The Annihilator: Killer Of Gods-Chapter 266: The Ancient Murals

Immediately after Karsha entered the cave and sealed it, he sat in a lotus posture and retrieved a pill from his space ring.

He swallowed it, allowing the healing pill’s power to take effect. Simultaneously, he activated his healing water element, which began to mend his injuries.

Slowly but surely, his body started to recover, and his hands showed visible signs of healing.

Karsha closed his eyes and focused, channeling his energy to aid in the healing process. He could feel the warmth of the pill spreading through his body, knitting together torn muscles and sealing the cracks in his skin.

The soothing essence of his water element flowed through him like a gentle river, calming his mind and easing the pain.

As time passed, his breathing steadied and the throbbing in his arm subsided. The battle wasn’t that intense, it’s just that the environment fought on wasn’t his domain. It was his first battle in the air so he suffered some damage.

After a while, Karsha opened his eyes, and the healing process was well underway. His hands were no longer dripping with blood, and the cracks in his skin had significantly diminished.

The cave was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of the battle he had just endured. He took a deep breath, appreciating the momentary peace and the progress he had made in healing.

"That was close," he murmured, flexing his fingers to ensure they were functioning properly. The battle with the Azure Tempest Hawk had been a harsh reminder of the dangers he faced, but it had also reinforced his resolve.

"Let me look around," Karsha said, standing up and beginning to walk around the cave.

The cave was not particularly large, but it had an ominous feel to it. Karsha instantly knew why. The walls were covered in murals and ancient texts, etched into the stone with meticulous detail.

He approached one section of the cave and gazed at the murals and text. The first thing that caught his eye was a red-like paint that signified blood. The blood flowed freely like a river from what appeared to be a fierce battle between monsters.

"The battle raged on for many weeks with neither side giving up. It was a brutal battle that shook the Trinx world, killing thousands if not millions," Karsha read aloud from the text beneath the murals.

The battle was vividly depicted in the mural. Massive beasts clashed, their forms twisted and monstrous, and rivers of blood flowed beneath their feet. The sky was dark and stormy, adding to the sense of chaos and destruction.

Karsha moved along the wall, his eyes scanning the images and the accompanying texts. Each mural told a different part of the story.

One showed a monstrous leader, towering above the others, its eyes glowing with malevolence. Another depicted desperate, smaller creatures fighting valiantly against overwhelming odds.

"This must have been an epic war," Karsha mused, fascinated by the details. "But what caused it? What were they fighting for?"

He continued reading the ancient text, hoping to find answers.

"The conflict was over the control of the Trinx Core, a powerful artifact that could grant immense power to its wielder. Both sides coveted it, believing it would give them dominion over the Trinx world."

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Karsha’s curiosity was piqued. The Trinx Core sounded like a relic of incredible significance, and it explained the ferocity of the battle depicted in the murals. He wondered if the artifact still existed and, if so, what kind of power it held.

As he explored further, he found more scenes of the battle’s aftermath. The once vibrant land was left in ruins, and the surviving creatures mourned their fallen comrades.

"The war ended in a stalemate, with neither side emerging victorious. The Trinx Core was lost to time, hidden away to prevent further bloodshed," Karsha read.

He paused, taking in the gravity of the story. The cave’s murals were not just a record of a battle, but a warning. The power of the Trinx Core had brought nothing but destruction and sorrow. However, Karsha found the account to be vague.

There was no mention of the monsters involved in the battle, no explanation of how it started, and no clear reason why it happened in Trinx, which Karsha believed to be this world.

"I need to find the beginning of these murals and follow them according to how they have been written," Karsha muttered to himself. He quickly began scanning the cave, looking for the start of the story.

Before long, the system pointed him in the right direction. He swiftly moved to the indicated spot and stopped in front of the first mural.

This mural provided a clearer picture. It depicted a time of peace in the Trinx world, with various creatures living in harmony.

In the center was a glowing object, the Trinx Core, revered by all. The text beneath explained that the Core was a source of balance and prosperity, its energy sustaining the land and its inhabitants.

The next section showed the arrival of an unknown force, dark and malevolent. These intruders coveted the power of the Trinx Core, believing it would grant them unparalleled strength and control.

The mural illustrated their assault on the peaceful inhabitants, igniting the brutal conflict.

"The battle began when an army of dark beasts, led by a malevolent entity known as Bloodhorn Panther Demon general, invaded Trinx," Karsha read aloud.

"Bloodhorn sought to harness the power of the Trinx Core to ascend and become a Demon Lord." Experience more content on novelbuddy

The following scenes depicted the escalating war. On one side were the guardians of Trinx, a coalition of powerful monsters and beings who fought to protect the Core. On the other were Bloodhorn’s forces, relentless and destructive, causing chaos and devastation.

"The defenders included creatures like the Blacktail Lightning Fox King, Guardian Behemoth Elephant, the Sky Serpent, and the Flame Hawk Phoenix," Karsha continued, reading the names. "Each fought valiantly, but the invaders were numerous and ruthless."

As he moved further along the wall, Karsha found depictions of the pivotal moments in the battle. The Guardian Behemoth fell in a valiant last stand, the Sky Serpent using its final breath to shield the Core, and the Flame Phoenix sacrificing itself to obliterate a significant portion of the enemy forces.

Despite these heroic efforts, the battle reached a grim climax. The final mural showed the Trinx Core being hidden away, sealed by powerful magic to prevent Bloodhorn from claiming it. The land was left in ruins, its once vibrant energy now dimmed.

"The war ended with the Core hidden away, and the land of Trinx sealed to prevent further bloodshed," Karsha read the concluding text. "Bloodhorn’s forces were driven back, but the cost was immense. The world of Trinx fell into darkness, its guardians lost, its power hidden."

Karsha stood back, absorbing the full story. The murals had painted a comprehensive picture of a tragic war, one that had left an indelible mark on the world.

The Trinx Core’s power had brought prosperity, but also great peril. Its concealment was both a protective measure and a loss. Karsha’s eyes flashed to one last mural, and he started to read the text.

"The core is the will of the world. The moment it’s tampered with, it will result in great calamity. The world of Trinx used to be a realm of great prosperity among different breeds of beasts.

However, after the intense battle, the core was injured and sealed away, turning the world into chaos. The beasts lost their innate blessings and became monsters forever."

The text continued, describing the irreversible transformation. "They cannot come back from it. Before the core was lost, a sliver of its power sealed the world of Trinx and divided it into three parts, each packed with countless monsters.

Since the monsters are now beings with no innate reason, their existence becomes meaningless, and they are left to hunt each other for all eternity."

Karsha felt a profound sadness as he absorbed the full impact of the mural’s message. The beasts of Trinx, once noble and powerful, were now cursed to a life of endless conflict and suffering. This world, once a paradise, had become a nightmare.

"Was the core the existence that was gazing at me?" Karsha muttered, staring intently at the murals.

Despite the detailed history, there was no mention of the core being taken by the invaders, which implied it was still somewhere in this world. Perhaps it was the very thing reaching out to him.

"Let’s not conclude just yet," he said, taking one last glance at the murals. He walked back to his previous spot and sat down, deep in thought about what he had discovered and its significance.

As he pondered, several questions and theories began to form in his mind.

"Why would the core reach out to me? Is it seeking help to restore balance to this world?" Karsha wondered. The core, being the will of the world, might have sensed his presence and potential to aid in its restoration.

"If the core is still here, where could it be hidden? And what would I need to do to find it?" He considered the possibility that the core was protected by powerful seals or hidden in a place that only a select few could access.

His journey might involve deciphering clues or overcoming trials to reach it.

"What happened to Zolgaroth and his forces? Are they still a threat?" Karsha knew that if the invaders were still around, they would pose a significant danger to anyone attempting to restore the core. He would need to prepare for potential confrontations with these dark forces.

"Could the core’s injury be healed, and if so, how?" Healing the core might require gathering rare materials, performing ancient rituals, or even enlisting the help of other powerful beings or artifacts.

"Why did the core choose to divide the world into three parts? What significance does this division hold?" Karsha speculated that the division could be a strategic measure to contain the chaos or protect certain areas.

Understanding the reason behind this division might provide crucial insights into the world’s current state.

Karsha’s mind raced with possibilities and uncertainties. The murals provided valuable information, but they also left many questions unanswered.

He knew that his journey ahead would be filled with challenges, but he felt a renewed sense of purpose.

Rising from his seat, Karsha took a deep breath and spoke, "I can only track the source of this gaze and find out for myself.