The Million Swords of Vitjendra

Master Vitjendra stood facing the raksha, which was about three meters tall, with a large hole in the middle of its stomach, going through to its back.

"Hrrrkkk," a terrifying sound came from the raksha as it glared sharply at Vitjendra.

Vitjendra only smiled casually, folding his arms across his chest, and slightly lowered his head, as if dismissing the creature.

"Hm," he muttered calmly.

Feeling insulted, the raksha immediately leapt towards Vitjendra, swinging its massive kanabo with incredible force. But suddenly, a flash of light shot towards it, piercing through the raksha's stomach, sending it flying.

Sraaakk!

In his relaxed position, Vitjendra moved his hand, and dozens of swords hovered behind him, ready to strike.

The raksha quickly pulled the sword embedded in its body, and in an instant, it began rapidly regenerating its wounds.

"Raaaaaakkkhhh!" it screamed in anger, once again attempting to attack with its large kanabo. But before it could get closer, the swords floating in the air shot towards the raksha with speed.

Tang!

The raksha managed to block a few of the swords, but Vitjendra released more, overwhelming the raksha in its efforts to defend.

Tang, tang, tang!

Several swords were blocked, but many others pierced through the raksha's body.

Splaat, splaat, splaat!

The sword attacks continued relentlessly. Vitjendra watched the raksha with a flat expression, showing no sympathy. The raksha could only block and feel the stabs entering its body.

"Raaaaaakkkhhh!" it screamed in pain, but it kept fighting, even though its body was full of wounds and there was no chance for it to heal.

Srakk, srakk, srakk, srakk!

Minutes later, the raksha finally collapsed to its knees, its body covered in blood, with dozens of swords still embedded in it. It no longer moved.

"Is it over?" Vitjendra asked as he approached the raksha.

Carefully, he lifted his glowing sword, ready to decapitate the raksha. But unexpectedly, the raksha spoke in a stutter.

"Da... da... darkness... aa... aa... will... co... come..."

Vitjendra heard the words and, without hesitation, immediately beheaded the raksha with his sword.

Slaasshh!

Vitjendra stood, looking at the raksha's lifeless body. "It seems this raksha had a greater threat," he muttered, realizing that the creature he had just killed could speak.

The Mother and Child of the Raksha

While Master Vitjendra battled the massive raksha, Nazzares and Captain Nansa continued to chase the raksha carrying the small raksha. The raksha moved with incredible speed, its body seemingly wrapped in mist that moved wildly among the trees in the dark forest.

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Nazzares, observing the raksha's rapid movements, immediately floated using his mystical technique. He focused on the two raksha running, then quickly flew like lightning and struck them, sending them both flying.

Flash

Blamm!

Captain Nansa, witnessing Nazzares' action, proudly said, "Well done, kid."

Quickly, Nazzares used his mystical technique to restrain the movement of the raksha.

"Let go!" the female raksha screamed in confusion as she was trapped by Nazzares' mystical technique.

"What? She can speak?" Nazzares thought, shocked. "And... she's a woman?" he continued in his mind, noticing the strange detail. The female raksha had eye sockets that pierced through the top of her abdomen, a bizarre and horrifying feature.

Captain Nansa, not standing idle, immediately added more restraint by wrapping their bodies with liquid metal, which quickly solidified, further locking them in place to prevent escape.

However, the small raksha that the female raksha was carrying began crying out, "Mom! Mom!"

Nazzares was stunned by the situation. "What is this? Raksha can have families?" he said in disbelief.

"I don't know, kid. I don't get it either," Captain Nansa replied, still watching the situation. "All we can do is wait for Captain Vitjendra's arrival.

Moments later, Captain Vitjendra appeared riding his glowing sword, flying with his mystical technique. In his hand, he carried the head of the large raksha he had killed earlier. Upon seeing this, the small raksha, still bound, cried out again, this time with a voice full of sorrow.

"Father!!!" it screamed.

Nazzares was even more confused. "What am I seeing now? How can raksha have families?" he thought, feeling increasingly lost.

Meanwhile, the restrained female raksha grew angrier. "Damn you all! You will pay with your lives!" she shouted with vengeance.

"Quiet, you filthy woman!" Vitjendra responded, his voice full of rage. "How many lives do you think you’ve taken?" he continued firmly.

The female raksha and her child kept crying, mourning the head of the large raksha that Vitjendra had brought. They seemed broken, their emotions torn between anger and sorrow.

The Terrifying Corpses

Nazzares carried the two raksha with his mystical technique, floating above the ground towards the place where the people kidnapped by the raksha family were hidden. With a little threat, intimidation, and some torture on the small raksha, the female raksha finally agreed to guide them to the location of the kidnapped villagers.

They followed the directions of the female raksha, who, though still bound by Nansa's metal restraint technique, continued to offer clues. They walked far, entering an increasingly darker area, until they reached a cave deep in the forest.

"Is this the place?" asked Captain Vitjendra, his eyes scanning the cave before them.

"Yes," the female raksha replied briefly, her eyes filled with both rage and fear.

Captain Nansa lit a torch, illuminating their path while keeping a close watch on the two restrained raksha. They entered the cave, and the deeper they went, the more unnatural the atmosphere became. After a while, they reached a spot that shocked everyone.

"What is this?" Captain Nansa exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at what lay before him.

Nazzares stood silently, words caught in his throat. Before them lay a horrifying sight. The kidnapped villagers were sprawled lifeless, in a wretched state. Their bodies were naked, their organs seemingly removed, and blood pooled around them like a lake.

Suddenly, the mystical aura overflowing from Nazzares' body created a massive wave of pressure. Like an explosion, the aura spread throughout the cave, hitting them with great force.

Duarrrr

Nazzares' voice, filled with rage, was quiet yet full of menace. "Don't mess with me."

His red eyes glowed fiercely as he glared at the two restrained raksha. "What do you think you’ve done?" he said with deep hatred, as if every word from his lips was a deadly weapon.

The small raksha, unable to withstand the pressure of Nazzares' mystical aura, began to choke, foam forming at its mouth. "Aaaakkhh... Mom!" it screamed before finally passing out, its eyes rolling back.

The torch held by Captain Nansa began to flicker and die due to the pressure created by Nazzares' aura. "This kid!" he grumbled, shaken by the sensation.

However, Master Vitjendra, witnessing the event, ordered Nazzares to calm down.

"Stop that, Nazzares," he commanded firmly, knowing that rage would not solve this problem. Nazzares, realizing that his anger was only making the situation worse, finally obeyed his master's command and calmed down.

They all stood in silence, shaken by what they had found in the cave. Lifeless bodies, horrific, and filled with wounds. The removed organs and pooled blood left a deep impression of savagery.

"Hey, raksha, what exactly are you doing with all this?" Nazzares asked, his voice still trembling with anger, yet filled with confusion.

The female raksha sneered. "Haa...!! Of course, it's for fun," she replied, as if treating it all as a game.

Without hesitation, Master Vitjendra drew his glowing sword and beheaded the female raksha in an instant.

Slasshhh

To be continued...