The Annihilator: Killer Of Gods

Karsha stood there, watching as a barrage of swords rained down from above. Despite each sword being only about 2 meters long, the sheer number of them and their incredible force wreaked havoc. In just three seconds, half of the mountain he was standing on was obliterated. The power behind those swords was just too overwhelming for the mountain to handle.

"Alright, let's give this a shot," Karsha said with a determined look. He willed the rain of swords to stop, and instantly, a million swords materialized from the sword pool hovering at the edge of the dark, swirling vortex. With a focused gesture, he pointed at the swords and then sliced his hand through the air in a cutting motion.

The swords responded instantly, streaking through the sky like a meteor shower, their movement smooth and deadly. Karsha controlled them with nothing more than his hand, guiding their path with fluid precision.

He grinned, marveling at the display. "Incredible," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "With this kind of control, I won't have to worry about missing my target."

Eager to explore the full potential of his new power, Karsha began experimenting with different forms and shapes. He stretched his imagination, trying out various formations and patterns. He made the swords swirl around him in intricate, protective barriers. Then he lined them up in geometric shapes, creating a dazzling, lethal display that moved with his thoughts.

He imagined the swords forming a spinning vortex, a deadly dance of metal that could shred anything in its path. Next, he shaped them into precise, focused beams that shot out in coordinated bursts, each one hitting its mark with deadly accuracy.

Karsha even tried using the swords to form a massive, twisting serpent that slithered through the air, its segments moving with a sinuous grace. Although he soon realized he would require more swords to do that, he managed to create a serpent, but it only reduced the impact he had expected. But he wasn't disappointed, on the contrary, he saw a whole new world out there waiting for him to explore.

Each experiment revealed new possibilities and refined his control, making him more confident in his ability to wield this incredible power.

As he continued to experiment, Karsha began to realize that the swords were more than just a weapon—they were an extension of his will. Each shape and movement he created deepened his connection to the energy flowing through him and the swords. It was a familiar feeling, one he first experienced when he first connected with the swords. For now, he could only control 1,000,000 swords, but he knew that to control more, he needed to reach S-Level mastery and form even more connections.

Karsha knew that achieving this level would allow him to control up to 10,000,000 swords. Curious about his progress, he asked, "System, how much time do I have left?"

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With a thoughtful nod, Karsha dismissed the swords and took a seat. His mind swiftly entered the sword pool, and he began the intricate process of forming additional connections. The process is the

same so it didn't take much time to start making progress.

A month passed in the blink of an eye, yet the system remained silent, indicating Karsha was still knee-deep in forming more and more connections with the swords. Two months later, he was still at it.

< Ding! Your mastery of the first level of the Dark Prince Hell Art has increased. >

< You have attained S-Level Mastery. 10,000,000 swords unlocked >

"Finally," Karsha breathed. After four months of tirelessly connecting with the swords, he had achieved his target. From the now-expanded sword pool, which had grown to about 10 km wide, ten million swords emerged, shimmering with lethal energy. With a wave of his hand, the swords moved as one, like a swarm of bees responding to his every thought.

"This is just too great," he muttered, exhilarated. "At this point, I don't even need to worry about facing my opponents head-on. I just have to summon ten million swords and let it rain down on them."

Karsha continued to experiment, his excitement palpable. He moved his hands and thoughts in tandem, commanding the ten million swords to transform into a colossal serpent about 150 meters long.

"Incredible," he whispered, mesmerized by the sight of the gigantic snake made of swords swimming through the sky with fluid grace. He directed the serpent toward a mountain about 10 km away. The snake moved at lightning speed, a blur of metal and power, and slammed into the mountain with devastating force.

BOOM!

A huge explosion erupted, blowing the mountain into shards of stones and dust. Karsha watched, awe-struck by the sheer power at his command. "This is incredible," he murmured, summoning another batch of swords. This time, he transformed them into a massive meteor over 20 meters in diameter. As the swords formed, a strange dark beam shot from the depths of the swirling pool. When it touched the meteor, a powerful pressure descended.

Pfft!

Karsha coughed up a mouthful of blood as the pressure hit him. "The fuck is that?" he gasped. At once, his vision blacked out, and he found himself in a familiar place—the rose garden.

"I died, but how?" he wondered, looking around in confusion. The serene garden was a stark contrast to the violent scene he had just left. He pondered over what had happened, trying to make sense of the sudden turn of events.

"What went wrong?" Karsha asked himself, replaying the sequence of actions in his mind. The dark beam, the pressure, and then... nothing. He decided to try again, determined to understand what had caused his sudden death.

He appeared in the place again but on a different mountain. Karsha summoned the swords once more, forming the colossal meteor. As soon as the strange dark beam shot out and touched the meteor, the same powerful pressure descended upon him.

Pfft!

Again, he coughed up blood, feeling the intense pressure crush him. His vision blacked out, and he found himself in the rose garden once more.

"Dammit," he spat, frustration bubbling up. "What is this pressure? Why is it killing me?" He paced the garden, deep in thought. The experience was unlike anything he had encountered before. It wasn't just the physical force; it felt as if something was attacking his very essence.

Determined to find the answer, Karsha decided to approach the problem differently. He focused on the feeling of the pressure, trying to sense its origin and nature. There was something deeply unsettling about it, something that seemed to resonate with the dark energy of the sword pool.

Karsha gathered his thoughts and prepared for another attempt. This time, he would pay closer attention to the dark beam and the pressure it brought. He needed to understand it fully to overcome it.

He returned to the sword pool, summoning the meteor once more. As the dark beam shot out and the pressure descended, Karsha focused intently on the sensation. It was overwhelming, crushing him from within.

Pfft!

For the third time, he coughed up blood and blacked out, reappearing in the rose garden.

"This is not just any pressure," he realized, wiping an invisible sweat off his face. "It's something deeper, something that attacks my very soul. Is this some kind of energy I am not familiar with, even if that is the case since I can't sense it, I can at least be able to withstand it. It shouldn't kill me that instant. I should at least be able to withstand it for a while. Damnit, I need to try again"

Karsha returned to the sword pool once more. This time, he tried to sense the dark energy more deeply, to understand its nature and origin. He summoned the massive meteor, bracing himself for the descent of the pressure.

As the dark beam shot out and the powerful pressure descended, Karsha focused all his senses on it. The sensation was overwhelming, like a heavy weight pressing on his very soul. He could feel it trying to crush him from within, but he held on, trying to push through.

Pfft!

Blood spurted from his mouth, and his vision blacked out again. He found himself in the rose garden, frustration mounting. "Dammit!" he shouted, fists clenched. "What is this force?"

He paced back and forth, thinking hard. There had to be a way to withstand it, to counter it. He couldn't just give up now. With renewed determination, he tried again.@@novelbin@@

Back at the sword pool, he repeated the process, summoning the meteor and bracing for the pressure. Each time, he tried to sense more, to understand more. But each time, the result was the same.

Pfft!

Blood, blackout, rose garden.

Pfft!

Blood, blackout, rose garden.

Pfft!

Blood, blackout, rose garden.

Karsha lost count of how many times he tried, each attempt leaving him weaker and more frustrated. The rose garden, once a place of solace, now felt like a prison he couldn't escape.

He sat down, head in his hands. "Maybe I'm not ready for this," he muttered, feeling the weight of failure. "Maybe I should give up for now."

But deep down, Karsha knew he couldn't. He had come too far to quit. The power he sought was within reach, and he just needed to find the key to unlocking it. If he can withstand and understand the source of this energy, he will be able to drop a huge meteor on his enemies without dying with them.

One more try, he decided, standing up with a resolve born of desperation. He returned to the sword pool, summoning the meteor and focusing every ounce of his will on withstanding the pressure.

Pfft!

Blood, blackout, rose garden.

Karsha lay on the ground, staring up at the sky through the rose garden's canopy. He had failed again. Despite his determination and effort, the result was always the same.

But as he lay there, something clicked in his mind. It wasn't just about enduring the pressure. There was something about the dark energy itself, something he had been missing. He needed to understand it, not just resist it.

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"Is this a law" Karsha muttered but deep within, he was even shocked saying something like that. When Elexa and Elara were quibbling, he sensed some form of energy fluctuation coming from them, now, when he tried sensing the dark energy, he felt something similar.

"I Need to talk to them," Karsha said summoning two fairies into the rose garden.