The Annihilator: Killer Of Gods

"Since I can't quite grasp the dark energy right now, I'll stick with my sword serpent," Karsha said, standing on a tall mountain. "Hopefully, one day, I'll be able to summon a meteor made of swords to smash my enemies." He wanted to keep practicing, but after what he'd learned from the two ladies, he knew he had to wait until he could naturally sense the energy that kept getting him killed.

"Time to see what's become of my giant swords," Karsha grinned. As he spoke, the tall, dark avatar of the Dark Prince loomed behind him like a menacing shadow. The dark sword pool emerged, casting the whole area into a dark, ominous dome.

"Damn, this alone is enough to make most people crap their pants," Karsha said, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. Ten million swords materialized, each one glowing gold and wreathed in crimson flames, crackling with electricity.

In an instant, the swords combined into a massive blade that even Karsha, the sword's owner, found somewhat restricting. The sword stretched out to about 500 meters long, its blade glowing golden. But it wasn't just golden—it was ablaze with red flames that roared like they'd never die out. Black and white lightning danced around the blade, giving it a look that was both elegant and dangerously fierce.

"This is too much," Karsha muttered, breaking into a cold sweat. For some reason, he couldn't fully sense the sword's power. It was like he wasn't quite ready to wield its full potential, unlike with the first level of the technique.

"Descend," he commanded, his voice firm and resolute. The ground trembled violently as the sword shot downward like a blazing shooting star, streaking across the sky before slamming into the mountain opposite him. The impact was explosive, the sword driving deep into the mountain with an earth-shaking force.

"Shit," Karsha muttered, his wings unfurling behind him. With a powerful flap, he shot backward, appearing 10 kilometers away instantly. The moment he was clear, a deafening boom erupted from the mountain as it crumbled.

The towering mountain was obliterated in an instant. Karsha's heart raced as he stared at the sheer devastation wrought by the giant sword. He'd anticipated many things, but turning a mountain over 10 kilometers tall into nothing with a single strike was beyond anything he'd imagined.

"Is this even my technique anymore?" Karsha wondered aloud, looking every bit the demon general with his intense gaze. His eyes were filled with a mix of awe and determination, a burning resolve to reduce everything to nothingness.

"If this is the power of the Giant Sword, then what about the Golden Colossal Sword Descent?" he pondered. At that moment, the avatar of the Dark Prince materialized once more, looming ominously behind him. Karsha turned his attention to the swirling dark pool, and as he expected, the tip of a golden sword began to emerge.

As soon as the tip of the sword appeared, the mountain it was aimed at started to tremble violently. Trees shook and toppled over, while stones cracked and splintered under the immense pressure. The earth itself seemed to convulse as if it were alive, reacting to the sword's presence.

Half of the sword emerged, enveloped in roaring red flames and crackling with black and white lightning. The sheer sight of it, glowing with such destructive energy, was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. Karsha watched, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, as the sword continued to reveal itself.

"That is one huge sword," Karsha muttered, awestruck as the sword fully revealed itself—a 500-meter long, 100-meter wide blade with a razor-sharp, pointed tip. He gazed down at the mountain below, now riddled with cracks and nearly crumbled. The sheer force behind the sword was too much for the mountain to bear.

"Descend," Karsha commanded, gesturing downward. However, before he could even finish speaking, the sword shot forward, driving its full length into the mountain. The moment it made contact, the entire area trembled violently. In an instant, the space around the mountain tore like paper, revealing a dark abyss. When Karsha gazed into it, his vision went black.

When he opened his eyes, he was back in the rose garden. His face was slightly pale, something that shouldn't have been possible.
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"I died again. Fuck me," Karsha shouted in frustration. He had died just by witnessing the torn space. "How, just how?" Karsha was about to curse again when his eyes caught the flashing system message.

< Ding! Congratulations, your Golden Colossal Sword Descent has evolved into a Giant Calamity Sword. All attacks from it will carry 900% of the host's total attack power. It requires 900,000 Mana to activate. >

< Warning: The host cannot access the Celestial Mountains until fully healed. >

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"Damn," Karsha muttered, absorbing the information. "I guess there is some benefit after all this, but seriously, how am I going to keep practicing if all my training spaces are getting destroyed? I need to upgrade this space ASAP, or this is going to become a huge problem."

The space was designed for his training, but if his techniques started destroying the place and killing him in the process, then there was no point in using it anymore. He might as well find a desolate place to train.

"I need to upgrade this place," Karsha muttered, quickly abandoning the idea of continuing with the Dark Prince Hell Art. He sat down beneath a tree and decided to rest for a while. He quickly drifted into a deep, relaxing sleep that lasted for two whole weeks. It was safe to say that, although the subspace was practically useless for training right now, it was the best place to catch some rest without spending too much time in the outside world.

"I can't even practice the next level of the Sader's Ice Strike skill, seeing as the second level already destroyed two training spaces," Karsha grumbled. Three spaces had been destroyed already. The Dark Prince Hell Art had destroyed one, and if he used it again, it would probably destroy a few more. For now, he had to refrain from using such skills and focus on other things.

"I still have about 13 years to go. This is the best time to train my other skills to their peak and upgrade them. Hehe, once this seclusion is over, things will turn chaotic," Karsha thought, a hint of excitement in his eyes. He didn't want to brag, but he was now akin to a one-man army. Just a single Ice-Fire Vortex would be enough to level an entire army within minutes.

Right now, his skills and techniques are far stronger than they should be. He might not fully understand it yet, but his unique class had been playing a major role in all of this. Unlike others, whose strength depended on their bloodline and the class they had awakened, Karsha's class was different. It amplified his abilities in ways he was only beginning to comprehend.

Karsha's class functions like a cultivation, and right now, it's just a level 1 unique class. However, the fact that his class is at level one doesn't mean it's weak. On the contrary, from the moment he awakened it and gained the mutant bloodline, his class entered a new phase of evolution.

From the thousands of kills, the class has absorbed countless bloodlines. The more bloodlines it absorbs, the stronger it becomes. Though the effects aren't immediately visible, behind the scenes, it's doing more than just showing an effect.

His skills have constantly been undergoing evolution, something the system has facilitated. But this is also where his class comes into play. Whenever his skills upgrade, his class adapts, granting him the strength needed to wield such powerful techniques. As a Tier 5 existence, the highest skill he should be able to wield is supposed to be Tier 8, but in his arsenal are skills many tiers higher.

Karsha's class is a unique fusion of cultivation and adaptation. It's not just about gaining power through traditional means; it's about integrating the strengths and abilities of countless bloodlines into a cohesive, ever-evolving form. This unique process has allowed him to surpass the limits of what should be possible for someone of his level.

His class has been absorbing and integrating various bloodlines, each bringing new abilities and strengths. This constant absorption and integration mean that his potential is virtually limitless. Every time he defeats a powerful enemy, he doesn't just gain experience or loot—he gains a part of their essence, their power, which his class then refines and makes his own.

This process has had a profound effect on his abilities. His skills aren't just upgraded in a linear fashion; they undergo a complete transformation, becoming far more potent than their original versions. This is why he can wield skills many tiers higher than what should be possible. His class ensures that he can handle the immense power these skills require.

Karsha hadn't yet awakened his own bloodline, so he had to rely on the system and his class to wield such powerful skills. However, he knew that once he did awaken his own bloodline, he would be able to do much more. Additionally, once his class evolved, he would gain more control over the countless bloodlines he had absorbed. For now, he could only keep killing and absorbing more bloodlines.

"I'll start with Fire Beam," Karsha decided. "After all, it's my go-to skill. Without it, I wouldn't have managed to slay those Overlords without sustaining life-threatening injuries."

Karsha vanished from the Rose Garden and appeared in a new place. This area had towering trees on one side that seemed to stretch endlessly, while the other side was a stony region with many jagged rocks.

"This place is perfect," Karsha mused. "I can practice all forms of elemental skills here."

He summoned a sword, and his clone appeared, holding the same sword.

"Alright, partner, time to take this skill to the peak before upgrading it. We have to see what can be made out of it." Karsha smiled as the clone raised its sword and slashed it down.

Immediately, the temperature shot up. A 50-meter-long arc made of pure flames shot out, slicing through the air and destroying everything in its path. Around the edges of the flame, small runes, which seemed to have escaped Karsha's gaze, revolved within the crimson flame arc.

"Damn, is this the effect of the SSS level of the skill?" Karsha marveled.