Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Mogan stood still, his eyes flaring with soul fire.

The question I just asked has been asked.

He had expected the captain to provide a hidden hiding place or an escape route that would bypass the core area.

Ryan didn't look at him.

The captain of the Time Demon Clan squad turned around, raised his sharp-edged arm, and pointed it straight ahead.

At the edge of the horizon, the central basin stretches across the land.

In the center of the basin, a massive demonic tree, large enough to obscure the sky, stands majestically.

"The reason is simple," Renn said. "The purpose of bringing you here is to go to their territory."

Ryan's finger did not deviate even slightly.

"Go to that magic tree."

Mogan was stunned.

Two seconds later, Morgan took a step back.

The heavy soles crushed the rocks on the ground.

"Captain, you're insane!" Morgan's voice suddenly rose.

He shook his head frantically, waving his arms in front of his chest.

"We're still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the Central Basin! That area is full of these monsters!"

Morgan pointed to the golden-black ocean surrounding the basin, "Millions of Berserkers! They're starting at the peak of the Gold rank!"

Morgan's breathing became rapid.

"We can't even handle a swarm of bugs on the outskirts!"

"Gangku was smashed to pieces by the liquid gold crab, and Ella was torn to pieces by the swarm of insects!"

"I even handed over my life-saving casket to barely escape with my life!"

"We can't even defeat our own marginalized tribes here, and now you want to take me to provoke the local overlord?"

Morgan retreated repeatedly, his head shaking.

"I'm not going! Absolutely not! This is practically suicide!"

Renn stood still.

His black and gold wings drooped naturally from his back, and his jet-black metallic body swallowed the surrounding light.

He did not interrupt Morgan's roar, allowing the other to vent his fear.

It wasn't until Morgan had retreated several dozen meters and the sound gradually faded that Ryan slowly turned his head.

"Are you done talking?" Renn asked in a flat tone.

Mogan shut his mouth, the soul fire in his eyes flickering uncertainly.

"Now that you've finished speaking, stand up straight." Renn's voice suddenly turned cold, revealing the authority of a captain.

He strode toward Mogan.

Although Ryan's current size is far smaller than Morgan's, the space around him trembles with every step he takes.

"Look at yourself now." Renn stopped in front of Morgan and looked up at the dark gold behemoth.

"You're behaving like a rat terrified by a stray cat, only knowing how to scurry around in the sewers."

Morgan clenched his fists, clearly dissatisfied.

"Remember who you are," Raine said, raising his voice.

Each word was like a knife, piercing Mo Gan's soul.

"You're a necromancer! You're a powerful expert who has reached the Diamond rank!"

"You are an elite member of the Time Demon race, who fought your way up by stepping over the corpses of countless beings from lower planes!"

Raine raised his hand, his blade poking at Morgan's breastplate.

"We have wandered through the starry sky for hundreds of years, plundering the spiritual veins of cultivators and slaughtering the dragons of the magical world."

"What haven't we seen?"

"Just because you've changed environments and your cultivation level has dropped slightly, you've already thrown away all the pride of the Time Demon Clan?"

Ryan's questioning made Morgan catch his breath.

"Stop with that cowardly look. The more afraid you are, the faster you'll die."

"In this divine realm, weakness will not earn you any sympathy; it will only turn you into a pile of dregs drained by the tree roots."

Morgan fell silent.

Ryan's words broke down his defenses.

He recalled the scenes of himself commanding the winds and rains in countless divine realms.

He recalled the glory of leading the undead army to raze the city to the ground.

He lowered his head, looking at his dark gold body, which contained explosive power.

A surge of violent Titan power coursed through his veins.

This body possesses the power to easily tear mountains apart, yet he trembles with the power he uses.

It looks terrible.

Morgan took a deep breath.

He forcefully suppressed the surging fear in his heart and reassembled the scattered soul fire.

The dark gold body stopped trembling and stood upright.

"Captain, I understand." Morgan's voice returned to its low tone. "I was too impetuous and too cowardly just now."

He looked directly into Ryan's eyes.

"What's your solution?"

Raine watched as Morgan regained his composure and nodded slightly.

He turned around and looked again at the central basin in the distance.

"Based on my observations over the past two days, this dominant race is completely different from the insects on the periphery," Raine began to explain his deductions.

"The Zerg live at the bottom; they have to face harsh environments and fight against natural enemies."

"Therefore, they evolved a tight mental network, uniting them to turn the entire species into a sophisticated war machine."

Raine pointed to the freaks that were fighting wildly in the basin.

But they don't need it.

"They were born to be the rulers of this divine realm."

"They occupy the core area with the most concentrated spiritual energy, and no external enemy dares to invade here."

What do species do when they lose external pressure?

Morgan followed Renn's gaze.

Thousands upon thousands of monstrous demons rolled in the mud, their fists clashing and tearing at each other.

"Internal strife," Morgan uttered.

"To be precise, it's raising poisonous insects," Raine corrected.

"They are arrogant and complacent, and they admire the ultimate individual strength."

"They divided the entire central basin into countless ring-shaped regions."

Renn drew concentric circles in mid-air.

"The outermost layer is the battlefield of the Golden Peak. The victor absorbs the energy of the loser and advances to the next level."

"Further in, there is the territory of the Platinum tier. And so on."

"Each layer represents a higher concentration of spiritual energy, more core resources, and an absolute level of strength."

Morgan's eyes lit up; he began to understand Ryan's line of thinking.

"What about the antidote?" Morgan asked the most crucial question.

"The Demon Tree." Renn's gaze locked onto the tree trunk that pierced the sky.

"Those dark red saplings on the periphery are all symbiotic offspring of this demonic tree."

"The source of all the violent spiritual energy in this divine realm, and the substances that caused the mutations in our people, lies within it."

Raine spoke with certainty.

"Where venomous snakes roam, there is always an antidote within seven steps. This is the most fundamental ecological balance law in the universe."

"Since the mutation originated from the Demon Tree, the essential substance that can stabilize the gene sequence and suppress the mutation must exist on the Demon Tree itself."

"The antidote will definitely appear once we get there."

Upon hearing this, Mo Gan's heart began to pound uncontrollably.

The logic is complete.

But he still had concerns.

"Captain, even if they are not united, even if they are hierarchical."

"But the core members inside are incredibly powerful. Can we defeat them?"

Renn let out a cold laugh.

"I have carefully sensed it, and the strongest of the core members of this overlord clan is only at the Diamond rank; no creature of theirs has broken through to the extraordinary level."

Raine extended his blade and made a feint slash in mid-air.

"The demon tree has no intelligence; it will not attack on its own initiative."

"The Demon race values ​​one-on-one combat and despises gang fights. As long as we abide by their rules, we will not be besieged."

"We only need to do one thing."

Raine turned to look at Morgan, his eyes flashing with ambition and murderous intent.

"Apply it layer by layer."

"Use their most prized weapon—force—to shatter their skulls."

"Absorb their energy and rise to the core of this species."

"By then, we will not only obtain the antidote, but also monopolize the most core resources of this divine realm."

Renn opened his arms.

"The best of both worlds."

Morgan's breathing became heavy.

Ryan's words outlined a clear path to breaking the deadlock for him.

If it's really as the captain said.

You don't need to face the onslaught of hundreds of thousands of monsters; you only need one-on-one duels.

What is he afraid of?

He was once a high-ranking Diamond-level necromancer.

Even though his realm has fallen, his understanding of the laws and his control over the rhythm of battle remain.

They are far superior to these native creatures who only know how to fight on instinct.

As long as he doesn't get ganged up on, he has a hundred ways to crush opponents of the same level.

but……

Morgan's gaze returned to the golden-black ocean.

The crushing defeat I had just experienced was still lingering in my mind.

The Zerg's pervasive mental network caused him to have a severe crisis of trust in the racial talent of "mimicry".

What if the Berserker also has similar countermeasures?

What if he were attacked by tens of thousands of monstrous demons as soon as he stepped into the basin?

This instinctive fear of the unknown environment prevented him from taking the first step.

Raine noticed Morgan's hesitation.

The power of words to incite is ultimately limited.

For a homeless person who has just survived a life-or-death ordeal.

Only the bloody truth can truly dispel his doubts.

"Watch closely."

Ryan uttered three words.

His black and gold wings unfolded behind him.

Renn's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

Mogan stared wide-eyed at the outermost edge of the basin.

Several kilometers away.

A battle circle consisting of dozens of peak-level golden berserkers is currently engaged in a chaotic battle.

Dirt flew everywhere, and dark golden blood splattered all over the place.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the void.

Raine appeared in the very center of the battle circle.

He did not unleash any magic, nor did he utilize the original power of the demon race.

He intervened in the battle entirely using the physical body of this Shadow Demon.

A monstrous demon, eight meters tall, noticed the uninvited guest.

It roared and swung its arms, smashing them down on Renn's head.

Renn slightly turned his body, his right arm becoming a blur as he cut into the gap in the opponent's defenses.

puff!

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out.

Raine's black blade pierced straight through the chest of the Dark Gold Fiend.

The demon froze.

Ryan flipped his wrist.

Click!

With a cracking sound of bones breaking, Renn ripped apart the other man's heart.

He pulled his arm out, bringing with him a large spurt of dark golden, scalding blood.

The massive body of the Dark Gold Demon collapsed with a crash.

Sold out instantly.

Pure physical crushing.

Raine stood beside the corpse, letting the blood spray all over him.

He tilted his head back and made an expression of enjoyment.

After doing all this, Renn raised his head and looked around.

Mo Gan's heart was in his throat.

He was terrified that they would attack him en masse at any moment.

However, the anticipated encirclement and suppression did not occur.

The surrounding demons stopped moving.

The vertical pupils looked at Raine, then at the corpse on the ground, and then at the powerful aura emanating from Raine.

Several of the most powerful demons closest to Renn took two steps back, clearing a path leading deeper into the basin.

They acknowledged Renn's strength.

The victors advance, the losers turn to dust. This is the ironclad rule of the Demon Clan.

Renn ignored these gold-tier cannon fodder.

He stepped over the corpse and strode toward the next level of the basin.

Mogan watched the entire process from a distance.

His body began to tremble again.

This time, however, it wasn't out of fear, but out of excitement.

It really worked.

There was no mental network scanning, no alarms, and no mob fighting.

These violent demons rely entirely on their aura and sheer force to determine their kind.

As long as they have the same gene sequence and can demonstrate enough power, they can run rampant in this race.

Morgan looked down at her hands.

His previously invincible talent for mimicry, a trait he once possessed, was repeatedly thwarted by the Zerg, plunging him into despair.

But now, in this territory belonging to the overlord, the role of mimicry has once again demonstrated its value.

Perfectly integrated, perfectly infiltrated.

They can openly plunder the most core resources of this divine realm!

A flame of hope ignited in Morgan's chest.

Fuck the bugs, fuck the fear.

I am a proud space raider!