Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

When the demons grew segmented limbs from their thighs, they lay in the mud.

His name is Colin.

The newly grown black limbs flailed wildly in mid-air, and the tumor spread upwards along his waist and abdomen, about to climb up to his neck.

Moore stared at Colin's contorted face.

He gripped the long sword at his waist, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

The more than one thousand surviving members of the clan all remained silent and looked in this direction.

"Kill him," Moore said in a hoarse, dry voice.

He roamed the starry sky for hundreds of years, killing countless humans, demigods, and alien natives.

The Time Demons are wanderers who live on the edge, and death is nothing new to them.

But this bizarre environment drove them mad and caused them to mutate.

Ultimately, the execution was carried out by their own people, which completely crossed their psychological bottom line.

Upon hearing those three words, Colin stopped struggling.

His violently heaving chest calmed down.

A sense of relief appeared on his face, which was covered in cold sweat and burn marks.

A demon warrior wielding a broadsword stepped forward.

He is Colin's older brother, Bart.

Bart walked up to Colin, gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and pressed the tip of the sword against Colin's heart.

His hands were shaking violently.

"Brother." Colin looked up at Bart, his tone surprisingly calm.

"Help me take care of the family. My younger brother isn't well, so please make sure he eats more in the future."

"I have some savings hidden in the third secret compartment of the Starship's lower deck. Take it all."

Bart gritted his teeth, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Let's get started, bro. Something's trying to come out of there, it's so itchy." Colin closed his eyes.

Bart roared and exerted force with both hands at the same time.

The broadsword pierced Colin's heart, pinning him to the ground.

Colin's body twitched, then gradually went limp.

The waving black limbs lost their power and drooped to the ground.

The surrounding Time Demons all lowered their heads, their eyes filled with reluctance and a sense of sorrow for the passing of their kind.

Bart loosened his grip on the sword hilt, his legs buckled, and he knelt beside the corpse.

He reached out, preparing to gather his brother's body and bring it back to the Starship.

The change occurred at that very moment.

As soon as Colin's body shed its first drop of blood mixed with dark golden pus, the surrounding dark red saplings suddenly erupted.

The soil rolled up.

Hundreds and thousands of dark red roots broke through the soil.

They moved so fast that they couldn't be seen with the naked eye, and instantly wrapped around Colin's corpse.

"Get out of the way!" Bart shouted, his eyes wide with rage, as he swung his fist at the tree roots.

His fist slammed into the tree root, producing a dull thud as metal struck metal.

The surface of the tree roots shimmered with the luster of liquid metal, yet remained completely undamaged.

With a series of sucking sounds, Colin's body shriveled up at a visible speed.

Flesh, internal organs, bones...

Even the newly mutated black segment was forcibly dissolved and devoured by these roots.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

Bart hadn't even had a chance to draw his broadsword yet.

Colin disappeared.

All that remained was an empty, tattered suit of armor and a greatsword stuck in the dirt.

After consuming yet another high-level body, the dark red sapling swayed its branches and leaves.

The liquid metallic luster on the tree bark became even more dazzling, and a richer, dark golden stream of air gushed out from the pores.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Then, the suppressed emotions finally erupted.

"Holy shit!"

A grumpy, tech-savvy demon had bloodshot eyes.

He raised his arm, and the miniature plasma cannon at his wrist instantly charged.

The pale blue light was aimed at the nearest dark red sapling.

"I'll fucking kill you bastards!"

Not just him.

Dozens of tribesmen, losing control of their emotions, drew their weapons.

The flying swords on the cultivation side clanged, while fireballs on the magic side condensed in the palm of the hand.

They accepted dying in such harsh conditions.

This is the destiny of a wanderer of the stars.

But in front of everyone, they ate the corpses of their tribesmen who had just died, leaving not even a bone fragment.

This ending, where they didn't even deserve a grave, undoubtedly shattered their last remaining sanity.

boom!

Just as the tech-savvy member was about to pull the trigger, a silver-gray afterimage appeared in front of him, spanning dozens of meters.

Moore kicked the other man in the chest.

With a cracking sound of bones breaking, the tribesman was sent flying more than ten meters away, crashing heavily onto the rocks, and the plasma cannon's charging was forcibly interrupted.

"Chief! What are you doing!"

"They even ate Colin's body! I'm going to burn this forest down!"

The surrounding tribesmen roared in anger, their weapons subtly pointing at Mor.

"Put down your weapons, you fucking idiots!" Moore's roar was like thunder.

He drew his long sword from his waist, the blade pointing directly at his enraged tribesmen.

"Are you guys out of your minds?!"

Mohr pointed to the dark red saplings swaying in the wind around him, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly! These trees are not independent entities!"

"Their underground root systems are all interconnected!"

"A single hair can affect the whole body! This is a complete network of ley lines!"

"If you dare to touch even a single tree, all the roots within this radius of dozens of miles will sprout from the ground!"

"At that time, all 1,500 of us will become their nourishment!"

Mohr's blade pointed at the empty suit of armor.

"Why did Colin choose to die? He did it to cut off the source of the mutation, so as not to drag the entire camp down with him! He risked his life to save you all!"

"By provoking these trees, you are trampling his life underfoot!"

"If you want to die, don't drag everyone down with you!"

The leader's angry curses were piercing to the heart.

The enraged tribesmen stood frozen in place, their weapons feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds.

They looked in the direction Moore was pointing.

My gaze passed through the edge of the veil of time, looking towards the distant wasteland.

Dark red saplings covered the mountains and fields.

One tree after another, stretching all the way to the end of the leaden-gray clouds.

Densely packed, endless.

Everywhere you look, there are these man-eating plants.

A sense of powerlessness washed over everyone.

The flying sword fell to the ground, and the fireball extinguished in his palm.

The tech-savage who had been kicked away clutched his chest and lay on the ground, wailing loudly.

There is nowhere to escape.

Their starships are anchored outside; they have plundered countless resources from the stars.

But here, they couldn't even find a safe zone where they could settle down and make a living.

Looking at his tribesmen who had lost their will to fight, Mor slowly sheathed his sword.

He turned around, his back to the crowd.

His hands were clenched tightly, his nails digging deep into the flesh of his palms, and blood dripped down between his fingers.

regret.

Endless regret spread through Moore's heart.

Why would he covet a divine object that could extract energy from the void?

Why lead the entire clan's elite forces to tear open this barrier of time?

He thought it was a one-sided massacre and plunder.

However, he ended up leading his people into a hell where there was no chance of survival.

They are not hunters.

They are just the lowest level of food on this land.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Only the suppressed, low cries of pain from the wounded echoed through the camp.

Just as this feeling of despair was about to crush everyone.

A steady set of footsteps broke the despair.

Six figures emerged from behind the crowd and approached Mor.

These are six Diamond-rank Time Demon elites.

They were the strongest core fighting force in the entire wanderer camp, apart from Mor.

The man in the lead was named Ryan.

He wore a heavy suit of armor covered in defensive runes, and had an old scar across his nose.

"Chief." Raine placed one hand on his chest and gave a standard tribal military salute.

Mohr turned his head and looked at his six old subordinates who had followed him in battle for many years.

"We can't just sit here and wait." Renn's voice was steady and powerful, revealing a resolute determination.

"The energy of the Veil of Time will eventually run out, and the medics won't be able to hold out for long either."

"The mutations in the bodies of those brothers who have inhaled spiritual energy are only temporarily suppressed and could erupt at any time."

"What are you trying to say?" Moore stared at him.

"We need to go out," Raine said, pointing to the crimson wasteland beyond the curtain. "To explore this divine realm and find the antidote."

Upon hearing this, all the surrounding clansmen raised their heads.

"Go out? It's all poisonous miasma and those man-eating trees outside. Going out is just suicide!" the adjutant couldn't help but exclaim.

Ryan ignored the adjutant and kept his eyes fixed on Moore.

"Leader, we have plundered the worlds of the cultivation side and know that they have a theory of Tai Chi Yin and Yang, mutual generation and mutual restraint."

"Where venomous snakes roam, there is always an antidote within seven steps."

"Although the laws of this divine realm are domineering and strange, as long as it is a complete world, it must follow the underlying logic of ecological balance."

Ryan pointed to the dirt on the ground.

"The fact that this dark abyss energy can cause mutations means that it contains extremely high-level laws of life reconstruction."

"Since it can forcibly reconstruct our genes, there must be some kind of primordial substance within this divine realm that can stabilize gene sequences!"

Moore fell silent.

Ryan's analysis is logically flawless.

No world can exist solely of destruction; there must be coexistence.

But theory is one thing, reality is another.

"Even if there is an antidote, how will you find it? Can you withstand the harsh conditions outside?"

Moore's tone softened slightly, but it was still full of worry.

Ryan smiled.

The scar on his face twisted with his smile, revealing an inexplicable confidence.

"Chief, have you forgotten the very foundation upon which our Demon Race has been able to establish itself in the starry sky?"

The words fell.

A strange spatial ripple suddenly appeared on the surface of Raine's body.

His bones crackled and reassembled, and his grayish-white skin was quickly covered by a layer of dark purple carapace.

His body grew taller, his arms transformed into sharp arthropods, the gill slits on both sides of his cheeks closed, and two whiskers grew from his forehead.

In just a few seconds.

Raine transformed from a Time Demon into a Zerg monster exuding a strong abyssal aura.

Even his aura and energy fluctuations became in harmony with the surrounding environment.

Mimicry.

This is the core racial talent awakened by the Time Demon race after breaking through to the Diamond rank.

They can change more than just appearance.

It can even temporarily replicate the characteristics of the target organism at the genetic level, perfectly integrating into the ecosystem of any divine realm.

It is precisely because of this unpredictable infiltration capability.

This is why the Demon Clan has been able to repeatedly succeed in the universe and become a thorn in the side of various major powers.

"As long as we find a native creature on the outskirts and complete the mimicry."

Raine returned to his original appearance, his eyes resolute. "We can then fool the world's rules of rejection and swagger in."

Mohr looked at Raine, then at the five diamond-level elites behind him, whose eyes were equally determined.

He knew very well that in this strange divine realm, taking even one more step was like dancing on a knife's edge.

Touching any plant could lead to its demise.

He didn't want to see any more sacrifices.

But looking back at his people in the camp, enduring immense pain and on the verge of mutating and exploding at any moment, he knew he had no other choice.

It's better to fight for your life than to wait to die.

Moore took a deep breath and nodded emphatically.

"Go."

He walked up to Renn and patted the other's shoulder armor.

"Remember, don't be greedy for battle, and don't go too deep. Once you find something that can suppress the mutation, retreat immediately."

Moore stared intently into Renn's eyes.

"Be careful, be very careful. Things here cannot be judged by common sense."

Renn nodded emphatically.

The six diamond-ranked elites turned and walked toward the edge of the Veil of Time.

They checked their equipment and suppressed their aura to a minimum.

Then, six figures, like ghosts, passed through the gray light curtain and stepped into the purplish-red wasteland filled with the unknown and malice.