Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

silence.

The air in the center of the camp froze for a full three seconds.

All eyes darted back and forth between Mor and the hideous monsters.

"Bullshit!"

The veins on Rick's forehead bulged, and spittle flew out of his mouth.

He looked at the man on the steps, his face full of fanaticism, his awe gone, replaced only by the fury of being mocked.

"Are you treating us like three-year-olds?!" Rick gripped his greatsword tightly with both hands.

"How could the great Time Demons possibly be these beasts with shells and wings!"

"Where did you hide Captain Bart and the others?! Hand them over!"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

Enrage ignited the remaining soldiers who had been teetering on the brink of death for days.

They can accept a leader's incompetence, they can accept dying on the battlefield, but they absolutely cannot accept this kind of shameless insult.

To label the Time Demon warriors as a group of ugly, native mutant creatures crosses everyone's line.

"The leader's gone mad! He thinks we're fools!"

"Charge in! Search the lab! Captain Bart must still be alive!"

Dozens of the most hot-tempered body cultivators were the first to lose their temper.

Their muscles bulged, tearing through their tattered armor.

As his blood and qi surged, dark purple demonic energy circulated across his body.

"Let's do it!"

Rex roared and stomped his feet on the ground.

He sprang into the air, raised his greatsword with both hands, and cleaved it straight for Mor's head.

At the same time, the sword cultivator on the left side crushed the sword incantation in his hand.

Three bronze flying swords transformed into streaks of light, blocking Mor's escape routes to the left and right.

On the right side of the magic faction, two fire mages slammed their staffs heavily on the ground.

Two explosive fireballs, each over a meter in diameter, crashed down onto the steps.

Several gunmen from the technology side raised their high-energy sniper rifles, and the dark blue laser beams locked onto Moore's limbs.

The attacks came from all directions, sealing off every blind spot.

The adjutant was so frightened that he scrambled to his feet and hid behind the liquid gold crab's thick, segmented limbs, covering his head with his hands.

Mohr stood still, unmoved.

He looked at the greatsword slashing down from mid-air, at the approaching flying swords and fireballs, and a mocking disdain curled at the corner of his mouth.

"madness."

Mohr uttered two words softly.

He raised his right hand, his index finger pointing randomly downwards in mid-air.

hum-

Within the veil of time, space is distorted.

The laws of space are forcibly altered here, amplified more than a hundred times.

While in mid-air, Rick felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his back.

His sprint came to an abrupt halt, and his body fell at an even faster speed than it had come.

boom!

Rick slammed heavily onto the metal steps.

The armor plate was smashed into a human-shaped dent, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat before spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The body cultivators rushing up from below fell to the ground one after another like dumplings.

The sounds of impact echoed throughout the room.

The three bronze flying swords stopped half an inch from the tip of Mor's nose.

The exploding fireball didn't even have a chance to explode.

The high-energy laser beam could only hit the transparent barrier one meter in front of Mohr.

crush.

A one-sided and utter defeat without any suspense.

The strength of a peak Diamond rank is an insurmountable chasm in front of this group of remnants who are at most Platinum rank.

Moore lowered his right hand and put both hands behind his back.

Looking at Rick lying at his feet.

"Have you made enough of a scene?" Moore asked indifferently.

Rick's face was pressed against the metal plate.

His nose was broken, and blood was dripping down his chin.

The pressure of gravity caused his internal organs to shift, but he did not give in.

Rick gritted his teeth and forced his neck up.

"Pah!" Rick spat a mouthful of blood onto Mor's boots. "You madman! You betrayed your people!"

Even if you kill me, it won't cover up your disgusting deeds of experimenting on your own kind!

Several body cultivators nearby also joined in the cursing.

"Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"

"Even if I turn into pus on the outside, I won't acknowledge you as my leader!"

"You got Captain Bart and the others killed, and now you're trying to fool us with a few beasts? What kind of demon do you think you are!"

The curses echoed with difficulty in the space.

Those tribesmen who hadn't yet made a move were also intimidated by Mor's ruthlessness.

They gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes filled with wariness and fear.

Moore looked down at the bloodstains on his boots.

He didn't get angry; instead, the fervor on his face grew stronger.

"Trying to fool you?" Moore sneered.

He turned around, took a step, and walked towards the largest liquid gold crab.

Moore reached out and placed his hand on the liquid gold crab's shell.

He gently stroked the metal shell with its grayish-white demonic patterns, his movements as delicate as if he were caressing a work of art.

"Your vision is too narrow," Mor said softly. "In this divine realm, the original laws have been crushed."

"To survive, to endure this thousand years, we must discard those meaningless forms."

He turned his head, looked at Rek on the ground, and then at the thousands of his people behind him.

"Since you don't believe me."

Mohr's eyes turned dark and deep.

"Then they will tell you themselves."

Moore withdrew his hand and gave the command to the liquid gold crab.

"Tell them who you are."

The camp was deathly quiet, with only the sound of poisonous miasma howling outside the curtain.

All eyes were on the liquid gold crab.

Rick stopped struggling and stared wide-eyed at the monster.

The liquid gold crab's massive body trembled slightly.

The muscle groups beneath its shell began to twitch.

The mouthparts used to tear apart prey are undergoing a deformation that defies biological norms.

ka ka ka-

The liquid crab opens its mouthparts, and long, viscous threads of liquid are drawn out.

The airflow was squeezed out from the gaps in its chest cavity.

The newly formed, deformed vocal cords produced a harsh tone through friction.

"I……"

A single word, like a rusty saw, ripped at the eardrums of everyone present.

Rick's pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints.

His stomach suddenly spasmed.

The sound was extremely strange.

It had a metallic scraping noise, a hissing sound of air leaking from the trachea, and the pitch was completely off-frequency.

But that was indeed the language of the Time Demons.

The liquid gold crab's eyes were bloodshot, as if it were enduring immense pain.

Its mouthparts open and close to an increasingly larger extent.

"Yes……"

The second word was uttered.

The medics in the back row suddenly collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way.

They covered their mouths to stop themselves from screaming.

The liquid gold crab's forelimbs gripped the metal plate on the ground, creating sparks.

It used all its strength to squeeze the last two words out of its throat.

"Bart..."

I am...Batt...

Four words, spoken intermittently, mechanically, hoarsely, and tinged with despair.

These four words were like a bomb, detonating directly in Rick's mind.

He recognized the underlying tone of the voice.

Even with metallic noise added, even with strange tones, he would never mishear it.

That was Captain Bart's voice.

Just a few days ago, Captain Bart patted him on the shoulder and said he would lead everyone out alive.

"No..." Rick's lips trembled, and tears mixed with blood streamed down his face.

He couldn't accept it.

A living demon, a diamond-level powerhouse, has been transformed into this slimy metal crab before us.

The uncanny valley effect reaches its peak at this moment.

When a completely non-magical monster speaks the voice of the person you know best in an unnatural way.

That kind of soul-piercing horror is enough to drive someone mad.

But this is just the beginning.

As the liquid gold crab opened its mouth, it was as if some kind of switch had been turned on.

The monsters behind it all began to wriggle.

A vulture with a wingspan of over eight meters opened its pale, bony beak.

Its vocal cords are not fully developed yet, and the sound it makes is like a broken bellows being pulled.

"I...am...Han...K..."

A two-headed bat hangs upside down on a beam, both heads opening their mouths simultaneously.

The two voices overlapped, carrying a hollow echo.

"I...am...Cart..."

"I...am...Ron..."

"Help...help...me..."

Dozens of monsters, speaking in various hoarse, strange, and broken voices, rose and fell in the center of the camp.

They called out the names of one missing person after another.

Some could only murmur instinctively, while others were still calling for help.

The sounds intertwined, forming an impenetrable net that tightly enveloped the remaining thousands of Time Demons.

collapsed.

It's completely collapsed.

The sound of weapons falling filled the air.

Some people knelt on the ground and vomited, even bringing up bile.

Some people covered their ears with their hands and shook their heads frantically, trying to drive these distorted sounds out of their brains.

"Stop talking! Stop talking!"

A young soldier, having lost his mind, pulled out a dagger and was about to slit his own throat when his comrade stopped him in time.

The adjutant huddled in a corner, his crotch soaked.

He stared at the monsters, his teeth chattering, unable to utter a single complete sentence.

Rick lay on the ground, no longer feeling the pressure of the gravitational field.

His heart died.

He looked at the liquid gold crab that called itself Bart.

The liquid gold crab was also watching him.

Deep within the crimson light, a trace of Barth's soul seemed to be struggling.

Moor stood amidst the monsters.

He opened his arms, basking in the fear and awe of the demons around him.

"Look!" Moore's voice cut through all the noise and reached everyone's ears.

"They did not die. They were reborn."

"They are no longer afraid of poisonous miasma, no longer afraid of mutation."

"Their bodies are enough to survive in this wasteland for a thousand years."

Moore lowered his head and looked at Rake, whose face was ashen.

"Don't you want hope?"

Moore pointed at the monsters, his eyes flashing with a chilling light.

"This is our only hope, the only hope of the Time Demon Clan."