Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Deep within the Blood Abyss Sea.

The dark red blood was thick and heavy.

Morgan submerged most of his body in the blood. He even kept his breathing very low.

A few days ago, he leaned against this rock, looked up at the magic tree above, and solemnly declared to Raine that this was paradise.

As long as you keep soaking and eating the shed tumors, you'll eventually return to your peak condition.

But now, he doesn't even have the courage to look up at the main trunk of the demon tree.

In the center of the sea of ​​blood, a tyrant over fifty meters tall floated above the water.

It remained still, yet the surrounding space changed with its breathing.

The blood automatically parted at the tyrant's feet, forming a vacuum zone several hundred meters in diameter.

There was no leakage of energy fluctuations; it was purely physical repulsion.

That is the power of heaven and earth.

Morgan's eye twitched.

He wandered the starry sky for hundreds of years and encountered countless powerful figures.

Within the human divine realm system, only by breaking through to the transcendent level can one initially activate the world power within the divine realm and form an absolute domain of suppression.

Only in certain special alien planes is it possible for a Diamond-ranked being to wield the power of the world.

There is an insurmountable chasm between the Diamond rank and the Extraordinary rank.

The monster leader before us, who had just broken through to the Diamond rank, had actually broken this ironclad rule.

The tyrant hovered there at will, and the void around him automatically reorganized, transforming into layers of visible barriers.

This level of control over the power of heaven and earth, combined with the already abnormal dual-sequence fusion physique of the Demon Clan.

Morgan had no doubt that this monster could now face off against even an ordinary transcendent being head-on.

Raine rose from the bottom of the bloody water and leaned against Morgan's side.

The two exchanged a glance and both saw the deep apprehension in each other's eyes.

"Don't use any source." Renn lowered his voice, his vocal cords vibrating very little.

Morgan nodded stiffly.

They don't even dare to use the most basic Void Stealth now.

A tyrant who controls the power of heaven and earth means that every blade of grass, every drop of blood in this basin is within his sensory network.

As long as they dare to mobilize even a fraction of the soul essence belonging to the Time Demon Clan.

It even just slightly reveals the energy flow trajectory that does not belong to the Violent Demon race.

The power of heaven and earth covering the entire area will lock onto them.

At that time, the tyrant will only need to think once, and the surrounding space will crush them into mincemeat.

They could only play dead.

He disguised himself as two violent demons who only knew how to take baths.

When other tyrants came to take over their territory, they retreated.

They tolerated other violent demons who came to provoke them.

Two elite members of the Time Demon Clan, who once slaughtered countless people in the starry sky, now live in fear in the Blood Abyss Sea.

In the center of the basin, beneath the main trunk of the Demon Tree.

A tyrant entrenched himself here.

Its body is over fifty meters tall, with black and gold wings hanging naturally from its back.

The tyrant opened his eyes, and two beams of blood-red light swept across the entire basin.

It was very satisfied with the scene before it.

After several previous seclusions, the Divine Realm was always in chaos when I emerged.

Either those insects on the periphery are waging war everywhere, causing chaos on the edge of the divine realm.

In the case of the tyrannical demons, these big guys were all unwilling to submit to each other, and fought so fiercely for the temporary title of leader that their brains splattered and they suffered heavy casualties.

In comparison, the basin was significantly better after my recent exit from the pass.

There was no factionalism or large-scale internal strife.

Only the purest, most primal one-on-one battles.

The winner eats meat, the loser turns to mud.

Just as the tyrant was admiring the fruits of his rule.

A strange wave traveled across a vast distance, pierced the spiritual energy barrier of the basin, and reached its consciousness.

It's information from the Insect King.

The information contained here is very simple.

The Insect King told the Tyrant that he had some good news and invited the Tyrant to come and see it, and to discuss some matters.

The tyrant grinned, revealing his massive, fang-filled mouth, and let out a cold laugh.

It smacked its lips, a hint of savagery flashing in its dark golden vertical pupils.

discuss?

What right does that worm that only knows how to hide underground have to talk to it?

The tyrant understood after a moment's thought.

This insect, like myself, has also broken through to the Diamond rank.

They moved their base to the New World, and the swarm grew larger and larger.

Feeling they had the means to fight back, they wanted to take advantage of this so-called "good news".

Let's test the limits of the Demon Clan and show off our strength.

The tyrant stood up.

Since the insect wants to show off, let's go and see.

If the other party can't offer anything of real value and is simply trying to provoke us.

It wouldn't mind bringing along this horde of hungry, ravenous demons to give those insects a chance to relive their memories.

The fear of being dominated by the Demon Clan back then, and not daring to even approach the core area.

The tyrant raised his head and let out a wild roar.

The roar, imbued with the lingering power of heaven and earth, reverberated throughout the entire basin.

All fighting within the basin ceased.

Hundreds of thousands of monstrous demons turned their heads at the same time, looking in the direction of the demon tree.

The instruction has been issued.

Go!

Within the basin, hundreds of thousands of dual-type demons rose up simultaneously.

Its wings spread, obscuring the crimson light above the basin.

Hundreds of thousands of monstrous demons, following the tyrant's guidance, transformed into a torrent and surged directly out of the basin.

On the edge of a sea of ​​blood.

Ryan and Morgan were forced to stand up from the water.

The surrounding demons are all active, and if they continue to stay in the water, they will become outcasts.

"Keep up," Renn said through gritted teeth.

The two men blended into the middle and rear of the army.

All around were other beings of the same kind, each over twenty meters tall and exuding a high-level platinum aura.

Their mimicry bodies were inconspicuous in the team, completely relegated to the lowest level of cannon fodder.

The demon army marched in a simple and brutal manner.

Walk in a straight line.

Ahead was a dark red mountain peak that was several thousand meters high.

The demon army did not take a detour.

The tens of thousands of monstrous demons at the forefront unleashed their power simultaneously, their heavy punches converging into a meteor shower that slammed into the mountainside.

Rumble!

The mountain peak burst open from the middle, sending debris flying through the air.

The army crushed through the rain of stones.

Ahead lay a tributary of the Styx River, tens of kilometers wide.

The stagnant water churned, teeming with countless bony fish.

The tyrant hovered in mid-air, not even glancing at it.

Hundreds of thousands of monstrous demons rushed into the river, filling it entirely with their own bodies.

The monstrous demons in front stopped in place, while the monstrous demons behind continued their charge, stepping on the bodies of their companions.

In just over ten minutes, this tributary of the Styx was abruptly cut off.

The silt at the bottom of the riverbed was trampled down until it was as hard as iron.

Those bony fish and crabs had no chance to resist and were crushed into bone powder.

The flock of eagles circling in the sky sensed this world-destroying aura from hundreds of kilometers away and fled frantically in all directions.

Renn and Morgan followed the main group, taking small steps forward and then deeper.

Morgan's heart pounded as he looked at the mountains that had been leveled and the Styx River that had been trampled dry.

"Captain, what are they trying to do?" Morgan conveyed the information to Rein through subtle physical contact.

Renn's face turned ashen.

"Shut up and run with your head down," Ryan replied.

Their current status is too low.

Within the Violent Demon Clan's hierarchy, those without power have no right to speak.

They could only go with the flow and pray that their destination wasn't some dead end.

I don't know how long it took.

The horizon ahead marks the border of a new continent.

The army of demons halted.

Hundreds of thousands of monstrous demons scattered, forming a black-gold battle line stretching for tens of kilometers.

A void of air swirled around them, ready to tear apart everything in their path at any moment.

Raine and Morgan stood at the back of the group, peering through the gaps in the monsters ahead at the opposite side.

The Zerg army.

Millions of heavy beetles, plasma beetles, and bursting beetles... were arranged in neat rows.

Two completely different auras collided in the sky above the wasteland.

Just then.

The Zerg army split a passage through the middle.

A group of monsters of various shapes and sizes, driven by thousands of high-level guard insects, slowly walked to the front of the two armies.

Raine's pupils contracted, and Morgan's breathing stopped.

There were more than a thousand monsters in front of them.

There are liquid gold crabs with the wings of magic vultures, multi-headed bats covered in tentacles, and deformed bone fish with outward-turned bones.

These monsters appear to be extremely weak, with most only at the early Gold rank and the strongest being at the high Gold rank.

In the confrontation between the two dominant races, they didn't even qualify to be cannon fodder.

Renn's gaze fell on the most prominent vulture at the front.

Its eyes were empty and unfocused; it simply lay on the ground instinctively, trembling.

Renn's hands began to tremble.

The dark gold armor surface was rippled with extremely unstable gray waves.

Morgan grabbed Ryan's arm, her nails digging deep into Ryan's flesh.

"Captain..." Morgan's voice echoed in Rein's mind, filled with uncontrollable terror.

They felt it.

That aura.

That shared essence, deeply rooted in the soul and impossible to conceal by any physical body.

The soul of the Time Demon Clan.

The bodies of over a thousand deformed monsters were filled with members of their demon race.

Renn looked at the demonic eagle.

He recognized him.

The soul fluctuations of that demonic eagle belonged to the adjutant of the Time Demon Clan.

His adjutant, who had fought alongside him in the starry sky for hundreds of years and had shielded him from fatal blows.

Now, the adjutant's soul has been forcibly stuffed into this lowly body.

Without reason, without dignity, all that remains is a walking corpse dominated by the instincts of a wild beast.

The line of sight shifted.

The liquid gold crab with tentacles next to it had a soul fluctuation belonging to the array master in the camp.

The group of deformed bony fish behind him were all elites from his personal guard.

Renn's gaze swept quickly across the entire horde of monsters. More than a thousand.

The numbers barely match.

All their tribesmen who had stayed in the camp at the border are here.

completely annihilated.

And in this most humiliating and cruel way.

Renn bit his lip until it bled, and dark golden blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

Who did this?

The native inhabitants certainly don't have that capability.

Such brutal physical stitching and soul transfer can only be accomplished by races skilled in life modification.

Mole.

The name popped into Raine's mind.

Only a madman like Moore would do something so heinous.

Moor turned all his people into monsters.

Then, the Zerg wiped out the monsters and sent them here as spoils of war or exhibits.

This guess popped into Renn's mind.

Bearing the hopes of their entire tribe, they risked their lives to infiltrate the core area in search of the antidote.

They endured humiliation and pretended to be dead while soaking in blood.

As a result, their home was burgled.

The most outstanding talents, their clansmen, have all been turned into monsters who are even worse than dead.

Morgan's body began to sway, and his mental defenses were on the verge of collapse.

"How...how could they have become like this..." Morgan's consciousness cried out.

He wanted to rush out.

He wanted to tear open the vulture's shell and pull out the lieutenant's soul.

He wanted to question this world, why it treated them this way.

"Don't move." Renn grabbed Morgan by the neck and pinned him to the spot.

Renn's eyes were bloodshot.

He watched helplessly as his former comrades lay like animals in the mud, enduring the crushing aura of the two dominant races.

A tyrannical demon seemed to take an interest in these strange creatures and strode forward.

It stretched out its dark golden palm and grabbed the demonic eagle.

The vulture let out a mournful cry and flapped its wings frantically.

The tyrant tilted its head and grabbed the two wings of the demon eagle with both hands.

tear up.

Fresh blood gushed out.

The vulture tore itself in two, its internal organs and bits of flesh splattering onto the ground.

The soul fluctuations belonging to the adjutant also dissipated.

Renn's pupils dilated.

His heart felt as if it had been crushed by an invisible hand.

The tyrant threw the vulture's corpse on the ground and disgustedly shook the blood off his hands.

To it, this was just a slightly special insect, not even enough to fill a gap in its teeth.

See here.

On Morgan's armor, the grayish-white essence of time magic began to overflow.

"I told you not to move!" Rein unleashed all his strength, pinning Morgan down firmly.

Raine raised his head, his gaze passing over the army of tyrants in front of him, and looking at the tyrant in the sky who resembled a god.