The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 727

Othello stared down at the glimmering silver blade, with its blood-red runes and golden hilt. It was beautiful, and the runic inscription scrolled down the blade like a Gordian knot of power.

The moment her hand touched the blade, Karl could see it bond with her, and a smile slowly spread across her face. Your next journey awaits at empire

[Blade of the Avenging Angel] Adds 20% Skill Damage. Adds 40% Physical Strength. Deals 150% additional weapon damage as Holy Damage. Deals double damage to targets with impure intentions toward the wielder. Not usable by {Unholy} or {Male} wielders.

Granite stared in shock as he inspected the weapon.

"I can’t believe that worked. And it worked well. Double damage to targets with impure intentions? That has to be an Epic Grade bonus. The others might not make the Epic standard, but that one for certain should, even if it’s limited." The Dwarf announced.

"Is it a random effect? Or did you specifically try for an effect that would keep a female Paladin safe from unwanted attention?" Othello asked Karl, who put on his best innocent expression while Granite sat down on the floor, holding his belly as he laughed and tears rolled into his beard.

"Aye, lass. A very specific inscription. The bottom half of the inscription is a poem about how nice your arse is." The Dwarf crowed.

"You didn’t" Othello gasped.

Karl shrugged. "It is the outcomes that matter, right? Besides, there are fewer than ten people in the country who can read those Runes, and even fewer who will have the chance.

The Holy Damage should stack on all of your attacks, the same as Ghostfire does when I use the Haint Claw. So, that’s a significant damage increase, or the equivalent of a moderate powered Overlord Ranked skill without expending any of your own energy.

When it is endurance that matters, that much extra damage will make a real difference in your expenditure."

Mabel, one of the blue dragon acolytes, raised her hand.

"Overlord, might we ask for a favour?" She inquired politely.

Othello nodded, and the cleric smiled.

"Can you turn around? Uhm, it would seem that the shape of your posterior is relevant to our notes on the effectiveness of targeted poetry in inscriptions."

Othello turned to face Karl, inadvertently doing what the Cleric asked.

"See what you have started? You have a whole team of ladies at the Palace, are you so affection starved that you need to be fantasizing about other women?" She demanded.

Karl held up his hands defensively. "It’s not like that. You see, if you put a rant about how bad human craftsmanship is on a human made weapon, with the rune to strengthen it, the effect is amplified.