Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

boom! boom! boom!

One after another, charred and mutilated bodies crashed heavily onto the purplish-red wasteland.

Just before landing, the Demon Lord Mor forcibly twisted his waist and abdomen.

Sparks flew from the leg buffers of the nanosuit.

He plowed a deep trench a hundred meters long in the ground and finally steadied himself.

Red warning characters flashed incessantly on the armor's face mask.

Energy reserves are down to 11 percent, and armor plates are cracked in several places.

Mohr ignored the armor's warning.

He ripped off the deformed mask, revealing a face with gill-like cracks.

His grayish-white skin was covered with scorch marks from the lightning of the void.

He looked up and glanced around.

A violent tornado raged more than ten kilometers away, shattering the skyline.

The clouds overhead were still thick, but fortunately, the area where they crashed was temporarily out of the center of the extreme weather.

One by one, members of the clan fell to the ground in the surrounding area.

Scattered limbs and broken arms, accompanied by the stench of burning, lay scattered on the ground.

Wails and curses filled the air.

"Shut up!" Moore roared, his voice drowning out the wind.

He quickly formed hand seals, and the remaining essence of the Time Demon within his body surged.

A hazy gray halo spread out from beneath his feet, expanding to a radius of two kilometers, enveloping all the fallen clansmen.

【The Curtain of Time】.

The core secret technique of the Time Demon Clan can shield light and aura, completely locking down internal spatial fluctuations.

"Anyone who doesn't want to die, hold your breath! Switch to internal circulation!"

Mor strode towards the densest crowd, coldly surveying his tribesmen still rolling on the ground. "This is a completely unknown, high-risk divine realm!"

"Indigenous relatives could appear at any moment, so swallow your screams!"

The leader's intimidation worked.

The wailing stopped abruptly.

The demons on the cultivation side quickly circulated their cultivation techniques, sealing off all the major acupoints in their bodies and switching to embryonic breathing.

The members of the tribe on the technology side activated their individual survival systems and put on spare breathing masks.

The members of the magical faction, on the other hand, donned miniature wind shields that isolated them from smell.

"Medical team! Treat the seriously wounded with all your might! Suppress the smell of blood, and be quick!" Moore continued to issue orders.

The few dozen remaining healing-type demons in the group quickly ran out.

They pulled out hemostatic spray, healing talismans, and healing wands, moving among the wounded.

The severed limb was forcibly reattached, and the charred flesh was covered with a drug.

Moore stood on a raised black rock, cautiously surveying his surroundings.

This is a purplish-red wasteland.

The soil emitted a strong toxic miasma of heavy metals, and scattered metallic skeletons lay on the surface.

The most striking feature is the surrounding area filled with small, dark red trees.

These saplings are about three meters tall, with a faint liquid metallic sheen flowing across their branches.

The leaves are dark red, greedily absorbing the heavy metal toxins from the air.

After the tree trunk was transformed, a faint, dark golden stream of air was released from the stomata of the leaves.

Moore stared at the dark red saplings, his brow furrowed slightly.

He could sense that the earth's vein network was entirely locked by the root systems of these small trees.

"Chief, these trees..." The adjutant walked over, clutching his broken left arm, his eyes filled with suspicion.

"Don't touch them," Moore interrupted coldly. "This place is eerie. Stabilize your injuries first, and we'll make further plans after we've assessed the situation."

However, things took an unexpected turn that was beyond Moore's control.

Dark Abyss Spiritual Energy.

This high-level energy, transformed from the subtree of the [Liquid Gold Blood-Devouring Demon Tree], is spreading within the gray veil of time.

A seriously injured cultivator leaned against a rock.

His abdomen was ripped open by the Void Slicer Blade, leaving his intestines exposed.

The healing talisman applied to the wound was dim, clearly unable to stop the loss of life.

Just as he was dying.

Strands of dark golden energy seeped into his damaged skin.

A miracle happened.

In the deep abdominal wound where bone was visible, granulation tissue began to move.

The bleeding stopped, and the torn muscles visibly healed.

Pure, domineering energy surged and crashed through his parched meridians.

"What...what kind of power is this!" The wounded man stared in horror, his eyes blazing with fanaticism.

He ripped off the breath-holding talisman from his face, opened his mouth, and inhaled the dark golden air currents in large gulps.

"Karl! You're insane! The leader has ordered us to hold our breath!" his companion exclaimed.

"Shut up, my foot! Are you blind?! Look at my wound!" Karl pointed to his completely healed abdomen, his face beaming with joy and excitement.

"The energy in this air is hundreds of times stronger than that of a so-called top-grade spiritual spring!"

"It can not only heal wounds, but also unleash potential!"

As soon as Karl finished speaking, his aura surged.

The barrier that had been stagnant for many years was now showing signs of loosening.

This scene was clearly witnessed by all the demons in the vicinity.

The flames of greed were ignited in the crowd.

The homeless are a group of desperate people who would risk their lives for resources.

They risked their lives to break through the barriers of time and sneak into this place, all for the sake of this opportunity.

Now, the opportunity is floating in the air.

"I can feel my legs again!" exclaimed a member of the magic faction whose legs had been crushed.

Quietly remove the wind shield and inhale a breath of dark abyss spiritual energy.

A tingling, itchy sensation came from the broken bone, indicating that the bone was remodeling itself.

"How could this divine realm, capable of nurturing divine objects that can extract from the void, truly be a dead end!"

"These poisonous miasmas are definitely an illusion! This dark golden aura is the true origin of this world!"

Vigilance crumbles in the face of tangible benefits.

More and more Time Demons are breaking free of their breath-holding state.

They abandoned the medical team's treatment, sat cross-legged on the ground, opened all the pores of their bodies, and plundered the dark abyss spiritual energy in the air.

Even some of the uninjured members of the tribe could not resist the temptation.

Seeing their companions' auras surge, they feared falling behind and also began to inhale deeply.

"Shut up, all of you!"

Moore's furious shouts echoed through the crowd.

He flashed forward, rushed in front of Karl, and kicked him to the ground.

Moore's face was so dark it was almost dripping with gloom.

He had just tentatively inhaled a bit of the Dark Abyss's spiritual energy.

This airflow was indeed extremely pure, but it contained violence and chaos.

There are also world laws that he himself cannot comprehend.

"There's something wrong with this stuff! Stop absorption immediately! Cut off the internal circulation!"

Moore drew his energy pistol from his waist, pointing it at the crowd. "Anyone who dares to take another puff, I'll kill them on the spot!"

The leader's accumulated prestige remains.

With the intimidating sight of the dark gun barrels, the demons reluctantly stopped their actions.

They put their masks back on and affixed talismans, but their eyes held a hint of resentment.

"Chief, this is clearly a good thing..." Karl got up from the ground, still wanting to argue.

Before he could finish speaking...

Karl's voice suddenly turned shrill, like a rooster being choked.

He clutched his neck tightly with both hands, his eyes bulging out and bloodshot.

"Karl, what's wrong?" His companion noticed something was wrong and reached out to pull him.

"Don't touch me...it's so hot...my bones...my bones are moving!" Karl screamed in agony.

His body convulsed, and he collapsed to the ground, rolling around.

Click!Click!

A chilling cracking sound emanated from Karl's body.

His abdomen, which had already healed, suddenly bulged high.

His skin was stretched to the point of being almost transparent, and the veins looked like black venomous snakes writhing beneath it.

Tear—!

The skin on my abdomen suddenly split open.

No internal organs were found.

A deformed arm covered in black scales and tipped with sharp bone spurs emerged from his stomach.

"ah--!"

The surrounding demons were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly.

The mutations continue.

Two dark purple tentacles covered with suckers emerged one after the other from the gill slits on Karl's cheeks, which were characteristic of the Time Demon race.

His left eyeball ruptured, and three compound eyes with a ghostly green light squeezed out of the eye socket.

In just a few seconds, Karl transformed from a normal humanoid creature into a deformed monster stitched with various biological features.

He lost his mind, and his remaining right eye was filled with destructive desires.

"Roar!" Karl let out a roar that was not human, and swung the deformed arm on his abdomen as he lunged at the nearest companion.

boom!

Without hesitation, Moore pulled the trigger.

A high-energy laser beam pierced through Karl's skull.

Karl froze.

At the edge of the large hole in the skull, a liquid metallic sheen appeared, attempting to repair the fatal wound.

But the breakdown of genes has reached its limit.

"Back off!" Moore roared, retreating rapidly.

boom--!

Karl's body burst like an overinflated balloon.

There were no scenes of blood and gore.

After his body exploded, it turned into a large pool of dark golden pus, which splashed onto the purplish-red soil.

What happened next plunged all the Time Demons into an icy abyss.

The moment the pus hit the ground.

The quiet, three-meter-tall saplings around suddenly came to life.

Countless dark red roots broke through the soil and plunged into the dark golden pus.

Accompanied by a chilling sucking sound, the pus, strong enough to corrode rocks, was sucked clean in the blink of an eye.

The sapling, soaked with pus, swayed its branches and leaves.

The liquid metallic sheen on the bark became even brighter.

They even spewed out an even denser dark golden spiritual energy once more.

It's as if it's saying: Give me some more.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The wind swept across the wasteland, bringing with it a biting chill.

All the demons stared blankly at the dried soil on the ground, their stomachs churning.

This is not a great opportunity.

This is a deadly poison!

This land is bait used to lure outsiders!

"Ugh..." A clansman who had just absorbed a lot of spiritual energy suddenly clutched his chest and dry heaved.

Several fleshy growths, the size of fingernails, had appeared on his neck at some unknown time.

The sarcoma was dark purple in color, and its surface pulsated rhythmically.

Panic erupted instantly.

"Help me! Medic! Help me! I don't want to become a monster!"

The tribesman grabbed his healing companion like a madman, his voice shrill and piercing.

Not just him.

Among the crowd, those who had just absorbed the spiritual energy of the Dark Abyss all showed varying degrees of backlash symptoms.

Some of them have hard, black carapaces growing on their arms.

Some had large bulges on their backs, as if something was about to burst out of their bodies.

Some of them had bloodshot eyes, their reason being consumed by their bloodlust.

"Calm down! Medical team, form a defensive array immediately!" Cold sweat beaded on Moore's forehead, but he knew he couldn't afford to panic.

The few remaining medics gritted their teeth and rushed forward.

Green healing light, white purifying magic, blue gene stabilizer.

All of it was dumped on those mutated members of their clan.

However, conventional treatments seem utterly ridiculous in the face of the underlying logic of the Wasteland God Realm.

The healing light fell on the tumor, not only failing to eliminate it, but also providing it with ample life energy.

The sarcoma absorbs green light, causing its growth rate to double.

It immediately swelled to the size of a fist, then burst open with a bang, revealing compound eyes.

"No! Leader! We can't suppress it! This isn't poison at all; it's a reconstruction originating at the genetic level! Our power is catalyzing it!"

The medical team leader shouted in despair.

boom! boom! boom!

Three clumps of dark golden pus burst open in the crowd.

The three clansmen who absorbed the most spiritual energy died in extreme pain as their genes collapsed and their bodies exploded.

The tree roots broke through the soil again and devoured them completely.

"Execute those with severe mutations on the spot." Moore closed his eyes and issued the cruelest order.

"Chief!" The adjutant looked at him in disbelief.

"Do you want to watch them turn into monsters and kill us all?! Do it!" Moore opened his eyes again, his eyes bloodshot.

Gunshots and magical roars echoed within the Veil of Time.

Amidst desperate curses and cries, dozens of severely mutated members of their tribe were killed by their own comrades, turning into fertilizer for the earth's veins.

After half an hour.

The chaos finally subsided.

Patches of dried, dark gold marks appeared on the wasteland.

The surrounding saplings grew more and more lush.

Moore slumped onto a rock, looking at the demoralized remnants of his army.

"Count the number of people," he said in a hoarse voice.

The adjutant, pale-faced, walked over with the battle damage recorder in hand.

"Leader...we lost 1,300 men in the storm. Just now...214 people were either mutated and exploded or executed."

"Only 1,520 people are still standing."

"Where is the medical team?"

"The medical team suffered the heaviest losses in the storm. Just now, in order to suppress the mutation, several more people collapsed from exhaustion."

"There are fewer than thirty people who can still cast spells now."

Fewer than thirty medics had to face 1,500 wounded tribesmen who were at risk of being eroded by the environment at any moment...

"What about those who got separated?" Moore asked one last question.

The adjutant was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head: "Outside the Veil of Time, there are no vital signs of any clansmen."

"Those who got separated... are all dead."

Moore gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

His demon race had roamed the starry sky for hundreds of years, plundering countless divine realms.

I've never suffered such a huge loss before!

They didn't even see the enemy's face, nor did they touch a single hair of the indigenous people's family.

I simply landed on this land and took a few breaths of air.

Our proud elite troops have lost more than half of their strength!

"What kind of hell is this place?!" A tribesman collapsed to his knees, clutching his hair and sobbing uncontrollably.

"There are no spiritual veins, no divine mines."

"There's only poisonous miasma, monsters, and these man-eating trees! We're going to die here!"

Despair spread like a plague.

Faced with death, these greedy and cunning wanderers of the stars completely lost their former ferocity.

"Stand up, all of you!" Moore stood up, drew his long sword from his waist, and cleaved the nearby rocks in two.

Stone fragments flew everywhere, hitting the armor of the tribesmen.

"Will crying save you?! Don't forget, we're inside a time-accelerated light cocoon!"

"As long as we survive this thousand years, the acceleration period will end, and the spatial barriers will show weaknesses."

"Then we can use the starship's traction coordinates to leave this place!"

Moore's gaze swept over everyone present.

"One thousand years. As long as we survive, we can sell the coordinates here to the interstellar black market."

"A divine realm capable of giving birth to such domineering laws would be offered an astronomical price by the major powers in the black market! We can still turn things around!"

The promises made by the leader offered a mere glimmer of hope to these desperate outlaws.

"The first group, fifty people, is responsible for maintaining the energy output of the Veil of Time. Absolutely no leakage of energy is allowed!"

"Second group, one hundred people, establish an outer perimeter cordon. No one is allowed to touch those red trees!"

"Medical team, cease all healing spells. Instead, use freezing spells and nerve-paralyzing agents to forcibly freeze the affected areas of those with mild mutations, slowing the rate of genetic collapse!"

Moore methodically issued a series of defensive measures.

Under his strong suppression, the remnants of the 1,500-strong army finally managed to hold their ground.

They cleared a space and built makeshift shelters using scrapped aircraft and rocks.

However, the malice of the Wasteland God Realm never ceases because of the prey's struggle.

Just when Moore thought the situation had finally stabilized, something even more serious happened.

"Leader! We can't hold it in any longer!" The medical team leader ran over, his face covered in sweat, his voice trembling with tears.

Moore strode quickly to the wounded area.

They only absorbed a tiny bit of the Dark Abyss spiritual energy.

In tribespeople who only exhibit mild symptoms, the ice layer around their wounds is cracking.

The dark purple tumor broke through the solid ice.

Without absorbing external spiritual energy, these tumors began to draw on the host's own life force as nourishment.

One of the tribesmen on the technological side had several sharp, segmented limbs growing from his thigh.

The arthropods pierced his armor and were waving unconsciously in mid-air.

"Kill me... Chief... Please kill me..." The tribesman rolled on the ground in pain, his eyes filled with pleading.

Thirty medics sat slumped on the ground, powerless to help.

Mohr felt a chill run through him as he looked at the scene before him.

Once you inhale it, the damage to your genes is irreversible.

There is no antidote, and it cannot be cured.

This is the law of the wasteland: If you can't adapt, you die.