pertwk Chapter 45 -:45 Kokabiel sneered
Chapter 45 -:45 Kokabiel sneered
Chapter 45 -:45 Kokabiel sneeredIf you want to read ahead by 50 Chapters from her you can visit my Patre-on.
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Silence fell over the remains of Kuoh Academy's courtyard as the representatives of the Three Factions gazed upon the lone outsider that had just shattered one of the sole unifying truths of their respective worlds.
All of them knew the story of how the Biblical God had forged Excalibur as one of four Holy Swords, only for it to be broken during the course of the Great War centuries ago. The Church had thus gathered the shards and, through time and effort, re-forged them into what were known today as the Seven Excaliburs, entrusting two to the three main branches of Christendom, while the Seventh had seemingly disappeared.
It was for the sole purpose of finding people capable of wielding the reforged Excaliburs that Valper Galilei had instigated the Holy Sword Project, butchering countless innocent 'test subjects' all for the sake of harvesting their 'Holy Element', a practice the Archangel Michael would seemingly replicate through non-violent means to allow ordinary mortals to wield the blades of his Illustrious 'Father'.
All of them knew this as fact. Indeed, for Kiba and Freed it was a reality, as they both had been subjected to Valper's re
"Order me to do anything again, old man, and I'll make you wish for the sweet release of death." He snarled, glaring heatedly at the Archbishop cowering behind Freed before turning his attention back to Shirou, a cruel, mocking smile slowly forming on his face "Besides, I find it highly amusing that a so-called Heretic of all things managed to pick out the holes in Michael's little story when a fanatic like you couldn't."
"Then it's true?" Xenovia demanded, her expression one of shocked disbelief as she glanced between the heretofore nameless glowing sword held by Freed, who looked like he was falling asleep of all things, and her own Excalibur-Destruction "These swords...were forged from Caliburn? Excalibur was never truly broken?"
"Do you think a sword that embodies the very prayer of 'Victory' would break so easily, Catholic?" Kokabiel sneered, chuckling mockingly while Xenovia recoiled from the words as if physically slapped "That sword existed long before Father ever designed his Holy Swords, and it will remain long after the human race is nothing more than dust on the winds of time."
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