Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

"Alright, you know the truth now."

Mohr suppressed the fanatical reverence on his face.

He reverted to his usual indifference, looking down at the more than a thousand tribesmen below.

Moore began, "Now, make your choice."

He raised his hand and pointed to the enormous liquid gold crab beside him.

He then pointed to the blood-stained metal floor beneath his feet.

"Survive, accept the transformation, and remain in this new world as a victor."

"Or refuse, become a corpse, and finally turn into a pile of stinking excrement on the ground."

In the center of the camp, no one answered the leader's question.

The cold wind pierced through the edge of the veil of time, blowing into the camp and stirring up the dust on the ground.

Thousands of demons stood frozen in place, their eyes glazed over.

The truth before their eyes almost destroyed their psychological defenses.

They had imagined countless terrible scenarios.

They considered that their leader might be driven to desperation and use a few severely injured members of their tribe for demonic experiments.

They considered that the leader might be secretly raising native monsters to protect himself.

They even considered the possibility that their leader might betray their race and pledge allegiance to this unknown and powerful being in the divine realm.

He never imagined that he would personally kill his own people.

They fused those brothers who had shed blood and risked their lives for the camp into the monster's body.

This madness, this utterly shameless cruelty, exceeded the limits of their understanding.

Mohr looked down at the group of ashen-faced wounded soldiers below and curled his lip in disdain.

"I deserved to ask that question," Moore shook his head.

His experiment has achieved initial success.

Together with the remaining absolutely loyal guards in the camp.

In addition, there were dozens of monsters behind them that had completed the initial fusion.

He had complete control of the situation.

The curtain's energy can last at least another half a month.

During this period, he was confident that he could get rid of all the more than one thousand disobedient good-for-nothings below him.

"Since none of you are choosing, then I'll choose for you." Mor drew his long sword from his waist, the blade pointing directly at the crowd below.

"The leader wants to kill us!"

"Fight him! We're going to die anyway!"

Just as Moore was about to make his move, a few mournful roars finally erupted from the crowd.

Dozens of tribesmen who had not yet completely lost their minds, with bloodshot eyes, raised their weapons and launched a desperate counterattack.

Despite the excruciating pain in his internal organs, Rick struggled to his feet.

"Kill!" Rick roared.

Several sword cultivators simultaneously shattered their sword seals, mages chanted incantations, gunmen pulled the triggers, and body cultivators rushed to the front.

The angry attack by dozens of people was a powerful and impactful one.

Mohr stood still, not even lifting his eyelids.

"idiot."

Mohr pressed forward with his left hand.

The primal power of the Diamond Rank peak erupted in full force.

The spatial laws within the Veil of Time were altered to their extreme in an instant.

boom! boom! boom!

The dozen or so body cultivators at the very front paused mid-air.

The flying sword lost power three meters away from Mo'er and crashed to the ground.

The high-energy laser beam was deflected in the gravitational field and struck an open area in the distance.

Within this veil of time, personally arranged by the clan chief.

The difference in strength between a Diamond-level peak soldier and a crippled soldier whose highest rank is no more than Platinum is so vast that it is despair-inducing.

Resistance is futile and ineffective.

Mohr moved.

He flashed, transforming into a silver-gray afterimage, and charged directly into the crowd of rebels.

He brandished his long sword.

A magnificent head soared into the sky.

With a backhand slash, Mor sliced ​​open the chest of another mage.

He raised his foot and broke the spine of a gunman, then snatched the high-energy explosive gun from the man's hand and blasted the head of the swordsman next to him with a backhand shot.

massacre.

One-sided massacre.

In less than ten seconds.

Dozens of clansmen who dared to resist all fell in pools of blood.

Limbs and severed bodies were scattered all over the ground, and the stench of blood filled the air.

Rex fell to his knees, his greatsword broken in two.

Mohr's knife tip was pressed against his throat, the cold touch making him tremble all over.

"You're right, I really am a madman." Moore looked at Rick, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"But only madmen can survive in this world."

The blade sliced ​​through.

Rick clutched his bleeding neck, collapsed to the ground, convulsed a few times, and then fell silent.

Mohr flicked the blood off the blade and slowly sheathed his sword.

He turned around and looked at the dozens of restless monsters behind him.

The smell of blood stimulated the bestial instincts of these hybrids.

The liquid gold crab opened and closed its mouthparts, the magic vulture flapped its wings, and the multi-headed bat emitted a shriek.

Moore raised his hand and pointed to the corpses scattered on the ground.

"eat."

The instruction has been issued.

Dozens of monsters roared and rushed towards the corpses on the ground.

The liquid gold crab's massive body rolled over the metal floor, its limbs piercing a corpse and lifting it high into the air.

It opened its mouth and began to chew.

The vultures tore flesh and blood with their pale, bony beaks, swallowing large chunks of internal organs.

The multi-headed bats hung upside down in mid-air, their fangs biting into severed limbs, greedily sucking blood.

The sounds of chewing, tearing, and swallowing could be clearly heard in the camp.

The remaining thousand or so demons stared blankly at this scene.

Those were their own kind.

Those monsters, a few days ago.

They were still their captain, their brothers, and their comrades-in-arms.

Now, they have become monsters in the skin of beasts, devouring the flesh and blood of their own kind bit by bit.

Fear, anger, nausea.

A mix of negative emotions overwhelmed their last shred of will.

Clang.

A soldier dropped his long sword, his legs buckled, and he knelt down.

Then, the second, the third...

The sound of weapons hitting the ground filled the air.

Thousands of demons knelt on the ground, giving up resistance and thinking.

They no longer knew whether these monsters that were feeding were actually their people.

I don't know where I am, and I don't know what to do next.

The will to resist has completely vanished.

Moor stood in the center of the slaughterhouse, amidst the carnage, and smiled with satisfaction as he looked at his subjugated tribesmen.

This is the effect he wanted.

Shatter all their pride and self-awareness, turning them into mud demons at your mercy.

"Very good." Moore turned his head and looked at the adjutant who was huddled in the corner, trembling.

"I'll leave the finishing touches to you."

The adjutant shuddered, scrambled to his feet, and walked with his head down to Moore's side.

Moore reached out and patted his adjutant on the shoulder with considerable force.

"Reorganize the remaining people. Classify them by physical condition and attributes, and send them into the laboratory in batches."

Moore’s voice was calm, as if he were recounting a trivial matter.

"I will guide them step by step on the path of evolution. They will become stronger and adapt to this world."

"Yes... sir." The adjutant's voice was terribly hoarse.

"There's one more thing." Mor withdrew his hand and looked at the crimson wasteland outside the Veil of Time.

"These thousand-plus demons require a huge number of monster carcasses. Take a few elite squads and go outside to collect the corpses."

Mohr paused, his expression turning serious.

"Remember, avoid those Zerg."

The adjutant looked up, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"I discovered something when I went outside the veil to collect live samples a few days ago."

Moore frowned.

"There is a hidden connection among the insectoid races in this divine realm."

Moore recalled the scene when he captured the samples.

He killed only one lone black beetle a few minutes later.

Thousands upon thousands of the same insects appeared on the horizon.

There were even a few Zerg leaders whose aura reached the Platinum level.

If he hadn't run fast and used the laws of space to erase the traces, the camp would have been submerged by the swarm of insects long ago.

"A single hair can affect the whole situation," Moore warned coldly.

"What we need most right now is time; we can't afford to provoke these pack animals."

"Go and capture those solitary beasts and birds of prey. Don't touch a single insectoid. Understand?"

The adjutant nodded numbly.

He turned his head and looked at the monsters that were feeding.

Bart, Hank, Carter...

These names flashed through his mind.

He personally tricked all these demons into the laboratory.

Now, he still has to send the remaining thousand-plus demons in one by one.

The adjutant felt as if his soul had died.

He became a walking corpse, mechanically carrying out Moore's orders.

"Go do it." Moore waved his hand and turned to walk towards the laboratory door.

The adjutant turned around and faced thousands of his people kneeling on the ground, their eyes vacant.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

In the end, he could only pull out the explosive gun from his waist.

He began directing his terrified guards to drive these mindless tribesmen into the tents.

……

A new world of gods, deep within the underground wormhole.

The black rock layer is cracked over a large area.

The Insect King awoke from his slumber.

Its size hasn't increased much; it still maintains its slender, streamlined shape.

On the silvery-white exoskeleton, purple law patterns appeared.

Diamond grade.

The level of life has been transcended.

It no longer needs to deliberately release its mental energy.

As it stands here, the crust, miasma, and temperature of this new continent naturally change with its breath.

It became part of the rules of this world.

Centered on the Zerg King, within a radius of 100 kilometers, the genetic chains of every Zergling resonate.

Deep underground, countless insect eggs are hatching rapidly.

The carapaces of tens of millions of adult Zerg simultaneously gleamed with a silvery-black sheen.

Forty thousand dominant insects folded their limbs and pressed their heads tightly to the ground.

The massive Zerg Queen ceased her endless feeding and egg-laying.

She dragged her swollen belly and bowed her head slightly in the direction of the Insect King.

Tens of millions of insects greeted their king.

The Insect King raised its head.

The narrow compound eye pierces through the soil, gazing towards the distant central basin.

There, a domineering aura is also reviving.

The king of the tyrannical demon race.

The tyrant has also emerged from seclusion.

The Insect King withdrew its gaze.

Its spiritual tendrils connect to the consciousness network constructed by the Overlord Worm.

All the events that have occurred over the past century flooded into its brain.

The opening of the New World.

Cultivation of the blood-red pine.

The strategy of filling in the gaps in the far north.

And, those alien invaders with mimicry abilities.

After digesting this information, the Insect King conveyed its emotions.

Praise.

The decision of the 40,000 Overlord Insects was correct.

Move away from the main base, escape the suppression of the tyrant, and gain room to develop.

They poured all their resources into building the subtree and establishing a connection with the central magic tree.

They used the lives of millions of their own kind to screen for fire-resistant genes.

These actions are entirely in line with the Zerg's survival logic of maximizing their own interests.

The dominant insects felt the king's approval, and their tense spirits relaxed slightly.

But the next second, the Insect King's mental fluctuations suddenly turned cold.

The pressure descended through the internet.

The forty thousand sovereign insects trembled violently as they buried their heads in the soil.

dissatisfied.

The Insect King was very dissatisfied.

Ten million insect soldiers were deployed, turning the New World upside down.

They encountered several intruders who could mimic human form, yet they couldn't even reach their main base.

They even went so far as to send the captured remains to Zishu to ask for divine intervention.

Such efficiency and such audacity have utterly disgraced the Zerg.

The dominant insects lowered their heads even further, daring not to send any mental signals of defense.

They await the king's judgment.

The Insect King silently observed these high-ranking subordinates.

A few seconds later, the chill that had been pressing down on their souls receded.

As the supreme ruler of the Zerg, clear rewards and punishments are the most basic means of governance.

He has both merits and demerits.

Unrelenting suppression and punishment will only reduce the operational efficiency of the entire group.

A true ruler needs to tolerate the flaws of his subordinates and guide them toward the right path.

The insect king waved its forelimbs.

A brand new instruction was issued.

It wants to find these rats hiding in the shadows itself.

The insect king closed its compound eyes.

The Zerg's unique power of heaven and earth began to operate.

The Insect King uses itself as a base to transform its genetic information database into tangible fluctuations.

This fluctuation spread wildly in all directions along the earth's veins, air, and water.

【Retrospective Resonance】

Any substance existing in this wasteland realm, as long as it does not belong to the Zerg gene pool.

As long as it doesn't bear the imprint of the laws of native creatures such as the Central Demon Tree, the Violent Demon, and the Fire Spirit.

When this fluctuation sweeps by, it will produce a repulsive reaction.

The ripples penetrated the rock strata.

Deep underground, tens of millions of Zerg egg cases are hatching rapidly under the soothing influence of the ripples.

Ripples swept across the wasteland.

The monstrous demons, who were fighting each other, stopped and immediately turned their attention to the provocation coming from underground.

Ripples swept across the River Styx.

The river surged, and countless bony fish leaped out of the water, escaping the area covered by the ripples.

The ripples spread to the far north.

Dark blue flames rose, and the fire spirits raised their flaming whips to fight against this invisible genetic scan.

The Wasteland God Realm reacted under the power of the Insect King's heaven and earth.

The corrugations form the most precise sieve.

Filtering every inch of land, every drop of water, and every breath of air.

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