The Annihilator: Killer Of Gods

"I am fucked," Karsha muttered, feeling a wave of despair. He wasn't skilled in aerial combat yet, and the fire beam closed in on him with terrifying speed.

In the air, he was out of options. He wouldn't be able to raise his earth-base defense mid-air, and his domain, too, wasn't strong enough to withstand the impact.

His domain is effective against Tier 8 monsters, but Karsha hasn't used it in his battles, that was because whenever his domain is shattered, he gets a backlash that is several times painful, depending on how fierce the attack that broke it was.

So even though the walls of the domain could take on some of the attacks, he didn't want to suffer that much backlash.

He enveloped himself with golden light and two flames coiled around him forming two chains. His ice element also coated the surface of his armor.

The air is then filled with lightning, but Karsha knows it's a futile attempt. The attack coming is several times stronger and he can feel that.

"Should I use it" Karsha muttered but before he could make an attempt, a strange mechanism within his Bone Wings activated. The wings moved almost on their own, forming a protective barrier against the incoming attack.

The fire beam slammed into the barrier with immense force. Karsha felt the impact reverberate through his entire body but he was alive, yet wishing he was dead.

The wings bare the impact, but he felt the pain.

His wings managed to deflect most of the damage, but the strain was immense.

He mouthed as he sustained several injuries, knowing they could have been far worse without the protection of his wings.

However, despite Karsha sustaining damages, his wings seemed to become more alive, invigorated by the powerful attack they had just withstood. There wasn't even a single dent on it.

Seeing he had survived that attack, Karsha pushed himself to fly away. Each beat of his wings was a huge effort, and he could feel the wyverns closing in.

Their speed is great, but Karsha received a boost from them which shot in forward like a shooting star.

This made him gain some advantage, this helped him put some distance between himself and the two colossal monsters, narrowly escaping their deadly pursuit.

Karsha continued to fly, his body aching from the intense attack from the Wyvern. His Soul Ring, having poured out so much energy, was running out of juice.

He didn't want to deplete the energy of the second core he had formed, so he dismissed the ring, feeling the power drain away.

Until he saturates the core, using it in combat will drain the energy making him spend two times the resources used in forming it to restore its energy.

As Karsha flew his vision began to blur from exhaustion, His body was losing energy yet he continued to endure as he flew forward heading even deeper into the forest.

He wanted to test his strength and know his limits. And as it stood now, even a Peak Great Sage would pose a threat to him unless there were ten of them or even more, then even with his Soul Ring, he would still find it difficult.

However, he wasn't scared, he knew once he saturated the second core, Great sages no matter the numbers they came in wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

Monsters are several times stronger than humans and he has seen it today. He also saw the power of his Soul Ring and his limitations.

After flying for over ten minutes, Karsha's vision began to blur even more. Despair started to creep in, however, before he could sink into despair he spotted something far ahead.

He pushed himself to speed toward it, his heart pounding with a mix of hope and exhaustion. As he drew closer, he realized what it was: an ancient temple, its weathered structure standing tall amidst the landscape.

It had no particular appeal, but Karsha knew it could be a place of refuge, a sanctuary where he could evade the monstrous wyverns chasing him.

His wings carried him forward, though every beat felt heavier than the last. He tried to admire the structure of the temple, but his body was weak, his energy drained, and he was running on sheer willpower.

With one final, desperate flap, Karsha shot forward like a meteor, crashing through a window and landing hard on a solid stone floor.

"Fortress," he gasped, using the last of his strength to activate his protective barrier.

The fortress shimmered into existence around him, a shield of safety amid chaos. As the energy drained from his body, Karsha's vision went dark, and he fell unconscious.

From his soul space, Khinux emerged, taking his place beside Karsha inside the fortress. The loyal companion stood guard, his eyes scanning the surroundings with vigilance.

The ancient temple, with its weathered walls and silent halls, now served as a temporary haven, shielding Karsha from further danger.

As Karsha lay unconscious, Khinux kept a vigilant watch, ready to defend his boss against any threat. The fortress hummed with protective energy, and the temple's ancient aura seemed to add an extra layer of safety.

Outside, the wyverns circled the area, their roars echoing through the sky, but they dared not approach the temple.

It was as if they were afraid of the ancient structure. They circled many kilometers above in the clouds but never dared to come closer.

Inside the fortress, Karsha remained enveloped in a golden aura. His light element had begun its work, healing his wounds and replenishing his energy.

Khinux stood tall, looking over Karsha with a mix of determination and concern. He had recently bonded with Karsha, and seeing him in such a vulnerable state, Khinux knew it was up to him to guard against any danger that might threaten his boss.

The golden aura around Karsha pulsed gently, a sign that his light element was diligently working to mend his injuries.

Time seemed to slow as the minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. The fortress continued to hum, its protective energy a constant reassurance that they were safe, for now.

Karsha's breathing gradually became steadier, a sign that the healing process was well underway. The golden aura around him brightened slightly, indicating that his light element was making significant progress.

Twelve hours later, Karsha opened his eyes, his face slightly pale. He quickly retrieved a bunch of Tier 8 cores, ranging from ordinary Tier 8 monsters to Terror Mutants.

Buzz.

His Soul Ring appeared, and the red core started spinning. Visibly, the energy from the cores began flowing into the huge core.

Simultaneously, the core released energy into Karsha's body, filling him with vitality. It took him less than twenty minutes to absorb all the cores.

His pale face regained its color, and his wounds healed completely. He stood up and deactivated the domain.

"Thank you for standing guard," Karsha said, patting Khinux on the side before returning him to his soul sea.

"This place feels familiar," Karsha murmured as he gazed around the ancient temple.

The temple's interior was a marvel of ancient architecture, filled with intricate carvings and faded murals that told stories of a long-forgotten era.

Massive stone pillars lined the hall, each one adorned with detailed depictions of mythical creatures and ancient battles.

As Karsha walked further into the temple, he noticed the worn, yet grandiose, nature of the place.

The floor beneath him was made of smooth, polished stone, cracked and weathered in some areas but still reflecting a dim, ghostly light.

The walls were covered in moss and vines, nature reclaiming parts of the structure, yet the craftsmanship remained evident through the encroaching greenery.

Karsha's footsteps echoed softly as he moved through the hall, his eyes drawn to the ceiling high above. It was a masterpiece in itself, with intricate patterns and constellations etched into the stone.

"I feel like I've seen these patterns before," he muttered, trying to recall where he might have encountered such designs. But no matter how hard he tried, he wasn't able to come out with anything.

He approached a large, ornate door at the far end of the hall, its surface covered in runes and symbols. The door seemed to pulse with a faint energy.

"These runes... they look like a mix of different ancient languages," Karsha observed, tracing his fingers over the carvings.@@novelbin@@

"Whoever built this place was a master of multiple talents."

As he continued to explore, he found alcoves and niches containing statues of maybe forgotten gods or legendary heroes.

Each statue was exquisitely detailed, capturing the essence of the figures they represented.

"This craftsmanship is incredible," Karsha said, admiring a statue of a warrior wielding a double-bladed sword.

"It's as if they could come to life at any moment. But why do they all look so familiar"

In the center of the temple, he discovered a large, circular chamber with a raised dais. The dais held an ancient altar, its surface etched with more runes and symbols.

A soft, ethereal glow emanated from the altar, casting a gentle light throughout the chamber.

"This must be the heart of the temple," Karsha theorized, feeling a strange pull towards the altar.

He approached the altar cautiously, sensing the powerful energy it radiated.

"I wonder what this place was used for," he thought aloud.

"A site for rituals? A sanctuary for warriors? Or perhaps a repository of ancient knowledge?" His curiosity grew with each step.

"Huh, a formation," Karsha muttered, immediately enveloped in golden light as he stepped on a circular diagram. He quickly recognized it as a formation.

Instinctively, he tried to jump back, but before he could make a move, the formation pulled him in. In an instant, he was whisked away, appearing inside a large hall adorned with intricate designs.

"Where am I?" Karsha whispered, retrieving his swords as a sense of immediate danger washed over him.

The place he had appeared in was similar to the temple he had entered, but this hall was clean and well-cared for. It looked as if someone lived there and maintained it meticulously.

"You are finally here," a voice echoed in Karsha's mind, making him jump forward and then spin around, but he saw nothing.

"Who is there?" Karsha demanded, his grip tightening on his swords.

"Welcome back, My Lord. I have been waiting for you for a very long time," the voice continued. Karsha's mind went blank, but before he could ask anything, a figure began to emerge from the shadows.