullets started to rain, the sound of the firing squad was all he could hear. To defend himself, he holds his hands up. He has seen this before, and he does not intend to get shot or hurt again today. At this moment, his vision became clearer than before. The trajectory of each bullet becomes easier to spot. They all slowly come to a halt, remaining suspended in the air. The metal projectiles shake sli

Pressing. The words settled into my bones, heavy as fate. My breath caught, shallow and uneven, as memory flooded in. I had seen sketches of this blade in old texts. Read fragments of its history in pages stained with fear and blood. The Moon Goddess’s sword. A weapon so powerful it erased borders, silenced cities, and left nothing behind not humans, not werewolves. Just ash and echoes. Malaki stepped forward. When he reached for the sword, he did it slowly, as though even touching it demanded respect. Stone scraped softly as he lifted it from the altar, the sound unnervingly loud in the quiet room. He turned and held it out to me.

He swung his sword in one fluid motion. Steel collided with steel, and a sharp metallic screech echoed as sparks flew. A lifeless body tumbled over the edge, plunging into the abyss below. It had been a martial god in black robes. He was rather skilled yet unable to withstand the ferocity of Chase's sword. "This sword… Its edge is extraordinary," Chase murmured while narrowing his eyes. The blade radiated a concentrated martial deity aura, interwoven with pure, crackling lightning energy. It was clearly a high-grade spiritual weapon.

He pressed on the left hilt of the dagger, where a diamond piece reshaped the dagger into a long shinny sword. The sword didn't just shine, it glowed, one cut from the sword could be enough to kill a low tier demon, even a little slice. He could hear and feel their fear and repulsion towards him. “Filthy Wolf, he dares to hold the goddesses sword against us when he is also one of us.” The deep, sultry voice spoke from the shadows, this didn't bother Darkness however, all he wanted was his human, and he would leave. The time for war hadn't arrived yet.

Androkles broke the silence, his voice low, a raw, desperate edge to it that I had never heard before. "There's a weapon," he said, his gaze fixed on the map, his finger tracing the lines of the city's forgotten districts. "A sword. Forged in the heart of a fallen star, bathed in the blood of a slain god, and enchanted with divine gold. It's the only thing that can kill them. Permanently."

The Tenth Divine Prince was slashing violently and continuously with the sword. The golden sword was one of the Secondary Divine Artifacts in the God's Palace. Its name was Sky Attack and its only power was its sharpness. It was cast by the divine craftsmen of the previous generation in the God's Palace. It was said to be able to cut through everything. It was simply indestructible. With the sword in hand, the momentum of the Tenth Divine Prince increased greatly. "Screech!" The fiery Bi Fang retreated quickly. With a flap of its wings, a sea of flame swords covered the sky and engulfed the Tenth Divine Prince.

Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa. "Where is your sword?" Ludriev asked. "Ah, I leave it in my house. I don't need to carry it around in our own home, do I?" "Yes, you do. What if there's an attack? You are too reckless." "Didn't I have the strongest sword master with me right now? Who would have the gut or is foolish enough to attack?" Ludriev used the hilt of her sword to jab him. "Stop that." "Yeah, ok." Rion grimaced in pain and rubbed his side. "But the name Goddess of War really suits you. Honest!"

Cadell Marcus's face turned cold. He grabbed the command token from his waist and touched it. In the middle of the magic move, a long sword appeared with golden light, and there were nine holes in the long sword above. There are seven small swords hanging from the hole. When it sways slightly, it makes a clear and pleasant sound. This sword is the supreme divine weapon of God Wind, God Wind Destroy Evil Sword. The sword comes out of its sheath, wind cloud moves, the momentum comes out, thunder storm is angry.

Or is it? "It’s a legendary sword. Made from the strongest material ever known, as they said that it was even crafted by God himself. The weapon that only the righteous one can wield. That true being that is blessed by the heavens and once more God himself. Powerful and mightily, that’s what they say.”

“I won’t let you erase us.” The god scowled. "You still don't get it. You have no place here. The fire shot upward. A massive wall of flame formed behind my child—like wings. Glowing. Alive. Nevertheless, the god remained unflinching. “Then I’ll erase you myself.” It all happened too quickly. The deity raised his hand. Long, dazzling, and buzzing like the stars themselves, a sword of light emerged in the air. I couldn't explain the strength that pulsed through it. The mere sight of it made my knees go weak.