Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The resonant ripples of the power of heaven and earth penetrated the purplish-red earth's crust and the poisonous miasma.

The Insect King's consciousness network covers the entire New World.

The ripples swept across the River Styx, across the wasteland, and expanded outwards, eventually reaching the edge of the border between the New World and the Old God Realm.

There, there was a hazy, gray energy barrier.

The curtain of time.

The ripples penetrated this spatial secret technique, projecting all the scenes inside into the Insect King's mind.

Deep underground, the Insect King's slender body paused slightly.

The narrow, compound eyes glowed with a deep purple light.

It witnessed an incredible scene.

Inside the energy barrier, dozens of native creatures roamed.

Demon Vulture, Liquid Gold Crab, Multi-headed Bat.

These are the lowest-level predators in the divine realm.

Logically, since they are products of the divine realm, they should not produce any rejection reaction under the scanning of the resonant waves.

But now, the feedback from the ripples is very strange.

Within the bodies of these native creatures, there was a completely unfamiliar soul fluctuation that was perfectly integrated.

Two completely different life forms were crudely stitched together.

The bones of the sky race, the carapace of the sea race, and the flesh and blood of the alien races with the talent for mimicry merged into one.

The insect king's spiritual tentacles trembled slightly in the void, conveying an emotion called "surprise".

It is all too aware of the difficulty of this integration.

The Zerg need to pay a considerable price to plunder a superior gene.

The queen devours her prey, extracting valuable gene fragments.

The first generation of worker insects was produced.

Worker insects fight, die, and feed each other.

The mother was further optimized and gave birth to the second generation.

This cycle repeats itself, going through at least a dozen generations of genetic elimination.

Only then can a completely new Zerg branch be barely stabilized.

This is an ironclad law of the evolution of life.

But this group of aliens has broken the ironclad rule.

They used physical means to insert themselves into the bodies of native organisms.

Using the spiritual energy of this place as a catalyst, cross-species gene fusion was completed.

This gene's inclusiveness, this adaptability to heretical rules.

It is a perfect evolutionary foundation.

The Insect King withdrew its mental pressure.

It originally planned to summon the Overlord Insects to crush these rats hiding in the shadows and drag them back, skin and bones, as nourishment.

Now, it has changed its mind.

To simply annihilate them would be a terrible waste.

The Zerg King issued new orders to the millions of Zerg troops scattered across the border region.

Stop the crackdown.

Concealing their presence, they burrowed underground and lay in wait.

Centered on that gray barrier, construct an encirclement with a diameter of fifty kilometers.

It needs to give this group of alien races enough time and space.

It wanted to witness firsthand how this alien race could unleash their incredible genetic potential to its fullest potential.

The Zerg will harvest the fruit once it is fully ripe.

……

Within the veil of time.

laboratory.

Moore was cutting open the carapace of a liquid gold crab.

The blade had barely touched the carapace when Moore's wrist jerked.

A chill ran through me for no apparent reason.

He felt like he had been seen through.

Even the secrets deep within one's soul were stripped bare by some superior being.

Moore threw down the cutting knife, flashed out of the laboratory.

He stood in the center of the camp, his hands quickly forming hand seals, and the gray essence of time magic surged into the surrounding spatial nodes.

The light of the Veil of Time shone brightly.

Mo'er closed his eyes and used his mental energy to check the integrity of the barrier inch by inch, following the array patterns.

There were no cracks, no energy leakage, and no intrusion of any external energy.

everything is normal.

A few minutes later, Moore opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

"Is it an illusion?"

Moore reached up and rubbed his temples.

The Veil of Time is a core secret technique he personally set up; even if a diamond-level expert launches a strong attack, it can hold out for a period of time.

It's impossible for anything to slip in silently.

He turned to look at the tribesmen kneeling on the ground around him, their eyes blank.

A self-deprecating sneer curled at the corner of Moore's mouth.

"It seems that doing bad things too much can also make people suspicious."

He attributed his recent tremor to the vicious curses directed at him from the depths of his tribe's hearts.

The sound of airlock depressurization was heard.

The adjutant walked in from behind the curtain with heavy steps.

Behind him followed a dozen or so wounded guards. The guards used alloy chains to drag dozens of newly hatched native creatures.

The creatures included a vulture, a multi-headed bat, a liquid gold crab, and even a few bony fish with barbs.

They all possessed the strength of a Gold-level cultivator.

"Chief, the prey has been brought back." The adjutant knelt on one knee.

Moore glanced at the prey, his brow furrowing slightly.

"How come there's only this much?"

The adjutant looked up, his face full of bitterness.

"The creatures in this godforsaken place are too strange. Even a low-level gold beast can unleash high-level combat power."

"Moreover, they are extremely united; if you injure one, it will attract a whole group. We dare not go deep into their territory; we can only catch these lone, low-level scum on the periphery."

The adjutant pointed to the guards behind him, who were now a few men short.

"I lost two more brothers just trying to catch these few dozen."

Moore ignored the adjutant's complaints.

All he wanted was a physical body; his actual strength didn't matter.

As long as one can bear the soul of a demon, one can eventually raise their cultivation level by absorbing spiritual energy.

"Send the prey into the laboratory."

Moore turned and walked back to the metal gate.

"It's too slow. With over a thousand people, how long would it take to finish cutting with just a few scalpels?"

Moll stood in front of the dissection table and removed the damaged nanotech armor from his body.

The metal scales on the armor wriggled as if they were alive.

Moer activates a profound transformation of the technology side.

The nano armor liquefied rapidly, seeping into his body through his pores and connecting with his bones and nerves.

Click, click.

Moor's skin was cracked on his back, shoulders, and abdomen.

More than a dozen sharp robotic arms burst out of the body.

Each robotic arm is equipped with a high-frequency cutting blade, a nerve suture needle, and an energy stabilizer injector at its end.

"Bring the men in." Moore's voice, amplified by a mechanical amplifier, became devoid of emotion.

The assembly line operation has officially begun.

The first to suffer were the ordinary people of the tribe who had lost the will to resist.

The adjutant and his guards herded them into the laboratory in batches, like livestock.

The robotic arm cuts open the tribesman's spine, separating his brain from his nerve bundles.

Meanwhile, the robotic arm on the other side simultaneously cut open the shell of the native monster and emptied its internal organs.

Suturing, injecting stabilizers, and infusing spiritual energy.

A piercing scream echoed through the laboratory, and blood flowed down the grooves of the dissection table, forming a dark red stream.

After the ordinary clansmen were exhausted, it was the turn of the formation masters.

These technicians who maintained the camp's operation were ruthlessly stuffed into the shells of liquid gold crabs by Moore.

Finally, there were the royal guards who had consistently acted as accomplices.

When the captain of the guard was pinned to the dissection table by Moore's mechanical arm, he finally broke down.

"Chief! I have always been loyal to you!"

Without pausing, the robotic arm's cutting blade severed his cervical vertebrae.

Three days and nights.

The shadowless lamps in the laboratory were never turned off.

Until the center of the camp, it was filled with more than a thousand deformed monsters of various shapes.

Within the Veil of Time, the normal language of the Time Demons can no longer be heard.

The only sounds were the creaking of bones grinding together, the whistling of wings flapping, and the hissing of mouthparts opening and closing.

The entire camp had been completely transformed into a bizarre and monstrous lair.

In front of the laboratory gate.

Only Moore and his adjutant remained.

The robotic arm behind Moor slowly retracted into his body, and the skin and flesh at the wound automatically healed.

He was covered in blood, arms outstretched, head tilted back.

"Look, lieutenant."

Mohr's voice was filled with a frenzied intoxication.

"This is my masterpiece, the only form in which our Time Demon race can continue to exist in this world."

The adjutant stood at the bottom of the steps, trembling like a leaf.

He looked down at the more than a thousand monsters.

His pale face was reflected in the eyes of those monsters.

The adjutant knew it was his turn.

He pushed the last cart loaded with the carcass of the eagle to Mor.

When Moore picked up the high-frequency cutting scalpel on the dissection table, the adjutant finally realized that he was alive.

He knelt down with a thud and grabbed Moore's legs with both hands.

"Chief...Chief! You promised me!"

The adjutant was incoherent, his face covered in saliva and tears.

"You said you'd leave me the most perfect body! This demonic vulture is too weak; it's not worthy of me!"

Moll stared at him coldly, without saying a word.

Seeing that Moore remained unmoved, the adjutant's mind went into extreme confusion, and his speech began to become incoherent.

"I retain my memories, right? Can I still think? After I turn into a bird, can I still hold a gun?"

"No... Chief, if I change, who will help you?"

"How can you complete the final fusion all by yourself? You need someone to help you with the surgery!"

"Keep me! I'll be your dog for life! I can even stitch up nerves!"

A hint of annoyance flashed in Moore's eyes.

"Noisy."

Moore raised his right leg and kicked the adjutant in the chest.

The sound of bones cracking rang out.

The adjutant was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the dissection table.

Before the adjutant could struggle to his feet, Moore had already pounced on him.

The high-frequency cutting blade in his hand transformed into a streak of silver light, slicing open the adjutant's throat.

Blood gushed out, silencing all the adjutant's pleas for mercy.

Moore moved swiftly, his technique even more brutal than when he used the robotic arm before.

Cut open the skin and flesh, remove the bones, and detach the nerve bundles.

He forcibly stuffed the adjutant's mangled body into the chest cavity of the low-level gold-ranked demonic eagle.

A large amount of dark blue stabilizer was injected.

Dark golden spiritual energy flowed into the demonic eagle's body through the conduit.

After half an hour.

The vulture on the dissection table twitched.

It slowly opened its eyes.

Its pale, bony beak opened, emitting a hissing sound that let out a draft.

The adjutant came back to life.

He clearly remembered who he was, what his name was, and that he was the adjutant of the Time Demon Clan.

But he was unable to think.

My mind went blank; all logical reasoning and emotional fluctuations were suppressed by my animal instincts.

He looked down at his wings covered in bone spurs and at his sharp claws.

The fear in my heart disappeared, leaving only emptiness.

The adjutant looked up at Moore, who was standing in front of him.

A sense of submission, originating from the depths of my genes, welled up inside me.

He folded his wings, lay prone on the metal floor, and pressed his head against the edge of Moore's boot.

Submit, submit to him.

Moore looked at his adjutant at his feet and nodded.

"This looks much better."

Moore turned and walked out of the laboratory.

He stood on the high platform, looking down at the more than a thousand monsters below.

A wild laugh rolled out of his throat, causing ripples to spread across the veil of time.

"Do you think I'm using you as experiments?"

Mohr tore off his tattered clothes.

"Do you really think I care about the bloodline of the Time Demon race?"

Moore's body began to undergo drastic changes.

His grayish-white skin cracked open inch by inch, but no blood flowed out, only dark purple mucus.

"Three hundred years ago, in that insectoid plane, I was no longer a Time Demon!"

Click!

Moore's arm bones swelled and his muscles tore.

A pair of liquid gold crab claws covered with dark gold barbs replaced his hands.

Tear it apart!

His back bulged high, with his spine protruding outwards, transforming into two pale, bony wings with a wingspan exceeding five meters.

On either side of his cheeks, the gill slits rolled outwards, from which several purple tentacles covered with suckers emerged.

In his throat, the vocal cords were completely restructured, becoming the complex vocal organs of a multi-headed bat.

Moll revealed his true form.

An ultimate Frankenstein's monster, a collection of features from divine beings.

Except for that head that still retains the characteristics of a demon.

Every organ and every inch of flesh in his body has been replaced with parts from native organisms.

In that Zerg plane, he survived by devouring the Zerg Queen.

Now, he followed suit, sewing the product of this divine realm into his own body.

"Adaptation is the key!"

Moor flapped his bone wings, creating a gust of wind.

He opened the large claws of the liquid gold crab, greedily inhaling the rich spiritual energy in the air.

Spiritual energy enters the body.

There was no rejection, no mutation or backlash.

Pure energy surged through the meridians he had pieced together.

Extraordinary achievements are within reach!

Mohr felt the surging power within him, his eyes turning bloodshot.

He looked down at the restless monsters below and burst into wild laughter.

"Rejoice, my people!"

"Devouring the spiritual energy of this world! Devouring the flesh and blood around you!"

"Evolve! Become stronger! Then follow me to conquer this world!"

The instruction has been issued.

The monster army went mad.

The long-suppressed beastly instincts erupted in full force.

A liquid gold crab swung its limbs, piercing the abdomen of a nearby vulture, and swallowed its spilled entrails.

Not to be outdone, the vulture pecked out the liquid gold crab's eyes with its bony beak and tore at its shell.

The multi-headed bat swooped down from mid-air, biting its companion's neck and greedily sucking its blood.

The monsters killed and devoured each other.

Severed limbs flew everywhere, and the blood made the purplish-red soil even more glaring.

Even the originally quiet little red trees in the campsite felt this extreme madness.

The dark red leaves rustled as they swayed.

The tree roots broke through the soil and plunged into the pool of blood on the ground, sucking up the blood greedily.

The liquid metal on the tree trunk gleamed brighter and brighter, spewing out even more concentrated spiritual energy, further catalyzing the mutations of the monsters.

The revelry reached its peak.

Mohr stood high above, his bony wings spread wide, enjoying the extreme chaos.

He felt an unprecedented power.

He believed he held the reins of the new world.

He believed this carnival was the prelude to the rise of the Time Demon Clan.

Just then.

Amidst the clamor of the revelry, a subtle sound emerged.

Rustle, rustle.

Countless hard objects are rubbing against the ground.

Mohr's smile froze on his face as he looked toward the edge of the Veil of Time.

All that could be seen was the gray spatial barrier.

At some point, the poisonous miasma stopped howling.

Instead, there was a boundless, silvery-black ocean.

Heavy beetles, plasma beetles, stinging beetles...