Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The clouds sank down, pressing down on the crimson wasteland.

The light was gradually drawn away by the clouds.

The temperature in the Wasteland God Realm plummeted within minutes.

The heavy metal toxic miasma in the air quickly condensed, turning into layers of black frost.

It covered the cracked soil and the dark red branches and leaves of the small trees.

The wind has changed.

The low, guttural whistle turned into a high-frequency, sharp roar.

Inside the camp, disaster struck without warning.

At the edge of the wounded area, a dozen or so Time Demons, whose wounds had been forcibly frozen by the Ice Seal Technique after only inhaling a small amount of Dark Abyss spiritual energy, began to convulse and spasm.

A network of cracks appeared on the surface of the solid ice covering their bodies.

Click!Click!

Ice shards flew everywhere.

The dark purple tumor broke through the ice and expanded at ten times the previous speed.

Three deformed heads covered with fangs sprouted from the neck of a member of the Technological Tribe.

Its head opened its mouth wide and bit the medic who was guarding it.

The medics' screams echoed through the camp.

"Suppress them! Suppress their firepower! Don't let them get into the core area!"

The adjutant drew his high-energy explosive gun from his waist and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

The pale blue laser beam precisely pierced through the three heads of the mutated race member.

The corpse fell to the ground and quickly dissolved into a pool of dark golden pus.

The high concentration of toxic gas emitted by the pus forced the surrounding tribesmen to retreat repeatedly.

Chaos spread throughout the camp.

After darkness descended, the repulsive force of the laws of the Wasteland God Realm suddenly increased.

The mutants, who had been well-controlled, had their genetic locks completely broken down.

Some people's arms transformed into metal limbs, indiscriminately slashing at their companions around them.

"Form a sword formation! Stop him!" A sword cultivator from the Immortal Cultivation faction shouted, his eyes bloodshot, as he drew his sword incantation.

Three bronze flying swords transformed into streams of light, crisscrossing and piercing through the mutant who was wielding arthropods.

Sparks flew as the metal limbs were severed from the mutant's head by the flying sword.

The headless corpse fell, and dark purple corrosive blood gushed from the cut, burning through the protective true energy of several sword cultivators who couldn't dodge in time.

Someone's abdomen split open, and swarms of black beetles crawled out, biting at any flesh they saw.

"Gravity Swamp! Earth Wall Blockade!" On the magic side, several earth mages slammed their staffs heavily on the ground.

The purplish-red soil beneath the mutant's feet liquefied, dragging half of its body underground.

Then, four earthen walls rose from the ground, sealing the scurrying beetles and their host tightly in the small space.

Another fire mage slammed a bursting fireball into the earthen wall.

After the muffled thud, only a pile of charred remains inside.

Some people didn't even have time to scream before they turned into a ball of black and blue flames, burning the surrounding cover to ashes.

The physical cultivation faction reacted in the most primitive and brutal way.

A body cultivator roared forward, his blood and qi surging like a dragon. He endured the pain of the black and blue flames burning his skin and used his arms to lock the mutated clansman who was engulfed in flames.

With a sharp "crack," he snapped his former comrade's neck with his bare hands and threw the body far outside the camp.

"Energy team! The output power of node three has decreased! Quickly replace it with a spare core!"

"Medical team, retreat! Everyone switch to live ammunition and physical attacks. Don't provoke them with high-energy weapons!"

The lieutenant ran back and forth through the crowd, his roars drowning out the explosions and the booming of spells.

His left arm was still wrapped in bandages, and blood seeped out, staining half of his armor red.

Several dark figures crashed into the outer layer of the Veil of Time.

The light from the curtain flickered intermittently.

It is a native creature that comes out to forage under the cover of darkness.

"Hold on! All systems coordinate their defense!"

The adjutant kicked a terrified guard to the ground and snatched the heavy kinetic machine gun from his hand.

Using flying swords from the cultivation side and spells from the magic side, they swept the area with the highest concentration of mutations.

Metal bullets tore through flesh, flying swords severed bones, and magic shattered armor.

The people who once fought alongside me have now become monsters that must be eliminated.

Half an hour of bloody suppression.

The camp finally returned to peace.

Hundreds of pustules of foul-smelling pus and charred remains lay scattered on the ground.

The surviving members of their tribe collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, their eyes filled with numbness.

The adjutant threw away the machine gun with its empty magazine.

He counted the number of people, and his heart clenched again.

Two hundred more people have been lost.

There are fewer than 1,300 people still breathing in the camp.

He looked up at the center of the camp.

That was a makeshift, enclosed laboratory constructed from a few pieces of armor plating.

Since Chief Moore entered before dark, there has been no sound from inside despite the chaos outside.

The adjutant sighed softly, dragging his weary body toward the laboratory.

The hatch opened.

Moore stood with his back to the hatch in front of a metal dissection table.

He held a high-frequency cutting blade in his hand, concentrating intently on dissecting the object on the table.

The adjutant crept closer.

He could see clearly what was on the dissection table.

It is a large bat that is over five meters long.

The bones were a ghastly white, and the edges of the wings were covered with sharp bone blades.

These are native creatures that Mor deliberately brought back from the wasteland after dark, when he stepped out of the Veil of Time.

The bat's chest cavity had been completely opened.

It lacks conventional internal organs.

On both sides of its spine, there are a dozen or so semi-transparent organs that resemble capsules.

On a tray next to it were a few dark red branches and leaves from a small tree.

Even after the branches and leaves were cut off, they continued to wriggle slowly in the tray, trying to absorb the surrounding air.

"Chief," the adjutant said in a low voice.

Moore did not turn around.

He cut open a translucent capsule with the scalpel in his hand.

High-frequency infrasound waves were released from the capsule, causing the metal walls of the laboratory to hum.

Mohr quickly dripped a few drops of the dark blue stabilizer to suppress the infrasound.

"Is the outside cleaned up?" Moore's voice sounded calm.

"After it was all dealt with, more than two hundred brothers died."

"The mutation rate is accelerating. After dark, the environmental pressure in this godforsaken place doubles," the adjutant reported, head bowed.

Moll gave a soft "hmm".

He put down the cutting knife and picked up a pair of tweezers.

A very thin nerve fiber was extracted from the crevices of a bat's bones and placed into a microscope.

The adjutant stood still.

He watched the leader's busy figure, his eyes twitching.

The tribesmen risked their lives outside, constantly facing the danger of genetic collapse.

Captain Raine led five core elites out to search for the antidote, their fate unknown.

As the backbone of the entire tribe, the leader hides in this safe iron shell, fiddling with the corpse of a bat.

Discontent began to fester in the adjutant's heart.

He felt that the chieftain was becoming increasingly indifferent to the fate of the tribe.

Since Ryan and the others left, Moore has been holed up in the laboratory and hasn't come out.

They ignored the camp's defenses and resource allocation, leaving him with all the mess.

But he dared not say these words aloud.

The demon race was strictly hierarchical, and with Mor's strength and methods, he could crush him in a matter of minutes.

"You think I'm cold-blooded?" Moore suddenly asked.

The adjutant froze, then quickly lowered his head: "This subordinate dares not."

Mohr turned around.

His eyes were bloodshot, his eye sockets were sunken, and his whole person exuded a kind of morbid excitement.

He pointed to the bat carcass on the autopsy table, his gaze fixed intently on his adjutant.

"You don't know anything. You think just because Ryan and his men go out, they'll definitely bring back the antidote?"

"You think you can just waltz through the outside world like a few diamond-level warriors?" Moore picked up a blood-stained rag and wiped the stains off his gloves.

"Raine and the others haven't sent back any news yet. What does that mean?"

This indicates that the level of danger outside far exceeds our expectations.

"They are very likely trapped, or even completely wiped out."

Upon hearing this, the adjutant looked up, his face deathly pale.

"We can't put the fate of the entire tribe on those six men." Moore walked up to his adjutant and patted him on the shoulder.

The blow was very forceful, causing the adjutant's wound to throb with pain.

"We need a second layer of protection. I'm dissecting this bat and studying these branches here because I'm looking for a second way."

Moore turned and pointed to the data flashing on the microscope screen.

"The genetic sequence of this bat incorporates features from at least three different species."

"It can release infrasound waves, its bone strength is comparable to that of top-grade metal, and it is immune to toxic miasma in the air."

"It has a perfect genetic stabilization system within its body."

Moore's tone gradually became more impassioned and seductive.

"As long as I can analyze the underlying logic of this stable system and extract the core material."

"I produce serum that suppresses this spiritual energy."

"At that time, we will not only be able to cure all the mutated members of our clan, but we can even use the spiritual energy here to bring about a qualitative leap in the strength of our entire clan!"

"We, the Time Demons, will complete our evolution here!"

"A thousand years is enough time for us to build an invincible army."

"Once the Time Cocoon ends, we'll emerge and sweep across the entire Starry Sky Black Market!"

The pie was drawn to be huge and round.

The adjutant was filled with excitement, and all his frustration and dissatisfaction vanished.

Looking at the leader's tired yet determined face, a wave of guilt washed over him.

The leader did not abandon them.

The leader is bearing the fate of the entire tribe in a different way!

"Understood! I will immediately arrange for men to defend the camp to the death!"

"I guarantee that no monsters will disturb your research!" The adjutant stood up straight and gave a demon salute.

"Go. Tell the brothers to hold on. Hope is just around the corner." Moore nodded.

The adjutant turned and strode out of the laboratory.

With steady steps and full of energy.

The hatch closed again.

Moore was left alone in the laboratory once again.

The excitement and fighting spirit on his face vanished without a trace.

Moore walked to the dissection table, picked up the high-frequency cutting knife, and forcefully inserted it into the bat's skull.

"Serum? Ha." Moore let out a harsh, cold laugh.

He lied to his adjutant.

He studied for hours, chopping up several bats and dozens of branches.

There is only one conclusion: the creatures of this divine realm cannot be analyzed using common sense.

This bat's genetic lock exhibits a violently locked state.

The various genetic characteristics within it are forcibly kneaded together by some supreme high-dimensional law.

There is no logic, no transition.

It's simply about being strong, tough, and toxic.

This level of creation has touched upon the very core of the divine being.

Let alone a diamond-rank Time Demon, even if a true god of humanity were to personally descend.

It is also impossible to extract the so-called "serum" from this monster.

This is an unsolvable deadlock.

As for the six people from Rennes...

Moore closed his eyes.

The connection he left with the Time Demon essence on Raine had been severed two hours ago.

It was severed completely, leaving not even a trace of soul fluctuation.

Ryan and his men are dead.

They died in the endless darkness outside and in the mouths of monsters.

Moore opened his eyes.

His hand lingered on the edge of the dissection table, a fleeting look of guilt crossing his eyes.

He led his people into this hell.

Of the thousands of elite soldiers, only a little over a thousand remain.

But this guilt lasted for less than a second before being wiped away by the indifference in his eyes.

To survive in this environment for a thousand years.

The barrier of the Time Cocoon is unbreakable.

Without supplies, without resources, even breathing will cause genetic collapse.

With 1,200 people, the daily energy and resources consumed are considerable.

Mohr turned his head, his gaze piercing through the metal bulkhead to look at the exhausted and wounded tribesmen in the camp outside.

He has thought it through and made the worst-case scenario plan.

if you can……

Mohr turned his gaze away.

He pulled the cutting knife out of the bat's skull.

The dark blue liquid clinging to the blade is rapidly corroding the metal.

Moore didn't want to think about it anymore and continued with his work.

He needs to understand the structure of these organisms more deeply.

As a measure of the feasibility of his implementation plan.