Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Within the veil of time.

first day.

The adjutant stood on high ground in the area where supplies were piled up, scanning the busy tribespeople below.

His palms were covered in cold sweat, and the clothes he wore on the inside of his armor were soaked through.

Twenty names, twenty lives.

He had to deal with these tribesmen who had drunk the "serum" and appeared to have recovered their health within three days.

They were secretly sent through that metal door.

The first target is Hank, the array maintainer.

Hank was squatting in front of energy node number three.

He took the medicine yesterday, and the scabs on his extensively ulcerated skin have fallen off, leaving him looking refreshed.

The adjutant stepped down from the platform and came up behind Hank.

"The leader has ordered that the output power of node three needs to be increased by 15 percent."

"The concentration of poisonous miasma outside has increased again." The adjutant's voice was steady, and there was no sign of anything amiss.

Hank stood up, pounded his chest, and grinned: "Don't worry, Lieutenant! Thanks to the Chief's potion, I'm full of strength now."

"Don't even mention 15%, I can get 30% out of there!"

Hank turned around, leaving his back to his adjutant.

He reached out and turned on the energy valve.

The adjutant's left hand rested on the guide tube of the crystal nucleus base.

He activated the Time Demon Source within his body, injecting his hidden energy into the guide tube.

The rune loop inside the flow channel has become disordered.

Hank's hand had just touched the valve.

boom!

Node 3 experienced an energy overload.

Grayish-purple spiritual energy surged from the crystal core, blasting directly through Hank's chest.

Hank screamed and flew backward, crashing heavily onto the rocks.

His chest was charred black, and spiritual energy raged within him, severing his meridians.

Hearing the commotion, the surrounding tribesmen rushed over with their weapons.

"What's going on!" Bart charged ahead, sword in hand.

The adjutant rushed to Hank's side with a look of anxiety and pressed on Hank's wound.

"Energy node overload! Hank is being attacked by spiritual energy backlash! Quick, medic!"

Several medics rushed over and frantically cast an ice spell.

"His heart meridian is damaged, and the spiritual energy is destroying his body. Conventional treatments are useless," the medic reported, sweating profusely.

The adjutant made a quick decision: "Take him into the lab! The leader has a way to stabilize his genes!"

Two soldiers carried the unconscious Hank straight to the laboratory.

The metal door opened and then quickly closed again.

The adjutant stood there, staring at the tightly closed gate.

The first step was successful.

No one doubted it.

In this extremely harsh divine realm, energy node overload is commonplace.

In the afternoon, the adjutant turned his attention to the two sentries responsible for perimeter security.

Both of them were injected with the catalyst.

The adjutant, citing the need to "adjust the defensive formation," transferred them to the outermost edge of the Veil of Time, an area with the densest poisonous miasma.

Before they changed shifts, the adjutant, under the pretext of checking equipment, secretly crushed the filter chips inside their gas masks.

Half an hour later, the two sentries screamed in agony as they were exposed to the poisonous miasma.

The poison gas entered their lungs through their respiratory tract, causing their bodies to swell and dark golden blood to seep from their skin.

The adjutant arrived "just in time" with a patrol.

"The poisonous miasma has leaked! They're infected!" the adjutant shouted. "Seal off this area immediately!"

"Send them to the lab; the leader needs the latest infection samples to adjust the serum formula!"

The two sentries, in a semi-conscious state, cast grateful glances at the adjutant.

They thought they were saved.

the next day.

The adjutant's movements became more numb, but also more efficient.

He used the excuse of transporting supplies to send three tribesmen who had been injected with drugs to clean up the mutated monster corpses outside the camp.

He had planted a miniature spiritual bomb in the pile of corpses beforehand.

The explosion triggered a small-scale gas attack.

Three members of their tribe were critically injured and on the verge of death, and were naturally carried into the laboratory.

He took advantage of the panic in the camp and deliberately provoked a quarrel between two soldiers who had taken the potion and those who had not.

During the fight, the adjutant secretly fired a weapon coated with neurotoxin, causing two soldiers to lose control of their genes and convulse on the spot.

"Send it to the lab!" This has become the phrase the adjutant has uttered most often these past two days.

The tribespeople had complete faith in the adjutant's instructions.

In their eyes, the laboratory is the last safe haven.

The leader and his lieutenant are working day and night to save everyone.

Night falls.

The adjutant sat in his tent, looking at the list in his hand.

Of the twenty people, nineteen have already been eliminated.

Only one remains.

Bart.

Bart was the strongest among them and the most prestigious patrol captain in the camp.

Ordinary accidents wouldn't kill him.

The adjutant closed his eyes, and the gruesome image of Bart killing his brother Colin flashed through his mind.

He wanted to personally send this tough guy to the dissection table.

On the morning of the third day.

Bart, carrying his broadsword, prepared to lead his team to inspect the boundaries of the Veil of Time.

After drinking the potion, his left eye had fully recovered, and the Time Demon essence within his body was even more abundant than before.

The adjutant stopped him.

"Bart, send the others on patrol. You come with me." The adjutant lowered his voice, his expression grave.

Bart waved for his men to leave and followed his adjutant to a secluded corner of the camp.

"We have a lead on Captain Rein," the adjutant said, throwing out the bait.

Bart was startled, and his eyes lit up with surprise.

Ryan and his men had been gone for several days, and everyone thought they had died out there.

"Where is it?" Bart asked anxiously.

"Southwest of the curtain," the adjutant said, pointing to the leaden storm zone in the distance.

"I just detected a faint fluctuation of the Time Magic Source on the monitoring radar. The frequency is exactly the same as Captain Rein's mimicry frequency band."

"He may be injured and trapped in the poisonous miasma." The adjutant looked into Bart's eyes.

"I can't send people out in a big way, that would attract the attention of the insect swarm."

"Your strength has recovered the best; I need you to come with me to confirm."

Bart nodded without hesitation: "Let's go! Captain Ryan saved my life, I have to go."

The two evaded the patrol and quietly approached the southwestern edge of the curtain.

The outside world was still a dark red scene.

A fierce wind whipped up purplish-black sand and dust, which slammed against the energy shield of the Veil of Time.

"The fluctuation is behind that huge black rock ahead," the adjutant said, pointing to a spot about fifty meters outside the curtain.

Bart activated the miniature shield on his armor and whispered, "I'll go out and check it out. You stay here and provide backup."

Barthes stepped out of the veil of time.

He was enveloped in a high concentration of poisonous miasma, and a fierce wind raged.

Bart braved the fierce wind and walked towards the black boulder.

Fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters.

The adjutant stood behind the curtain, coldly watching Bart's retreating figure.

He slowly raised his right hand, holding a miniature signal detonator in his palm.

When Bart was maintaining his armor last night, his adjutant used the excuse of "upgrading the shield generator".

A high-energy armor-piercing grenade was installed on the back of Bart's armor.

Bart walked behind the giant rock and looked around.

There was no trace of anyone.

There were only a few remains of unknown monsters that had been drained dry by the demonic tree.

"Lieutenant! There's nothing here!" Bart turned around and shouted towards the curtain.

The adjutant looked at him and pressed the detonator down hard with his thumb.

With a bang.

The armor-piercing mine on Bart's back successfully detonated, and the explosion tore through the defensive layers of Bart's armor.

The high-energy shockwave, mixed with fragments, pierced through Bart's back.

Bart coughed up a mouthful of blood and was blasted more than ten meters away, crashing heavily onto the edge of a dark red demon forest.

"Lieutenant...why..." Bart lay on the purplish-red soil, struggling to lift his head, his face full of disbelief.

He couldn't figure it out.

Why did the adjutant want to kill him?

Could it be that the adjutant was overwhelmed by the terror of this divine realm and defected to the monsters outside? Is he trying to curry favor with them?

Bart endured the pain and tried to activate the Time Demon Source within his body to stand up.

Just then, the catalyst reached its limit.

The false prosperity brought about by overdrawing on vitality has finally collapsed.

Bart felt the genetic chains within his body breaking wildly.

His left eye, which had returned to normal, once again spewed out black poison gas.

His skin peeled off in large chunks like melting candle wax, revealing pulsating, deformed, dark purple granulation tissue underneath.

He was overwhelmed by pain.

The roots of the underground demon tree sensed the highly active aura of flesh and blood.

The soil rolled up.

A dozen or so dark red roots broke through the soil and wrapped around Bart's limbs.

The adjutant made a move.

He couldn't let Bart die outside; the leader needed live test subjects.

The adjutant activated his shield at maximum power and charged out of the curtain.

He swung a polymer alloy chain from his hand and put it around Bart's neck.

Just a second before the roots of the demon tree were about to pierce Bart's body.

The adjutant used all his strength to drag Bart out of the encirclement of the magic trees.

Dragging along the way.

Bart's body rubbed against the rough rocks and mud, leaving a long trail of blood.

The adjutant dragged the half-dead Bart back inside the curtained area and threw him on the ground like trash.

Bart's body was covered in sores, and seven or eight of his bones were broken.

His only remaining right eye was fixed on his adjutant, and a hissing sound came from his throat.

"You... betrayed... your people..." Bart managed to squeeze out a few words with all his might.

The adjutant looked at him expressionlessly.

There was no explanation, no rebuttal.

He bent down and sealed his throat.

Grabbing Bart's ankle, they dragged him toward the laboratory in the center of the camp.

Along the way, some members of the tribe witnessed this scene.

"What happened to Captain Bart?!"

"My God, how did he get so badly injured!"

The adjutant shouted, "He encountered a void rift on the outskirts! His genes have collapsed! Make way, I must get him to the leader immediately!"

The tribespeople quickly made way for them, their eyes filled with worry and awe.

They were in awe of the adjutant's decisiveness and worried about Bart's life or death.

The metal gate opened.

The adjutant dragged Bart inside.

The door slammed shut behind us, shutting out all outside noise.

The cold, white operating lights were so bright that Bart couldn't open his eyes.

The smell of blood and chemicals assaulted my nostrils.

Bart struggled to move his eyes, and his vision gradually adjusted to the light.

He saw the dissection table.

All four dissection tables were occupied.

On platform number one, Hank's upper body was sewn into the chest cavity of a hawk.

On platform number two, the bodies of two sentries were dismembered and pieced together on either side of the torso of a three-headed bat.

On platform number three...

Bart's pupils contracted sharply.

He saw Carter.

Carter's head was sewn onto the neck of a giant bat.

The metal wire pierced Carter's scalp.

Several transparent tubes were inserted into the top of his head, continuously injecting a dark blue liquid.

Carter is still alive.

His eyes were cloudy and bloodshot.

When he saw Bart being dragged in, his eyes flashed with extreme resentment and madness.

"Bart...you've been brought in too..." Carter let out a hoarse laugh in his lisping voice, a laugh that sounded worse than crying.

Bart's mind went blank.

There was no betrayal, no defection.

This is the main base of the Time Demon Clan, and this is the leader's laboratory.

Footsteps sounded.

Moore emerged from the shadows wearing a protective suit stained with bits of flesh and slime.

He was holding a high-frequency cutting knife in his hand, with blood still dripping from the blade.

"The timing is perfect. The drug's effects have worn off, and the genes have broken down to their most active state."

Mohr looked down at Bart on the ground, his movements as if he were inspecting a fine piece of fabric.

His words were like a heavy hammer, shattering all of Barthes's illusions.

That so-called serum, that so-called salvation.

The whole city says.

The adjutant did not betray the tribe.

The leader and his adjutant conspired to treat those who had drunk the potion as mere fodder for the slaughterhouse.

"Chief...you..." Bart managed to speak, but his adjutant blocked his throat, preventing him from uttering a complete sentence.

"Don't look at me like that." Moore crouched down and patted Bart's cheek with the back of the scalpel.

"Your genes have been destroyed by this divine realm. I am here to find you a new life."

Moore stood up and pointed to the liquid gold crab on the dissection table number four.

"This liquid gold crab has extremely strong bones, which can perfectly adapt to the external gravity field. Your physique is the strongest, so you two will fuse perfectly."

Bart broke down.

He personally pierced his brother Colin's heart with a greatsword.

He carried the guilt of killing his own brother in order to prevent his younger brother from becoming a mindless monster.

As a result, he himself was to have his spine cut open and stuffed into a crab shell by the very leader to whom he had sworn to serve.

"Mo...you will not...die a good death!" Bart let out a mournful roar, but no sound came out.

This unutterable roar seemed to open the gates of hell.

The stitched monsters on the dissection table began to stir.

"Liar! Butcher!"

"I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

"Kill me! Please, just kill me!"

Hank's half-body, which was inside the vulture's chest, twisted desperately, trying to break free of its restraints.

Carter pulled hard on the head attached to the bat's neck, causing the metal stitching to snap and blood to splatter.

He used all his strength to utter the most vicious curses.

"Moll! You destroyed the Time Demon Clan! You beast!"

"Lieutenant! You lackey! How can you sleep at night with your eyes closed?!"

"You chopped us up and fed us to the animals! You'll get your retribution!"

Curses, wails, and the roars of monsters.

They intertwined in the closed laboratory.

The adjutant stood still.

His face was ashen, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

These curses were like vicious curses, deeply etched into his soul.

He looked at his brothers who had once fought side by side.

Looking at their ferocious, painful, and miserable appearance.

Looking at their eyes, filled with such hatred that they wished they could devour him and drink his blood.

The adjutant's legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

He covered his face with his hands, and warm tears seeped through his fingers.

Guilt, fear, and self-loathing... all combined to break down his psychological defenses.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." The adjutant trembled, his voice choked, and his forehead slammed heavily against the floor.

"I can't... I really can't..."

Moore turned his head and gave his adjutant a cold glance.

"Stop your ridiculous tears. You think you're so kind?" Moore sneered, his eyes full of contempt.

"You lured them out and stabbed them in the back without your hand trembling at all."

Moore walked to the dissection table number three.

Pick up a transparent tube, connect one end to the liquid gold crab, and aim the other end at Bart on the ground.

"You should thank me."

Moore turned to look at the Frankenstein monster, who was cursing wildly.

His eyes were devoid of any emotion, carrying a condescending pity.

"The Time Demon race needs to continue. Your sacrifice is only right for the future of the race."

Moll pointed to the metal bulkhead, as if he could see the wasteland realm outside through the wall.

"The laws of this world are too domineering."

"We cannot resist; we can only submit."

"Only by donning the skins of these native creatures can we survive in this world!"

Moore grabbed Bart by the hair and dragged him to the dissection table like a dead dog.

Bart struggled desperately, but his festering, exhausted body couldn't muster any strength.

He stared at the foul-smelling liquid gold crab.

He looked at the cracks on the carapace that were specially prepared for him.

His faith, his pride, his perseverance shattered into pieces at that moment.

"Use... your hands." Bart stopped struggling.

He closed his eyes, a tear of blood sliding down his cheek. "Mo... I... I'll wait for you in hell."

Mohr remained expressionless.

The high-frequency cutting blade falls.

Blood gushed out!!

Bart's spine was removed.

Moore's technique was skillful, and he did not damage any key nerve bundles.

He forced Bart's mangled body into the gaps in the liquid gold crab's shell.

A large amount of dark blue stabilizer was injected.

Bart's body convulsed, and his consciousness gradually faded.

The liquid gold crab's remaining bestial instincts began to erode his spirit along his nerve ducts.