The Annihilator: Killer Of Gods-Chapter 253: Green Feather Hawk Egg

After flying for a while, Karsha observed many strange phenomena in the dense forest below. Unusual rock formations jutted out like ancient sentinels, and luminous flora illuminated patches of shadowed ground.

As he navigated deeper, the air grew thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by distant echoes of unknown creatures.

Suddenly, movement caught Karsha’s keen eye—a group of disciples, clad in muted robes, stealthily moving through the underbrush.

Their cautious demeanor suggested they were here for more than mere exploration; they seemed intent on acquiring something hidden within the forest’s depths.

Curiosity piqued, Karsha decided to land and silently trail the disciples. He set down amidst dense foliage.

Using his blink ability, Karsha silently moved behind the group of ten individuals clad in the distinctive robes of the Evergreen Light Sect, one of the prominent sects in the Drono kingdom known for its powerful disciples and inherent arrogance, typical of top sects.

Leading the group was a Core disciple at the late Sage stage, precisely at level 8 Sage. His aura exuded confidence and authority, guiding the group through the dense forest.

Karsha crouched low behind a thick tree trunk, his senses alert as he listened in on their hushed conversations.

As the disciples of the Evergreen Light Sect ventured deeper into the forest, their anticipation grew palpable.

Karsha, stealthily shadowing their movements with his blink ability, observed their purposeful strides through the dense underbrush.

After a while, the forest opened into a small glade where a radiant, crystal-clear pool shimmered under the dappling sunlight.

At its center, nestled among ancient stones, lay the object of their quest—a small, circular chest adorned with mystical runes. It looks like a Treasure chest, but in reality, it is an egg adorned with mystical runes.

"This is it, we found it. The reports weren’t false," a disciple exclaimed, barely containing his excitement while maintaining a calm tone. The others mirrored his expression, their eyes gleaming with anticipation and triumph.

For years, they had heard tales from their predecessors who took part in the Blood Expedition Ten years ago. These reports spoke of a legendary egg—an egg belonging to a Green Feather Hawk, a creature renowned for its extraordinary speed and devastating attacks.

The disciples had ventured into the forest hoping to verify these stories, and now, standing before the ornate chest, they knew their efforts had been rewarded.

However before they could celebrate their find, the air around them grew heavy with an ominous presence. Three towering creatures emerged from the shadows, their scales glistening with a dark, iridescent sheen.

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These were the Dreadscale Guardians, formidable Tier 7 calamity mutants known for their ferocity and protective nature over ancient treasures.

The disciples of the Evergreen Light Sect froze in their tracks, their expressions shifting from excitement to apprehension as the Dreadscale Guardians circled the glade, their eyes fixed on the intruders. These monsters were renowned for their lethal venom and razor-sharp claws.

The Core disciple, leading the group, clenched his fists, weighing their options. "Stay calm," he urged in a hushed voice, his gaze flickering between the disciples. "We came prepared for challenges like this."

The Core disciple, his gaze fixed on the chestlike egg, tightened his grip on his sword. "Prepare yourselves. The Guardians won’t let us take it without a fight."

The air crackled with tension as they readied themselves for what lay ahead. The Dreadscale Guardians, sensing the disciples’ intent, snarled in defiance, their scales shimmering with a menacing sheen under the forest canopy.

They were guardians by nature

Without hesitation, the disciples launched their assault. Spells of fire and lightning seared through the air, colliding with the Guardians’ defenses.

Blades of wind and fire energy sliced through the thick atmosphere, each strike aimed with precision and purpose.

Karsha, observing from the shadows, weighed his options. The disciples fought valiantly, but the Guardians proved formidable adversaries.

Should he intervene to seize the egg for himself, risking both his secrecy and potential conflict with the sect? Or would he wait, allowing the battle to unfold and perhaps claim the prize once the dust settled?

"Xian will benefit greatly from the egg. According to the system’s evaluation, the chick hatched from that egg will come out a Dark Mutant—it will be a formidable addition to Xian’s forces," Karsha pondered silently, weighing the risks and rewards of intervening in the battle.

Turning his gaze back to the unfolding conflict, Karsha observed with growing concern. One of the disciples was sent flying, crashing into a nearby tree with a violent thud.

He coughed out a mouthful of blood, struggling to regain his footing amidst the chaos. The others fared no better, locked in fierce combat with the relentless Dreadscale Guardians.

The disciples’ determination was evident, their spells and techniques pushing the boundaries of their abilities.

Yet, the Guardians proved resilient, their venomous attacks and armored scales testing the disciples’ endurance and strategy.

Karsha clenched his fists, torn between his desire to claim the egg for Xian’s benefit and his reluctance to reveal his presence, he will cause more trouble to himself and those around him.

< You can always use a mask >

just as worry crested within Karsha, the system message appeared, catching him off guard. He had momentarily forgotten about his system’s capability to conceal his identity if needed.

"System, buy a mask and new clothing," he instructed swiftly, knowing he needed to act decisively.

From his inventory, Karsha retrieved a black mask resembling the fierce visage of a hungry lion. Slipping it over his face and donning a fresh set of attire that blended with the shadows, he felt a surge of readiness. With ease, he retrieved his Corrosive Daggers.

Now masked and disguised, Karsha moved stealthily closer to the unfolding battle. From the cover of the forest’s edge, he observed the intense clash between the Evergreen Light Sect disciples and the formidable Dreadscale Guardians.

Spells and techniques erupted amidst the chaos, each side locked in a deadly dance for control over the legendary Green Feather Hawk’s egg.

Concealed by his lion-faced mask and disguised attire, Karsha carefully weighed his next move.

"I’ll handle two of them myself; they can manage the last one. The core can be their compensation," he thought with a hidden smile behind the mask.

With only his twin daggers in hand, Karsha activated his lightning-infused movement technique. Energy crackled around him, empowering his swift and agile maneuvers as he darted into the heart of the conflict.

His focus was singularly on the egg.

Karsha’s daggers moved with deadly grace and precision as he engaged one of the Dreadscale Guardians.

His strikes aimed for the gaps in the creature’s armor, exploiting every opportunity to inflict damage while dodging its venomous attacks and powerful sweeps.

The Guardian, initially caught off guard by Karsha’s sudden appearance and ferocity, quickly recovered and retaliated with renewed vigor.

It lunged and thrashed, its scales shimmering with defensive enchantments that deflected some of Karsha’s strikes.

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Karsha’s twin daggers sliced through the air, each strike aimed at exploiting the vulnerabilities of the Dreadscale Guardians.

The first Guardian, taken by surprise, faltered under Karsha’s relentless assault. With swift, calculated strikes, he found and exploited weaknesses in its armored scales.

His daggers danced with lethal finesse, slipping through defenses and drawing blood with each precise thrust and slash.

Simultaneously, the second Guardian attempted to retaliate, but Karsha’s lightning-fast reflexes allowed him to evade its venomous strikes and counter with devastating efficiency.

"Bye-bye, monster," Karsha grinned beneath his mask, fire flickering around his daggers. He aimed for the gap between the scales on the first guardian’s neck and with a powerful strike, severed its head.

The Evergreen disciples gasped in shock at the sight, sensing immediately that something was amiss.

Their attention darted between the fallen guardian and Karsha, who was now poised to strike down the second calamity mutant.

It dawned on them that he wasn’t there to assist—they realized he intended to steal the egg. They moved to intervene, but their path was blocked by the third guardian, determined to prevent any interference.

Karsha sidestepped a claw attack, his dagger weaving in his grip as he lunged forward once more.

His movements were fluid and precise, his senses attuned to every nuance of the battle. As he closed in on the second guardian, it roared with fury, its massive form lunging towards him with lethal intent.

Undeterred, Karsha anticipated its attack, sidestepping a sweeping claw and countering with a swift series of strikes.

The dagger in his hand glinted with a deadly sheen as it found its mark, slicing through thick scales and piercing deep into the creature’s vulnerable spots.

With a final, decisive thrust, he drove the blade into the guardian’s heart. The monster staggered, a guttural cry escaping its maw before collapsing heavily to the ground.

The Evergreen disciples watched in stunned silence, their disbelief palpable as they realized they wouldn’t be leaving with the egg today.

Ten of them couldn’t even kill a single Guardian, yet this masked individual had effortlessly dispatched two. The power he displayed left them wondering if even all their combined strength could land a single blow against him.

Karsha swiftly appeared beside the egg.

"Stop there, we discovered this egg first!" a disciple cried out, seeing Karsha move to take it.

Karsha turned to face them, his eyes narrowing behind the mask.

"Discovery doesn’t matter in the end, it’s who has the strength that gets to decide. Next time, become strong before you go after something that is not yours"

The mask made his voice sound deeper so none of the disciples could tell his identity.

"We will not let you take this egg without a fight," the core disciple declared, landing a powerful strike on the third guardian.

The creature staggered back several meters, but its fury only seemed to intensify as it lunged forward again, eyes blazing with rage.

"You deal with that first, then come find me," Karsha retorted calmly, swiftly stowing the egg in his inventory. Like lightning, he vanished from view, leaving behind only fleeting trails of lightning.

"NOOO!"

the core disciple screamed in frustration, watching helplessly as the egg was whisked away. Despite his shouts, the reality remained unchanged—the egg was gone, and an enraged guardian was bearing down on them.