Zanbato Sword Novels & Stories

He was not conceited, but it was the truth. "You can try." Dennis grinned and a long sword appeared in his hand. It was Purim that had been in Niall’s hands , Purim, Shadow, and Tyrfing, the three swords all fell in the hands of Babylon. Jason stretched out his palm and Excalibur appeared in it. They looked at each other as if there was lightning flashing. The next moment, two figures collided with each other like lightning. With a burst of sword Qi, a nebula condensed by sword Qi appeared on the top of Babylon

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

Due to their work, they rarely saw each other and since Vailan is occupied with the east monsters, he is ordering Duke Schit to kill them before they maximize in number. The sword that Vailan gave to her, from the Seven Mountains, has been serving her for over a week already. Vailan called for mages to quickly dissipate Mr. Sword’s toxins and poisons in his body and now he’s standing beside Dallan. His white sword hung around his waist with his arms crossed. Although he doesn’t have a kind manner, at least his skills are far better than any knight. Of course, Dev and he might be on par in terms of strength and skills.

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

The werewolf calmly removed the bundle from his back, put it on the table and began to unfold it. “I need a scabbard for this sword,” he explained. Zoran stared in amazement at the elegant weapon, the sword was a Wistolian, a witchcraft sword meant for a mage warrior. Almost no one owned such swords, they were presented only to the elite, those whom the supreme sorceress considered worthy ... Once he had been to Vistolz, and even there only a few walked with such weapons. And they were all great masters. Kerton-deso - as they were called, magician warriors, who at the same time masterfully master both the art of combat and witchcraft.

She waved her right hand, sending the hair strands hurtling towards me. I vaulted backward, just as the rope vanished from my grasp. Swiftly, I drew both my hands to wield my pair of weapons – a road sabre slashing sword and a cutlass sword with a straight or slightly curved blade, sharpened to its keen edge. Memories of my childhood friend Apolo, a skilled swordsmith, flooded my mind. He had always favored this type of sword.

He clasped the hilt tightly and declared in 'lease', "Daemonium Venator: Gladius Obumbratio." His sword began to hum loudly, the originally 2 metres long sword grew longer, becoming almost twice its previous length. It also grew larger, as the thin sword now looked like a large cleaver. Its blade was engulfed entirely in fire, its screams like the cry of a rising phoenix. James' aura went through a drastic change just like his sword. He grew larger, making Morgana who was held in his left arm look more like a doll figurine than an actual human being.

A squeaking noise erupted as the Baboon's fist was clamped on Azozan and Nawa. Sword Formation in the air! She and Azozan instantly created a flying sword formation after Nawa cried urgently, " They each swung their long swords at the approaching Baboon, who was advancing with a lethal fist strike. KRAK! While Nanar's short sword split in half, Nawa turned to face him. Azozan's blade was unlucky as it appeared to slice Babon's shoulder with a sharp fan-like spin before breaking and clattering to the mossy floor.

"But if given an opportunity, I also want to learn how to fight with swords, preferably lightweight ones." Sir Dallas clapped his hand once loudly and pointed at the High Lord. "He owns lightweight swords, usually used by winged Feralis." He brought his hand down the table. "I'm quite sure the weapons of Luminozenko and Earth are the same or have similarities in some ways, but the type of sword he usually uses is called Zerfara." I looked at the High Lord. "Zerfara, sir?" "Yes." Lord Lavendori nodded and he tapped on his bracelet, making it glow before a sword started materializing in his hand that he raised.