Unrivaled Spear Knight Wiki Novels & Stories

Ciaran and Zillah along with Jared and the Five Leaf Clover separated ways to help their comrades. "Well, hello. Prince Zephrain." He turned around and his emerald eyes widened. In front of him stood Kirsten Zūng, holding a familiar trident spear. She smiled sweetly which made him sick. "I know you recognized this weapon." Her singsong tone made him angrier. Zephrain gritted his teeth. Yes, that belonged to Kieran. He gripped his hold on the hilt of his dual swords. "Great Witch of Illinor," he growled. "I will kill you again."

Aldric crashed to the ground and didn’t get up. That was my chance! My hands moved before I thought. I snatched the dagger, ‘The Spear of Death’ from the floor. And as Valor turned toward me, I drove the blade into his back with every ounce of strength I had left. His scream tore through the clearing like thunder splitting the sky. He staggered forward, spine arching violently as the runes on the dagger burned into his flesh, spreading like wildfire under his skin. He scrambled desperately, his hands swinging widely like she was trying to pull it out.

~Amber~ ”Who?” My voice came out hard and confident. My anger was stirring up inside. ”You’re uncle. Carlos Knight. He was the one that turned your mate.” A shot of pain. The stab of a knife. My insides were burning and Stella was scratching the surface. Both of us on the hinge of insanity. ”He turned my mate? He hated them so much that he turned an innocent girl and forced war upon our kind for decades?” I was standing. My hands were balled up into fists and my voice came out in a threatening growl.

00) POWER LEVEL: Normal: 490,990; Under Effects of Son of Lightning: 1,995,990 WIELDER TYPE: Multi Wielder (Body Wielder; Energy Wielder; Spiritualist) SPECIALTY: Strength; Intelligence; Speed GLOWS: Takeover; Aftershock; Endless Wave; Basileus; Son of Lightning; Absolute Darkness; Brimstone; *Gungnir (the spear that never misses) BREATH: Self-time Acceleration; True Flames; The Dark Times Gungnir – the spear that never misses. That was the description the spirit scan gave, and Mane had absolute confidence that it wasn’t false. So he locked onto Dominic, the man whom he held by the neck, and activated Gungnir with lightning as its skin.

He was covered with the power of laws, and the aura of the furnace of forbidden spells was faintly discernible. His posture looked bizarre when he wielded the spear to attack with wide-open and straightforward moves. It was because he did not know the art of spears and simply used it as a stick. However, he was terrifying, coupled with Instant Teleportation. Bam! Bam! Alex consecutively killed two Peak Lords of the Sun Shrine with the large golden spear. His black hair fluttered, and his clothes flapped with a dazzling aura as if he were a killer god coming out of ancient times.

Without hesitation, I thrust toward one of its limbs, channeling every ounce of strength into the strike. A golden glow erupted along the surface of the spear as it pierced deep into the creature’s flesh. Black blood spilled from the wound. The creature roared furiously before retaliating with another savage swipe of its claws. Using the spear in my hand, I countered immediately. Executing a special spear technique, I spun the spear rapidly. The single spear divided into twelve shimmering copies. Then… Twenty-four. Thirty-six. The countless spears revolved around the creature, forming a unique array that imprisoned it within.

I gave him some time to answer but when he did not, I carried on “If I share what I have with you, do you at least promise to not see me as a clown who just wants to waste your time?” King Xanthanius then leans on the table, his back to the outside door while his torso was turned in my direction “very well” I took a deep breath and released it before I spoke. “I think that sword belonged to your father. An information you might already know” “Yes. It was made on request for him” he replied. He was admitting. This could lead somewhere. “I knew this because of a dream” “A dream?” Now there’s the awkward stare. “Yes, a dream. Ever since the night the castle and I were attacked, I started having

He didn’t pause. The third rider raised his blade. Kael ducked it, sliced through the man’s gut with a brutal reverse grip. The fourth fled. But the fifth, The fifth was faster. Vessa saw it. Saw the way Kael turned just a breath too slow. The glint of steel. The awful angle. The spear pierced his back. And emerged through his chest. Time staggered. Kael stared down at it. Then dropped to his knees. He collapsed across Vessa’s lap.

He carried no gun, only a long, wicked spear tipped with silver. My wolf recognized him before I did. This was no ordinary mercenary. He was a Council enforcer the kind they sent when they wanted a problem erased completely. The Duel He saw me and smiled. “The Moon Matron’s bastard,” he said, his voice calm in the chaos. “Your head will buy me a kingdom.” My growl rattled the rocks around us. “Come and try.” We circled, the air between us crackling. He struck first, the spear slicing through the air toward my ribs. I twisted, the silver point grazing my coat. The scent of it sharp and wrong filled my nose.

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.