Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

"How many seconds do you think this wasteland can last?"

"Conservatively speaking, it will take ten seconds. The first wave of dire wolves will charge in, and the gray goblins will be routed."

Zhao Tianze crossed his arms, slightly raised his chin, and looked at the big screen.

The main screen changed, then switched to Lin Yuan's divine realm.

What greeted the eyes of the entire audience was an extremely oppressive dark red.

Ashes drifted in the sky year-round, and the light was dim.

The earth was covered with scorched cracks, from which flowed pungent, foul-smelling poisonous water.

In the very center of the basin stands a towering tree, thirty meters tall, its bark undulating like the texture of human muscles.

Beneath the tree roots, a huge stone pit was churning with scarlet blood.

The entire divine realm exuded an indescribable evil and deathly stillness.

The major on the left, his hands gripping the railing, stared in disbelief: "This is a student's nascent divine realm? The concentration of poisonous gas and the chaos of its laws are even worse than some of the abysses on the front lines!"

Lei Yan was also stunned; he recognized the tree at a glance.

The Abyss Rotten Flesh Tree.

The tree branch that was sent to Lin Yuan yesterday has grown into a 30-meter-tall adult today?

How much flesh and blood fertilizer did this kid dump in the God Realm?

Before everyone could react, the void above the matrix cracked open.

The first wave of monster projections descended.

Ten enormous Abyss Wolves, their bodies engulfed in black flames, landed on the scorched earth.

As per the conventions set by the matrix, the first thing they did upon landing was to roar to the sky and unleash the pressure of the abyss.

A two-meter-tall demonic wolf opened its blood-red maw, its chest bulging, and took a breath.

"Ouch—cough cough cough cough!"

The toxic miasma from the wasteland, mixed with mutated spore toxins, was poured into its lungs.

The wolf's howl turned into a dry cough, and dark red blood clots spurted from its mouth. It knelt on the ground, its limbs trembling.

The more than 3,000 students in the audience were stunned.

"Holy crap? Monsters can't adapt to the environment?" Fatty Wang rubbed his eyes, his face blank.

Before anyone could react...

"roar--!"

A roar a hundred times more ferocious than that of a demon wolf exploded from the blood pool.

Dark red blood shot into the sky, and a terrifying black shadow, over four meters tall, leaped out and crashed down in front of the ten demonic wolves.

The earth trembled violently, and the charred rocks shattered.

The tyrant spewed out high-temperature steam from his entire body.

Without any weapon in hand, it reached forward and grabbed the coughing wolf by the neck.

Click.

The wolf's neck was crushed.

The tyrant casually tossed the mangled corpse of the demon wolf behind him, where it crashed into the roots of the rotting flesh tree.

The tree roots coiled upwards, draining the corpse dry in the blink of an eye.

The next second, a dense chorus of greedy roars echoed from the camp surrounding the rotting flesh tree.

A thousand goblins, each over two meters tall and covered in obsidian armor, surged forth like a flood.

There were no tactics, no formations.

Only an extreme craving for flesh and blood.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and they brandished thick bone spears and armored shields as they pounced on the remaining nine-headed demon wolves.

On the big screen, a scene appeared that sent chills down everyone's spines and was unforgettable for a lifetime.

The abyssal wolf, which was invincible in other divine realms and tore apart countless civilian families, was like a piece of fat meat falling into a swarm of piranhas.

Dozens of goblins pounced on a dire wolf.

The wolf swung its claws in terror, sparks flying, but it couldn't break through the obsidian armor's defenses at all.

The goblins didn't need any weapons; they opened their mouths, dripping with strong acid, and bit down on the wolf's neck and legs.

Tear!

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The wolf let out a mournful howl and was devoured alive in just a few seconds.

The goblin chewed up the bones with its teeth and swallowed them whole.

The only sound in the training room was the chewing noise coming from the big screen, echoing in everyone's ears.

Zhao Tianze's arrogance froze, his eyes twitched, and his voice became sharp and distorted with shock:

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! That's a goblin?! What kind of goblin has obsidian scales and can tear apart a demon wolf with its bare hands?!"

No one answered him.

Everyone was swallowing hard.

The matrix seemed to be angered by this unusual scene, and the difficulty suddenly increased.

The second and third waves of monsters arrived in succession at an unprecedented speed.

Hundreds of carrion monsters and thousands of deformed wild boars the size of armored vehicles pressed into the basin.

But it didn't even make a ripple in front of a group of obsidian goblins who had gone into a frenzy.

The goblins completely abandoned their defenses.

A mutated wild boar rammed its head into the chest of a goblin, the sound of breaking ribs clearly audible.

But the goblin didn't even flinch; its pain shield allowed it to ignore the severe injury.

It grabbed the wild boar's tusks with its backhand, its muscles bulging.

He pulled it out by the roots, then, holding the bloody tusk, he stabbed it hard through the wild boar's eye socket!

After the fight, the goblin tore a large chunk of bloody hind leg meat from the boar's carcass.

He stuffed it into his mouth and chewed until his mouth was full of blood.

"Who the hell is the abyss creature here?" A civilian student who had just been scared away had his legs weak. "Why do I feel like... these goblins are looking at monsters like they're looking at a buffet?"

Fatty Wang opened his mouth wide and muttered to himself, "Yuanzi said his goblins have big appetites... I thought he was bragging, but it turns out it was a statement."

On the big screen, the battle progressed without any suspense.

The fourth wave of monsters has arrived.

A rift was torn open in the sky, and five commander-level demons exuding bronze-tier aura landed on the ground.

[Two-Headed Corpse Dragon], [Abyssal Troll], [Venomous Spider Mother]...

Behind them followed a full five thousand Abyss monsters of the Black Iron rank.

A massive, dark army of monsters completely surrounded the basin, outnumbering the goblins by five times.

"He's reached his limit." Lei Yan clenched his fists, his palms sweating. "Faced with five bronze monsters and five times the troop strength, he should press the forfeit button."

"His current grades have secured him a place in the top ten of the entire school. For a student with no connections, this is already a miracle."

Zhao Tianze gritted his teeth, his nails digging into his flesh, staring intently at the screen: "Retreat! Retreat now! If the bronze monsters wipe us out in one wave, your whole group of monsters will be wiped out too!"

however.

Inside the connecting cabin, Lin Yuan sat in his seat, his gaze calm as still water.

"retreat?"

He issued a divine decree through the core of the divine realm.

"All troops, go berserk! Tear them apart!"

on the screen.

The tyrant roared to the sky.

Its massive body swelled, and blinding red light shot out from the gaps in its obsidian armor, its entire body shrouded in a mist of blood.

A thousand goblins erupted simultaneously, their eyes bloodshot.

Without any hesitation, they charged towards the army of five thousand demons.

This is a one-sided battle.

However, the creature that was killed was a monster representing the terror of the abyss.

A goblin was surrounded by five carrion monsters. Instead of retreating, it advanced and pierced one of them with its bone spear.

He then threw away his weapon and opened his arms to hug the other two tightly.

Despite the goblin's sharp teeth tearing at his shoulder, strong acidic fluid gushed from his wound.

The two carrion monsters were corroded and riddled with holes, turning into a pool of pus and blood.

Every goblin is like a tireless, painless, and poisonous killing machine.

The most shocking sight was the tyrant in the center of the battlefield.

It faced five bronze-level monsters all by itself.

The two-headed corpse dragon swooped down from mid-air, opened its two enormous mouths, and spewed out a devastating, highly venomous dragon breath.

The tyrant bent his legs slightly, and the scorched rock ground collapsed with a roar.

It leaped into the sky, its terrifying physical defenses allowing it to penetrate the dragon's breath.

In mid-air, the tyrant grabbed the left side of the corpse dragon's head, his five fingers piercing the dragon's scales like steel nails.

Using the terrifying force of its descent, it roared and tore the dragon's head off its neck!

Dragon blood poured down, creating a rain of blood.

The tyrant, bathed in scalding dragon blood, landed heavily on the ground, not even glancing at the wailing corpse dragon.

It strode around and delivered a powerful backhand straight punch, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, slamming it into the chest of the charging abyssal troll.

boom!

A deafening roar, like a muffled thunderclap.

The troll's tough chest cavity caved in, and fragments of its internal organs mixed with bone fragments radiated out from its back.

Extreme violence.

There are no fancy laws or magic, only the ultimate savagery of muscles tearing through steel and fists shattering bones.

The five arrogant bronze-level monsters were utterly defeated and rendered helpless by the tyrant's relentless attacks.

In the audience, everyone forgot to breathe.

Squad leader Li Xiuqi's expression was complicated; he was proud of his half-elf archer.

They probably couldn't even withstand a single charge from these ferocious monsters.

No matter how many civilians act as human shields, they will be torn to shreds.

On the leaderboard at the edge of the large screen.

Lin Yuan's name began to rise rapidly.

Grade D, Grade C, Grade B, Grade A...

The numbers rolled on with overwhelming force.