All Chapters of Swordbound Chronicles: Chapter 1531
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The Underworld Surge.
BOOM! An explosion that shook the very foundations of reality itself!The morning sun, which usually illuminated the world with warm and bright rays, was suddenly dimmed by a powerful explosion of ice that froze the air with intensity that could stop hearts. The explosion was so strong that it could be felt in every inch of the savanna, shaking the world with a deafening roar that echoed like thunder from angry gods.The savanna, which is usually barren, arid, and dusty, instantly became wet from the melting cold ice vapor that descended like tears from heaven. The vapor seeped into every crack in the dry soil and moistened every blade of dry grass there with touch that transformed death into life.The cold spread throughout the savanna like a huge wave crashing against the shore, carrying power that could freeze blood in mortal veins. All of the extraordinary magic of Guo Jiang's White Snow Sword vanished in an instant under the powerful combined attack of Attack Magic, Great Jorah a
The Elf Erhu Awakens.
He had forgotten about the existence of that musical artifact for far too long, distracted by conventional weapons. Guo Jiang's hand caressed his spatial ring with hope that trembled like butterfly wings."How foolish of me! How could I have forgotten the magical weapon left behind by the ancient Elf wizard?" Guo Jiang pulled out the musical instrument and stroked the ring that held it together, his hands now holding the beloved object he had almost forgotten.The soft skin of the ancient wood used to make the erhu gently touched Guo Jiang's palms with warmth that spoke of living power. Meanwhile, the bow of the erhu, whose strings were made from dragon intestines that hummed with contained energy, vibrated in Guo Jiang's hands.He felt as if an invisible force was enveloping him, filling his heart with confidence that could move mountains. "I will defeat that demon wizard with this Erhu Elf!" Guo Jiang thought firmly, determination hardening like steel forged in divine fires.A gust
Threaded Illusions.
The mocking voice of the Udristan soldier was deliberately spoken loudly with intent to wound. Clearly, those words made the Vellenor soldiers furious with rage that could melt steel."Shut your mouths!" "Do you still want to fight us?" The challenges rang across the field.The sound of swords clashing broke out again on the field as tempers flared. Swords and spears that had been stored in their places were now drawn again with deadly intent.Chaos was about to erupt like volcano on verge of explosion. "Everyone, calm down!" Enchanter Vellenor raised his hand with gesture that commanded instant obedience.He asked Vellenor's soldiers to remain calm despite provocations that burned like acid. "Let me fight on your behalf!" Hearing the Enchanter's words, the chaotic situation on Vellenor's side instantly calmed down.All parties tried to restrain themselves with discipline born of trust. Let the focus of the decisive battle be determined by the two battling Royal Enchanters whose power
Covetous Gaze, The Erhu Revealed.
The Erhu musical instrument in Enchanter Vellenor's hands, which had initially not caught his attention, suddenly transformed into a high-quality artifact weapon radiating an ancient, otherworldly aura.Great Jorah immediately wanted to possess the Erhu, his eyes gleaming with an unholy hunger that betrayed his inner greed. As a wizard who collected various magical tools and combat equipment from across the known lands, the Erhu was highly valuable in Great Jorah's eyes, more precious than any treasure he had claimed in decades of conquest.He shamelessly spread his lust, which was clearly visible in his bloodshot eyes that tracked every movement of the instrument like a starving wolf eyeing fresh meat. His mouth couldn't hold back the questions that were stuck in his heart, each word dripping with barely concealed desire."May I ask you to share your knowledge about this with me? What is that thing in your hand?" His voice trembled slightly, revealing the depth of his obsession."I'm
Great Jorah's Black Magic.
"This sacred Erhu originated from the Eastern Continent, where the first dawn touched mortal lands. It is said to be a powerful weapon used by Elf wizards thousands of years ago when they exterminated the demon race in the Great Purge of the Third Age."The wind blew fiercely across the Field of Hope, carrying with it the scent of trampled grass and nervous sweat from the assembled armies. At that moment, Great Jorah's hair stood on end as he listened to the story of Enchanter Vellenor, each word striking him like a physical blow.Great Jorah gasped, his face paling as ancient memories surfaced from the depths of his mind. He remembered a long-forgotten story his master had told him decades ago, when he was still a young apprentice hungry for knowledge."I remember!" Great Jorah's eyes widened with sudden recognition, the pupils dilating in shock. "Erhu is a weapon that my teacher, the mysterious hermit of Black Crow Mountain, once told me about during the winter of my seventeenth yea
Melody of Needles, The Erhu's Purge.
Guo Jiang smiled with his eyes still closed, his lips curving in serene confidence. He replied, his voice cutting through the chaos with crystal clarity."This is the Erhu, an ancient weapon that once eradicated the demon race thousands of years ago in the legendary Battle of Crimson Dawn. If it could destroy demons back then, beings of pure evil and corruption, why not your black energy, which originates from the dark world?" His words carried the weight of absolute certainty.And magical music began to play, notes rising from the erhu like phoenixes taking flight. Guo Jiang played the song composed by the Elder Elf on Ice Island, a melody passed down through generations of protectors. Melodious notes rang out across the battlefield, each one carrying divine power.An unmatched magical power began to emanate and suppress everything around them, the very air thrumming with energy. Magic needles began to form and float around like silver fireflies, each one razor-sharp and seeking. The
Strike at the Heart, The Fall of Karura.
Guo Jiang laughed coldly as he watched the black magic technique work, understanding the mechanism at last. His laugh held no humor, only grim determination."So this is how it works? Very well." His eyes narrowed with calculation, weighing his options. "I will destroy the source of their magical power!" Guo Jiang weighed his options carefully, knowing he had only one chance. He would eliminate one of them first before his strength failed completely. Either Karura or Great Jorah would fall, breaking the spell."Great Jorah is too strong for a direct assault. Besides, his spirit cultivation is one level above mine, making him dangerous to face head-on." Guo Jiang analyzed the situation with the clarity of a chess master."Karura is even weaker, newly summoned and not yet accustomed to this world. I'll take care of him first!" A sly smile appeared on Guo Jiang's face, cold and calculating. He had found the weak point in his enemy's strategy.The enchanter was energized by his decision,
The End of a Battle.
The sky over Field of Hope had changed from a clear blue to a straight line of crimson red that stretched across the heavens like a wound carved by the gods themselves. The streak was large and stained the horizon with the color of fresh blood. It looked terrifying, like a gaping wound splitting the sky, as if the heavens themselves bled from the violence below.The mountains that once appeared majestic and intimidating now loom as dark, ominous shadows in the distance, contrasting sharply with the sky tinged with bright red streaks. Their peaks seemed to watch the carnage with silent judgment, ancient witnesses to humanity's endless conflicts.Strong winds swirl, lifting dust from the ground in this open field, seeming to follow the rhythm of the battle like invisible dancers celebrating death. The fine sand and dust create a mysterious golden glow when the sunlight touches them, transforming the battlefield into a canvas painted with both beauty and horror.A thunderous roar echoed
The End of a Battle – Part II.
The half human, half bird creature cried pitifully as his two wings drooped limply, broken by a series of white particles fired from the Enchanter's hand holding the Erhu like a divine instrument of judgment. Karura's jet black feathers fell one by one, drifting to the ground like dark snow, each one a testament to fallen glory. The feathers dissolved into smoke before touching the earth, returning to the realm from which they came.With eyes wide in awe, many Udristan soldiers unconsciously praised the Enchanter Vellenor's impressive performance despite fighting for the opposing side. Respect for true power transcended the boundaries of war."The power of Enchanter Vellenor is truly formidable! He has achieved the realm that legends speak of!""With his small body, he is capable of deadly attacks that rival the ancient masters. Karura is nothing in the eyes of the Enchanter!" Their voices carried both admiration and fear in equal measure.Meanwhile, after colliding with Karura using
The End of a Battle – Part III.
"We'd better stay away. Keep a safe distance to watch, it'll protect our hearing!" With the soldiers from both sides rushing away from the battlefield in a mass exodus, the people scattered in all directions like leaves before a hurricane. No one wanted to be caught between clashing powers that could kill with sound alone.Ryu, the water dragon, appeared to float majestically in front of Great Jorah with scales that gleamed like polished jade. This was something the wizard of Udristan did not expect, his face showing surprise for the first time in the battle. While Great Jorah was overcome with rage at being blocked, the dragon also appeared to be equally angry, his eyes blazing with righteous fury."Backstabber! Attacking from behind! You're a powerful wizard, but you have no shame, creating a backstabbing movement unworthy of true masters!" Ryu's eyes, as green as the finest jade found in the deepest oceans, flashed fiercely with the light of supernatural anger. The water dragon was