Reborn With the Infinite Gods System

Thank you Josh Roark (Mass release 5/8]

The Fatek General's eyes flickered, his mind struggling to recover from the immense pressure it had just endured. His vision blurred momentarily, but what he saw next sent him into a state of disbelief. The battlefield was in utter chaos, and to his horror, his once-loyal Fatek soldiers were being slaughtered... by their own kind.

No, not just any soldiers—his former champion, now a mindless killing machine under someone else's control.

"Impossible," the Fatek General muttered, shaking his head in frustration. "This must be the work of that... **thing**!" His eyes narrowed as he scanned the battlefield frantically, searching for the root cause of this betrayal. It didn't take him long to spot Axel in the distance, standing amidst the carnage, his body crackling with an ominous, lightning-like energy.

"I underestimated you," the General growled, his voice thick with contempt. "No more games." With a snarl, he rose from his throne, gripping a massive battle hammer that hung beside it. The weapon hummed with power, archaic yet advanced, glowing faintly as it left its resting place.

Axel's eyes sharpened as he took in the sight. *'A little medieval for an alien of his kind,'* he thought, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. *'It must be some kind of advanced tech disguised as a relic. Interesting.'*

His hand tightened around the hilt of his sword. The atmosphere around him vibrated with energy, his confidence bolstered by the growing numbers of his undead army.

[Your army has increased.]

[50/50]

[You have been rewarded for your fast growth.]

[You have leveled up your skill.]

[56/75]

*'The more soldiers I control, the more my mana grows. That doesn't make sense unless... I'm absorbing mana from them instead of the other way around,'* Axel mused, the thought sending a shiver of excitement down his spine. A wicked smile peeled across his face as he rolled his neck, surveying the battlefield.

His undead army moved with ruthless efficiency, cutting through the Fatek ranks like a storm of death. His top soldiers were leading the charge, giving the hunters a fighting chance amidst the chaos. The tide of battle was turning, slowly but surely. Victory was in sight.

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Axel shifted his gaze back to the Fatek General, who was now drawing closer, his heavy footsteps reverberating through the ground. *'Now, to tear this bastard apart,'* Axel thought, his grip on his sword tightening.

The General burst into a sprint, raising his battle hammer high overhead. The speed at which he closed the distance was shocking, belying his massive frame. Axel didn't flinch. He charged forward, matching the Fatek's speed, his sword poised for a deadly strike.

As they collided, the General's hammer came crashing down, aiming to split Axel's skull in two. At the last second, Axel sidestepped, leaving the hammer to smash into the floor of the ship with a deafening *CRACK.* The impact sent a shockwave of force rippling through the battlefield, knocking several fighters off their feet and sending debris flying.

Axel skidded to a halt, his ears ringing from the sheer force of the attack. He barely had time to steady himself before the General followed up, planting his foot firmly on the ground and swinging his hammer in a wide arc.

*'Too fast!'* Axel's eyes widened in realization as he leaped backward, narrowly avoiding the blow. The hammer whooshed past him, but even the air displaced by its swing felt like a blade slicing into his flesh. The intensity of the wind left him gasping.

*'I can't get close at this rate!'* Axel gritted his teeth. *'He's faster than I expected. If I don't find a way to turn this around soon—'*

*Click!*

Axel's eyes flickered toward the hammer, catching sight of a small button on its handle. A low hum began to resonate from the weapon, and to Axel's dismay, the head of the hammer began to glow an ominous red.

*'Not good!'* Axel's instincts screamed at him to move, but before he could react, a blinding wave of blue energy erupted from the hammer, sweeping across the battlefield like a nuclear blast.

"ARRGHHH!" Axel screamed as the energy wave tore through him. His body convulsed in agony, not from any visible wound, but from a deep, internal pain. His muscles seized up, his mana disrupted, his senses thrown into chaos. The world around him spun violently, and he stumbled, barely able to stay on his feet.

*'He... he disrupted my internal systems,'* Axel realized, his mind struggling to make sense of what had just happened. *'That blast... it messed with my vestibular system—my balance! He's attacking my ability to stand, to fight!'*

The next thing Axel knew, the massive war hammer crashed into his side, sending him hurtling through the air like a ragdoll. He crashed to the ground with a sickening *thud,* his body skidding across the battlefield for dozens of yards before finally coming to a stop.

"KAYAAAHHK!" Axel coughed up blood, the coppery taste filling his mouth. Every breath was a struggle, his body trembling from the force of the impact. *'Damn it... that blast really messed me up. My equilibrium is completely shot.'* He tried to push himself up, but his legs wobbled beneath him, unable to hold his weight.

*'I have to fight... I can't... let this end here.'*

Axel's vision swam, his ears ringing from the distorted sounds of the battlefield. He could barely make out the massive form of the Fatek General, who was now striding toward him with a smug grin on his alien face.

"How weak can a human get? Hahahaha!" The General's laughter echoed through the battlefield, mocking Axel's weakened state. "You may have taken down my soldiers, but **I** am beyond your reach, Hunter!"

Axel's heart pounded in his chest as the General loomed over him, his shadow casting Axel in darkness. The General raised his battle hammer high into the air, the red glow intensifying as he prepared to deliver the final blow.

Axel, still struggling to regain his balance, could barely move. His body screamed in pain, his vision clouded with red. *'I'm not fast enough... not strong enough,'* he thought, panic clawing at the edges of his mind. *'I can't die here... not like this!'*

The hammer came down, its deadly glow promising nothing but death.

*'Move... MOVE!'* Axel's mind screamed, but his body refused to obey.

Just as the hammer descended, a deafening roar echoed through the battlefield, cutting through the chaos like a knife.

Axel's eyes snapped open, and he saw a figure, blurred....

'Is it you God?'

Unfortunately not, but unmistakable, rushing toward the Fatek General with blinding speed.

*Who…?*

The next moment, the Fatek General's hammer was stopped mid-swing, colliding with a force so powerful it sent shockwaves through the battlefield. The ground beneath them cracked, and the air seemed to freeze.

Axel blinked through the haze, his heart pounding as he recognized the figure that had saved him.

"Captain Rowin...?"