Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Within the veil of time.

The open space in the center of the camp.

The adjutant stood on the high platform, carrying a briefcase.

Below, hundreds of demons stared longingly at the box.

"This is the third batch of serum that the leader just purified!" the adjutant shouted, his voice echoing throughout the camp.

"The leader's life force has been severely depleted; he needs rest."

These ten doses should be prioritized for our brothers who have undergone severe mutations!

A cheer erupted from the crowd.

Ten tribesmen, covered in pustules and with severely deformed limbs, were helped forward by their companions.

The way they looked at their adjutant was as if they were looking at a god.

The adjutant opened the box expressionlessly and distributed the dark red potions one by one.

Watching these tribesmen eagerly drink the medicine in one gulp.

Watching the pustules on their bodies quickly dry up and their deformed limbs fall off and regenerate.

The adjutant felt a wave of nausea and vomiting.

"My lord, when will the leader be able to come out?"

A member of the tribe who had just recovered knelt on the ground, his eyes red-rimmed, saying, "I want to kowtow to him in person."

"The leader is conducting in-depth research, and no one is allowed to disturb him."

The adjutant turned around, avoiding the other person's gaze, and said, "Disperse, everyone, and return to your posts."

The adjutant stepped down from the platform, his heart numb.

For the past few days, he has been using this catalyst and inspiring speeches to intimidate these remnants of his army.

At first, the results were surprisingly good.

However, as time went on, the adjutant's job became increasingly difficult.

The first batch of twenty people who drank the potion have all been sent to the laboratory by him under various pretexts.

It was all an accident, all of them were seriously injured and on the verge of death, and they were all sent into that metal door.

They euphemistically called it "the leader personally treating him."

The adjutant walked back to his tent, picked up the water glass on the table, and took a big gulp.

His hands were shaking violently.

He created so many accidents that even he himself felt they were fake.

In a corner of the camp, behind a pile of wreckage.

Veteran Rick squatted on the ground, holding a wooden stick in his hand.

He drew a row of thirty ranking words on the purplish-red soil.

Five or six patrol soldiers with gloomy faces surrounded him.

Rick drew an X over Hank's name with a twig.

Next came Bart, then the two sentries.

One by one, the names of the first batch of twenty people were all crossed out.

Then, he drew eight crosses over the names of the second batch of ten people who drank the medicine.

"Do you understand now?" Rick looked up at his brothers around him.

A soldier swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "Those who took the medicine... are all gone?"

"To be precise, all of them happened within three days." Rick threw away the branch and sneered.

"Hank has been maintaining that node for a long time; he could fix the valve even with his eyes closed. How come it overloaded the day after he took the medicine?"

"And there's Captain Bart." Another soldier clenched his fist. "Captain Bart is at the lower Diamond rank!"

"Even if you encounter a void rift, it's impossible to be unable to send a distress signal and be blown half to death!"

"Most importantly, they never came out of the lab after they were sent there."

Rex pointed to the enclosed metal building in the center of the camp. "The chief said they're treating them."

"Where is he? We need to see him, alive or dead. There hasn't even been a notification."

The air became oppressive.

A terrible suspicion began to grow in the hearts of these veterans.

"Reck, you mean... there's something wrong with the serum?"

"I don't know if there's anything wrong with the serum." Rex stood up, drew his dagger, and scraped dirt off his armor.

"All I know is that the adjutant is lying. There's definitely something shady going on in that lab."

Once the seed of doubt is planted, it will take root and sprout.

Various speculations and rumors began to spread secretly in the camp.

Some say the chief has gone mad and is using his people as experimental subjects.

Some say there is no serum at all; it's a mind-controlling poison.

The adjutant was still putting on a great show.

He would appear on the high platform every day on time, distribute small amounts of the new potion, and proclaim the greatness of the leader.

He didn't notice the way people in the audience were looking at him.

It went from awe to doubt, and finally to suppressed anger.

Until late on the fifth day.

With two trusted men by his side, Rick sneaked up to the metal exterior wall of the laboratory, avoiding the patrol team's sight.

Poisonous miasma howled outside the curtain, masking the faint sound of footsteps.

Rick pulled a high-frequency eavesdropping patch from his waist and pressed it against the wall.

He put on a single earphone and turned the volume up to the maximum.

At first, there was only the humming sound of the instruments running.

Rick held his breath and waited patiently.

A few minutes later, a faint sound came through the headphones.

"Click...click..."

First came a crack, then a faint scream.

"Kill me... Mor...you beast..."

His voice was lisping and hoarse, completely unlike a human voice.

Rick's body stiffened.

He recognized the voice.

This is Carter! The Carter who mutated the most severely a few days ago and had to be carried in by his adjutant himself!

Carter is alive! He's suffering unimaginable torment inside!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The impact sound came from inside the wall, causing the outer wall to vibrate slightly.

There seemed to be some kind of monster struggling inside.

Rick pulled off his headphones, his expression complex.

He looked at his two brothers beside him. They weren't wearing headphones, but they also felt the walls vibrate, their eyes filled with horror.

"Let's go." Rick gestured.

The three quickly evacuated.

The next morning.

The long-suppressed bubble has finally burst.

A catastrophe broke out.

There was no warning, no rallying cry.

Aside from the dozens of array masters who must remain at each node to maintain the energy output of the Veil of Time.

The remaining thousand or so demons in the camp all rushed to the center of the camp.

Even the medical personnel responsible for treating the wounded.

He also dropped his staff and potion bottle and joined the crowd.

The laboratory was completely surrounded by a huge crowd.

Dozens of the adjutant's personal guards, armed with high-explosive rifles, stood in front of the metal gate.

Their legs were trembling.

Faced with thousands of bloodshot eyes, this amount of firepower is simply not enough.

The adjutant stood on the steps, holding a megaphone.

His face looked worse than a dead man's.

"Brothers! Calm down! What are you doing!" the adjutant roared, trying to use his usual authority to quell the situation.

"The leader is conducting the most crucial experiment! You're going to ruin the hopes of the entire tribe!"

"Fuck your hope!"

Rick pushed his way out of the crowd and slammed the high-frequency eavesdropping patch in his hand into his adjutant's face.

The patch hit the adjutant's nose and bounced to the ground.

"We heard it all!" Rick drew his greatsword, pointing it at his lieutenant. "The sound of bones being sawed! Carter's screams!"

"It's not a rescue operation inside; it's a slaughterhouse!"

Anger erupted from the crowd.

"Hand them over!"

"Where is Captain Bart?! Where is Hank?!"

"You liar! What have you done to our brothers?!"

The outcry of anger nearly lifted the veil of time.

Thousands of weapons were drawn simultaneously.

Xiu Feijian hovered in mid-air, fireballs and wind blades condensed in his palm, and the plasma cannon was fully charged.

This outbreak was ten times more intense than the last time Bart led a protest.

This is the most primal destructive urge that erupts under the dual fears of genocide and betrayal by one's own kind.

"Back off! All of you, back off!" the captain of the guard shouted, raising his gun, but his voice was drowned out by the roar of the crowd.

"Charge in! Capture the lieutenant alive! Force the leader to give an explanation!" Rick roared, leading the charge forward.

Crowds surged.

Dozens of guards were shoved and pushed around, staggering about.

The defenses were practically nonexistent.

The adjutant retreated step by step until his back pressed against the metal wall.

He looked at his enraged tribesmen in horror.

It's over, it's over.

His lie was exposed, and he became the enemy of the entire clan.

Moore's experiment is not yet complete; they will be torn to pieces by this group of irrational tribesmen.

A flying sword grazed the adjutant's scalp, severing a lock of his hair.

Several strong body cultivators rushed up the steps and reached out to grab the adjutant's collar.

At this critical moment.

"laugh--"

The sound of airlock depressurization was heard.

The metal doors behind the adjutant slid open to both sides.

The body cultivators at the forefront were instinctively stopped by the cold air.

The noisy crowd fell silent for a moment.

Everyone's gaze passed over the adjutant and looked towards the depths of the gate.

In the cold, white light of the operating lights, a figure slowly emerged.

Leader Mor.

His face was ashen, his eyes were sunken, and he looked sickly and exhausted.

But his eyes were terrifyingly bright.

A feverish sense of accomplishment and superiority over all living beings is burning within.

"What's all the noise about?" Moore snapped.

The oppressive aura of a peak Diamond rank expert was released.

The people in the front row felt a tightness in their chests and involuntarily took a few steps back.

Mohr walked to the edge of the steps and looked down at the thousands of tribesmen.

"You want an explanation? Fine, I'll give you an explanation."

Moore stepped aside, making room for the doorway.

"Come out, my masterpiece." Moore snapped his fingers.

Footsteps came from deep within the laboratory, and the ground began to shake.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, dozens of dark figures walked out of the gate.

Leading the way were five enormous liquid gold crabs.

They were covered in heavy, dark gold carapaces, and their eight thick, segmented limbs left deep dents in the metal floor.

Following closely behind were more than a dozen eagles with wingspans exceeding eight meters.

Their pale white bones were exposed, and the edges of their wings were covered with sharp bone blades.

At the very end are bats.

Some have three heads, some have two heads, and some have one head.

They hung upside down from the beams above the laboratory door, coldly watching the crowd below.

The camp was deathly quiet.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, even forgetting to breathe.

The adjutant slumped to the ground, tilting his head back to look at the monsters.

His heart was pounding wildly.

Succeeded?

He carefully observed these monsters.

The shell of the liquid gold crab no longer bears the marks of the previous rough cutting and stitching.

On the dark gold carapace surface, a layer of grayish-white patterns belonging to the Time Demon Clan emerged.

The exposed bones of the demonic vulture were entwined with the primordial demonic energy of the Time Demon Clan.

On the sides of the faces of those multi-headed bats, there were even gill slits, a trait unique to the demon race.

The adjutant breathed a long sigh of relief.

He knew that his life was saved.

In the crowd, Rex gripped his greatsword tightly, his eyes filled with doubt and uncertainty.

"Leader... what does this mean?" Rick swallowed hard and asked loudly.

"You're secretly raising these native monsters in your lab? You plan to use them to fight the poisonous miasma and demonic trees outside?"

Rek's words represented the thoughts of the vast majority of his people.

Their first thought upon seeing these monsters was that their leader was taming native creatures and planning to build a legion of war beasts.

"But that's such a small number! Only a few dozen!"

"Their strength is also off. The aura emanating from these monsters is at most mid-platinum level. What use are they?"

The tribespeople began to whisper among themselves, puzzled by their leader's actions.

Mo'er's lips curled up as he heard the discussions among his tribesmen below.

Domesticated, war beasts?

That's all the imagination these idiots have.

"Chief!" A tribesman who had lost his mind rushed out of the crowd and shouted at Mor.

"Don't try to change the subject with these beasts! Where are our brothers?!"

"Where's Hank?! Where's Captain Bart?! Where did you put them?!"

"Yes! Is the serum real or not? You have to explain yourself clearly today!"

Questions erupted again.

Thousands of eyes were fixed on Moore, awaiting an explanation.

Mohr stood at the top of the steps.

He wasn't angry; instead, he opened his arms and made a gesture as if embracing the sky.

His face was filled with a sense of sacredness, as if he were saying, "I am great."

"Are you looking for Hank? Are you looking for Bart?" Moore lowered his head, finally settling on the largest liquid gold crab.

He reached out and gently patted the liquid gold crab's shell.

"Aren't they right here?"