Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The peace beneath the Star Spirit Monument has vanished.

Thick blood seeped from Gangku's eyes as he released his suppression of the Time Demon's essence.

The powerful blood energy belonging to the diamond-level body cultivator surged and churned in his veins.

"You really think I'm afraid of you bunch of beasts!"

Gangku roared.

His bronze skin cracked inch by inch, and dark purple Time Demon blood flowed out, but it did not drip onto the ground.

All of them floated in mid-air, transforming into blood-red runes that were re-imprinted onto his bones.

Forbidden Technique: Burning Blood and Shattering Stars.

His height increased to five meters, and every muscle swelled to its maximum.

A platinum-rank bladed insect, over ten meters long, suddenly attacked from the side, its two bone scythes tearing through space and aiming straight for Gangku's head.

Gangku neither dodged nor avoided.

He raised his right arm, spread his fingers, and grabbed the falling bone sickle.

The power of the laws of spatial cutting destroyed his palm, leaving it bleeding profusely and the bone visible.

Gangku didn't even flinch.

He grinned maliciously, his arm muscles bulging.

Click!

He snapped the seemingly indestructible bone sickle in two with his bare hands.

Gangku took a step forward, his body shattering the sound barrier, and rushed directly into the Blade Bug's embrace.

He unleashed a barrage of punches.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There are no fancy techniques involved.

The blade beetle's dark purple carapace shattered inch by inch under Gangku's iron fist.

In a mere second, Gangku unleashed over a hundred punches, smashing the Platinum-rank Zerg elite into a bloody pulp.

But this is meaningless.

One blade beetle died, and dozens more heavy beetles swarmed around it.

The Titan patterns on their backs lit up simultaneously, as if gravitational fields were superimposed.

The ground beneath Gangku's feet collapsed, and a thousand times the force of gravity pressed down on his shoulders.

"Break it for me!"

Gangku planted his feet firmly in the mud, twisted his waist and abdomen, and swept out with his right leg, leaving a blood-red afterimage.

The power of qi and blood transformed into a tangible shockwave, sweeping the three heavy beetles at the front in half.

The accompanying recoil caused Gangku to spit out a mouthful of blood, and three of his ribs broke.

he does not care a straw.

Images of his past raids on the stars flashed through Gangku's mind.

He once single-handedly stormed into a low-level cultivation world and crushed the guardian beast of that world with his bare hands.

He climbed step by step to the diamond tier, step by step, over countless corpses and plundering resources.

He adhered to only one principle:

Power is everything. Anyone who dares to stand in his way, he will kill.

"That coward Morgan!" Gangku cursed inwardly as he fought. "If he had stayed to help me, we could definitely have taken that stone tablet together!"

"He's a spineless good-for-nothing, he deserves to be stuck at the bottom of society his whole life!"

He never considered that his own greed was the original sin.

He only believed that others had betrayed him and that the world had been unfair to him.

In the sky, hundreds and thousands of black-gold bladed-feathered demonic vultures swooped down.

They did not engage in close combat; they all hovered in mid-air, constantly flapping their wings.

A dense web of void wind blades wove together, descending upon them.

Gangku roared to the sky.

He gathered all the remaining energy and blood in his body into his fists and unleashed the most powerful strike of his life against the net of emptiness.

A crimson fist-shaped aura shot into the sky, colliding head-on with the void wind blade.

Meanwhile, Ella also faced her final moment.

Her mage robes had been completely reduced to ashes.

Black, stagnant water flowed from the pierced wound in his abdomen.

The venom is eroding her magical pathways.

Ella looked around at the endless monsters and the swarms of insects filling the gaps with their lives.

She finally understood that the power of the Diamond Rank was pitifully insignificant in the face of this divine realm.

She gripped the last remaining half of the staff tightly in her hand.

"I don't want to die here..."

A tear slid down Ella's cheek.

She bit her tongue and used her blood essence to quickly draw complex magical runes in the void.

The multi-elemental magic core within her body began to tremble, its surface covered with cracks.

A diamond-rank mage's desperate attack.

"Elemental Sacrifice!"

Ella screamed shrilly as she deliberately detonated her demonic core, which she had cultivated for hundreds of years.

Wind, fire, water, and earth.

The four distinct elemental forces lost all balance in an instant.

Centered on Ella, it rapidly collapsed outwards, and then erupted.

A colorful ball of light rose from the sea of ​​insects.

An elemental storm covered an area of ​​about one kilometer in radius.

High temperatures melt the soil into magma, while extreme cold freezes the magma into ice, and gales carry sharp soil spikes.

All divine beings within the blast radius were crushed into fragments.

Tens of thousands of Zerg, along with aerial and aquatic creatures, were annihilated by this attack.

The light dissipated.

Ella's mangled body lay on the edge of the charred crater.

Her lower body had disappeared, leaving only half of her body.

Her life force was rapidly fading, and her vision was becoming blurred.

In the last moments of his life.

Ella's mind flashed back to Morgan as he left.

That teammate who always remained calm and always put his people first.

She regretted it.

If only I had listened to Morgan's advice and turned away.

She is probably still searching for an antidote, and perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope.

Her greed for the power of the Star Monument and her desire for the elusive "qualitative leap" blinded her.

"I'm sorry..." Ella's lips moved slightly as she uttered the last three words.

Her pupils slowly dilated.

Not far from her, the battle in Gangku also came to an end.

The crimson fist energy pierced through the void net, but Gangku had also exhausted his last bit of strength.

A massive, vibrating liquid gold crab emerged from the ground, its metal pincers clamping down on Gangku's waist.

"I... refuse to accept this!"

Gangku's bloodshot eyes widened as he gripped the liquid gold crab's pincers with both hands, attempting a final struggle.

Click!

The liquid gold crab tightened its pincers, snapping Gangku's body in half.

His upper body fell to the ground, his arms flailing unconsciously for a couple of moments before stiffening.

Even in death, his face retained an arrogant and resentful expression.

The battle is over.

Hundreds of thousands of divine beings returned to peace.

They didn't even glance at the two mutilated corpses on the ground, and returned to their previous positions to continue gazing up at the Star Spirit Monument.

Hundreds of worker insects crawled out from underground.

They clamped the pieces of Gangku and Ella's bodies with their mouthparts and quickly transported them toward the New World.

Millions of kilometers away, on the edge of the central basin of the New World.

Soon, the worker insects transported the remains of Gangku and Ella to the front of the altar.

The Overlords' mental network activated, and invisible mental tentacles swept over the two remains.

Information and data are flowing and interacting wildly in 40,000 brains.

"High-level energy fluctuations detected. Energy level assessment: Diamond rank."

"Individual One: The energy is expressed as pure physical strength, with extremely high muscle fiber density."

"Individual Two: Its energy manifestation is the resonance of external elements, and it contains energy crystals within its body."

"A deep dive into the genetic level..."

The dominant insects quickly began their analysis.

The latest gene sequencing results came from the Empress Dowager's side.

"Warning! Anomaly detected!"

"The two individuals have completely different surface energy expressions, but their core genetic origins are 100% identical."

Conclusion: These two individuals belong to the same species.

The mental frequency bands of the 40,000 Overlord Insects experienced violent fluctuations.

This is an emotion similar to human "excitement".

Having lived in the Wasteland God Realm for so long, they had never seen any kind of creature.

It is possible to evolve such a completely different power system while keeping the core genes unchanged.

The Empress Dowager began to extract information at a deeper level.

A few minutes later, a brand new gene fragment was extracted and presented in the mental network of the Overlord Insects.

[Mimicry gene].

"This gene possesses perfect camouflage capabilities. It can temporarily replicate the characteristics of a target organism at the genetic level, altering its own energy fluctuations and external form."

The computing power of the Overlord Insects has nearly reached its limit.

They began to match this mimicry gene with the biggest strategic challenge currently facing the swarm.

The dark blue karmic fire of the far north.

The insect swarm is undergoing a long process of genetic selection in order to cross that scorched earth of magma.

Every day, hundreds of thousands of Zerg are reduced to ashes in the flames, all in the hope that one worker Zerg will mutate into a fire-resistant gene.

Even the Zerg, with their astonishing reproductive capacity, found this kind of war of attrition difficult.

But now, a way to break the deadlock has emerged.

"Deduction begins."

"If the insect swarm merges with the [mimicry gene], the worker insects can directly mimic the Fire Spirit."

"In the mimicry state, one is immune to the burning of the dark blue karmic fire."

"Survival rate increased to 99%. Resource acquisition efficiency increased ten thousandfold."

"The simulation is complete; the strategic objective has changed."

Forty thousand Dominator Insects raised their heads simultaneously.

An invisible mental storm spread from the New World to the entire Wasteland God Realm.

The edge of the far north.

The formation of heavy beetles, which was queuing up to walk towards the magma and scorched earth, suddenly stopped.

They turned around, straddled their limbs, and left the sea of ​​fire without a second thought.

A tributary of the Styx River.

The swarm of blade worms, which were fighting the bone fish, suddenly abandoned their prey and disappeared into the void.

The entire Zerg race in the divine realm received the highest command at the same time.

"The Far North Volcano Gene Refining Project is suspended."

"Search the entire domain for unknown intruders."

"Capture live samples at all costs."

"Extract the [Mimicry Gene], and the entire race will evolve!"

The swarm has gone mad.

Tens of millions of Zerg are scattered across every corner of the wasteland.

They burrow underground, fly into the sky, and even dive into the River Styx.

They no longer fight for territory and food; their only goal now is...

It's about finding those "imposters" hiding in the shadows.

……

Deep in the crimson wasteland.

Within the camp shrouded by the veil of time, only an impenetrable despair remained.

In the past three days alone, more than seventy members of the Time Demon Clan have died from the backlash of mutation.

The medical team is now defunct.

The remaining twenty-odd medics were exhausted and collapsed in the corner of the bunker, too weak to even move a finger.

The adjutant stood in front of the energy control console in the center of the camp, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the data flashing on the screen.

"Lieutenant! The energy reserves of node number three have fallen below the red line!" a clansman responsible for maintaining the formation shouted hoarsely.

"Fill in all the spare crystal cores! Quickly!" the adjutant roared.

He turned his head and looked out of the veil of time.

Outside the hazy light curtain, the purplish-red wasteland had been turned upside down.

Swarms of heavy beetles, like bulldozers, leveled all the rocks on the ground.

In the sky, countless plasma worms shuttled back and forth, releasing beams of eerie blue electric grids that carpet-scanned the ground.

In the past few days, the Zerg's behavior has been completely abnormal.

They seemed to abandon all their daily activities and, like mad hunting dogs, sniffed around the wasteland.

On several occasions, several Blade Insects even crawled along the edge of the Veil of Time.

The sudden fluctuations in the void so close at hand terrified the people in the camp that they didn't dare to even breathe.

In order to avoid being discovered by these crazy insects.

The adjutant could only order the energy output of the Veil of Time to be increased further, raising the concealment level to the highest level.

But this is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst.

The energy core reserves in the camp are being depleted at a visible rate.

Once the crystal cores are exhausted and the veil of time breaks, these thousand-plus people will be exposed to the swarm of insects.

"adjutant."

A deep voice sounded from behind.

The adjutant turned around; it was Bart.

The greatsword warrior who killed his own brother Colin with his own hands.

Bart's armor was stained with dried blood.

His left eye was gouged out by mutants during the previous internal turmoil, leaving only a bloody hole.

Behind Bart followed several hundred wounded Time Demon warriors.

Their eyes were numb and empty, yet they possessed a ferocity akin to that of a dying wild beast.

"Bart, what are you doing here with your men? Get back to your lines!" the adjutant shouted sternly.

Bart didn't move; his only remaining right eye stared intently at the adjutant.

"Captain Ryan and the others have been gone for five days," Bart said softly.

The adjutant paused for a moment, then forced himself to remain calm: "Captain Raine and his team are searching for the antidote. This divine realm is too vast; it will take time."

"Don't lie to us," Bart interrupted him. "We're wanderers, not fools."

"No news has come back for five days, and those monsters outside don't even spit out bones. They're all long dead."

A sob was heard from the crowd.

The hero has not returned.

This was the final straw that broke their psychological defenses.

"Even if Rein and the others are dead, the leader is still here!" The adjutant raised his voice, trying to use Mor's prestige to suppress the despair.

"The leader is in the lab researching a serum! Once the serum is developed, we can cure the mutation and survive!"

"Serum?" Bart sneered, pointing to a pool of pus that had just dissolved not far away.

"You've been bringing up serum every day for the past few days."

"But what was the result? The brothers still rotted away one after another."

Bart stepped forward and said loudly:

"Lieutenant, we are not afraid of death. But we don't want to hide in this shell and wait to die like worms."

"Go ask the chief," Bart said, pointing to the tightly closed metal gate deep inside the camp. "Go ask him how far along the serum research is."

"If they can't figure it out, then let him take charge!"

"Yes! Bring the leader out!"

"We need to know the truth!"

"At worst, we'll charge out and fight those bugs!"

Hundreds of soldiers stepped forward simultaneously, their voices echoing throughout the camp.

Public sentiment was high, and the situation was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

Looking at the group of tribesmen with bloodshot eyes, the adjutant knew that the promises were no longer worth making.

Once the foundation of trust collapses, this remnant army will fall apart in an instant.

"it is good."

The adjutant nodded in agreement, suppressing the panic in his heart.

"I'll go see the chief right away."

He turned around and walked toward the sealed laboratory at the deepest part of the camp.

With each step he took, the adjutant's heart sank a little deeper.

He knew better than anyone that Chief Moore had been completely silent for the past few days.

He had no idea whether behind that door lay the life-saving serum or another abyss.

The adjutant arrived at the metal gate.

He stopped, straightened his somewhat damaged armor, and calmed himself down.

He raised his hand and pressed it on the access control switch.

laugh--

The sound of the airlock being depressurized rang out, and the metal doors slid open to both sides.

The adjutant held his breath and stepped inside.