The Annihilator: Killer Of Gods-Chapter 251: Overflowing Bloodlust

"How is this possible? I refuse to believe this brat is stronger than me!" Prince Kofi shouted, glaring at the ranking tablet. His name was at 34, while Karsha’s name shone brightly at number 1. It was a huge insult to someone like him, and he couldn’t accept it.

"First brother, what should we do?" Prince Mixxel asked, standing with five others around him. These people were all Sages, with two even being Core disciples of the Drone Royal Sect, the number one sect in the whole of the Drono Kingdom.

They were the best of the best, but as it stood, only one of their disciples was in the top ten ranking.

They were the pride of the Kingdom, yet they couldn’t even dominate the top ten. And on top of it all, the brat who had insulted them was the one holding down the fort with 31 million points, a far cry from the expected 20 million.

"Calm down, Prince Kofi," one of the Core disciples said, his voice steady. "Getting worked up won’t change anything. We need to figure out how he’s doing it."

"He’s hunting Calamity Mutants," another Sage suggested. "That’s the only explanation for the rapid increase in points."

"But how is he able to do it so quickly?" Prince Mixxel asked, frustration evident in his tone. "Even we struggle with Calamity Mutants, and he’s just a Grandmaster Disciple"

"He’s more than just a disciple," Kofi spat. "He’s a threat to our status. We need to stop him. We cannot kill him, but there are so many ways to stop him"

"How do you propose we do that?" the Core disciple asked, raising an eyebrow. "If he can take down Calamity Mutants like it’s nothing, he’s not someone we can just confront head-on."

"What do you know about him?" Prince Kofi demanded, his eyes blazing with fury. Someone like him was supposed to be at the top, looking down on everyone, not being outshone by some upstart.

"His name is Karsha," Prince Mixxel began. "He joined the Sunlight Sword Sect about four months ago. I only got to know him when Fairy June reappeared after many years.

"She was affiliated with him, so I went to see for myself. It was then that I experienced his arrogance firsthand and started looking for ways to make him experience real pain.

"He doesn’t have any family, but he has a junior brother he made in the sect. He goes by Xian, and from what I know, he has average talent. Yet, he’s currently ranked number 8, which is shocking," Prince Mixxel continued his voice a mixture of both shock and resentment.

He had lost face many times to Karsha, yet he hadn’t been able to do anything about it. He wanted to get his brother’s help, but his scheming nature held him back.

So when he saw Karsha again, he decided to turn him into everyone’s target. And it worked. Karsha didn’t care about his threats, so he gave him what he wanted. Karsha became everyone’s enemy.

Prince Kofi’s expression darkened. "So, he has a weak spot—a junior brother. Interesting." He had just found a weakness to exploit.

Mixxel nodded. "Yes, but Xian’s not much of a threat. It’s Karsha we need to focus on. His arrogance will be his downfall. We just need to find the right moment to strike."

Prince Kofi’s lips curled into a sinister smile.

"We will make him regret ever crossing paths with us. But we need to be smart about this. If he’s truly that powerful, we can’t confront him directly. We need to weaken him first."

"Agreed," Prince Mixxel said. "We’ll bide our time and gather more information. Meanwhile, we can create distractions and obstacles for him, slow him down, and expose any vulnerabilities he might have." The Sages nodded and they went about their plotting.

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Meanwhile, while these princes were plotting, Karsha was busily hunting monsters like a man possessed. He hadn’t rested for the past 24 hours.

The more he killed, the stronger he became, but the dangers he faced also escalated. He had been hunting Calamity Mutants with such fervor that he didn’t even notice the changes happening around him.

Right now, if anyone were to see him, the mere sight of Karsha’s appearance would make them scream and run away. His hair was a tangled mess, his face painted crimson with blood, and his clothing was tattered beyond recognition. He looked less like a person and more like a madman.

With every swing of his sword, another Calamity Mutant fell. His movements were precise and deadly, each attack more brutal than the last.

The ground was littered with the bloodless bodies of his foes, a testament to his relentless drive and unyielding spirit.

Karsha paused for a moment, panting heavily. He wiped the blood from his eyes and surveyed the carnage around him.

His senses were heightened, and he could feel the energy coursing through his veins. The system’s notifications had become a constant background noise, each kill adding to his growing strength.

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< Ding! You have killed a Tier 7 Calamity Mutant. +1,000,000 Points >

"Just a little more," Karsha muttered to himself, his voice hoarse from exhaustion. "I need to keep going."

Suddenly, he heard a rustling behind him. He turned quickly, his swords at the ready. Emerging from the shadows was a group of Tier 7 Calamity Mutants, their eyes gleaming with malice. Karsha’s lips curled into a grin.

"Perfect. Just what I needed."

He charged forward, his swords slashing through the air with deadly precision. The first mutant fell almost instantly, its head rolling to the ground.

The others roared in fury, attacking with renewed vigor. But Karsha was unstoppable. His movements were a blur, his strikes so powerful that they sliced through the mutants’ tough scales like butter.

One by one, the Calamity Mutants fell, their blood staining the ground. Karsha moved with a grace and ferocity that was almost inhuman. He was a whirlwind of destruction, leaving nothing but death in his wake.

As the last mutant fell, Karsha stood amidst the carnage, his chest heaving with exertion. He looked down at his hands, covered in blood and grime.

He could feel the power surging within him, a testament to his hard-earned victories.

"What is happening?" Karsha muttered, staring at the faint red aura emanating from his body. The aura was arcane, filled with such intense bloodlust that it could make anyone nearby vomit their lungs out. "System..."

< It is called Overflowing Bloodlust. You have killed so much that your body can’t contain your bloodlust anymore, so it’s overflowing. >

"How do I fix it? I feel like letting it run out like this is a loss." Karsha couldn’t let any opportunity go to waste.

He had been using his sword to kill, and with the system extracting the blood and venom from the monsters, he had become a lethal weapon that even he didn’t fully understand.

< You have to refine the bloodlust into your aura. This will increase your aura’s potency, but it will also make it more bloodthirsty. >

"Don’t worry, system. I don’t care what others say about me. Strength is what matters in the end. If they want to slander my name for appearing sinister, then they should be ready to face my sword," Karsha said with a confident smile. His eyes burned with hunger for blood as he looked ahead.

After standing there for a few moments, he took a talisman from his space ring and tore it in half. At once, a runic diagram appeared, and he vanished.

He reappeared in the forest Li Fei cleared almost instantly. Karsha looked around, ensuring no monsters or people were in sight.

Satisfied, he sat down and activated his domain, compressing it to only 100 meters wide. He then closed his eyes and began refining the bloodlust aura.

The forest was eerily silent, the only sounds being the faint rustling of leaves and the distant calls of wildlife. Within his compressed domain, Karsha focused intently, drawing the overflowing bloodlust into himself. He could feel it, raw and potent, swirling around him like a storm.

Slowly, he began to refine it, integrating the bloodlust into his aura. It was a painstaking process, requiring intense concentration and control.

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he worked, but he didn’t waver. With each passing moment, he could feel his aura becoming stronger, and more powerful.

Minutes turned into hours, and the transformation was almost complete. The bloodlust was no longer an uncontrollable force threatening to spill over.

It had become a part of him, enhancing his aura and making it even more formidable.

< Ding! Bloodlust refinement is complete. Aura potency increased by 50%. Bloodlust effect added to the aura. >

Karsha opened his eyes, feeling the difference immediately. His aura was now a force to be reckoned with, brimming with bloodthirsty energy. He stood up, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

He deactivated the domain and took out his sword. Letting loose a sliver of his now powerful bloodlust aura, he channeled about 5 percent of his ice essence into the blade.

Casually swinging it, the temperature around him plummeted, and a 20-meter-long crescent-shaped ice arc shot out, slicing through the air with chilling precision.

The arc traveled swiftly, freezing everything in its path. Trees, rocks, and even the ground were covered in a thick layer of ice, creating a frosty scene. Karsha watched with satisfaction as the ice arc dissipated, leaving behind a trail of frozen devastation.

"That’s more like it," he muttered to himself. He felt unstoppable, more lethal than ever before. The hunt would continue, and with this new power, he was ready to face any challenge that came his way.

"I have earned 46 million points. Oh look, Li Fei is almost at 20 million" Karsha felt proud saying that.

"Li Jing is also trailing behind. Huh, June is now number three, and even Xian has become number 7 with Mei Lin a few points from surpassing him. Seriously, what’s wrong with the people around me" Karsha muttered looking at the ranking list.

"I have 42 Fire-type cores. If I get more of the different types, I will be ready to form the next core" Karsha muttered to himself. He then stood up and then summoned his bone wings. "Time to hunt for them, I guess" Taking to the skies, he vanished leaving a trail of lightning.