Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

One of the monsters made the first move.

The other monstrous demons nearby followed suit.

They grabbed multi-headed bats and deformed bony fish, tearing these monsters to pieces one by one like crushing cheap toys.

In less than a minute, twenty or thirty monsters died on the spot.

Behind the army of tyrannical demons.

Raine and Morgan watched helplessly as the carnage unfolded before them.

Morgan's eyes were bloodshot, and a mad glint burned deep within his pupils.

The Time Demon essence within his body surged, and the grayish-white death energy was about to break through the suppression of the Violent Demon Mimicry.

He wanted to rush out and kill all these tyrants.

A large hand pressed down on Morgan's nape.

Raine's fingers were almost embedded in Morgan's flesh.

Renn was breathing heavily, his chest heaving.

His hatred was no less than Morgan's.

But Renn didn't move.

His reason firmly suppressed his emotions.

Danger alarms sounded within him; every cell was sending him a message:

Move a muscle, or you'll die!

Raine pressed Morgan's head into the mud, preventing him from making a sound.

Zerg army formation.

The Insect King stood at the forefront of the swarm of millions of insects.

Its narrow compound eyes gleamed with a dark purple light as it watched the several monstrous demons wantonly slaughtering the spoils it had collected.

The insect king was in a panic.

This is the most important part of its plan.

If these mindless thugs keep tearing things apart, all its spoils will be wasted.

The insect king waved its forelimbs.

A dark shadow flew out from behind the swarm of insects, crossed the open space where the two armies were facing off, and crashed into the ground at the Tyrant's feet.

boom.

The dark figure rolled a few times on the ground and then stopped.

It is Mohr.

At this moment, Morty was in dire straits.

His bony wings were broken, his large claws were chopped off at the root, and his body was covered with deep, corrosive wounds that exposed the bone.

He wasn't quite dead yet; his chest rose and fell weakly, and dark purple mucus kept oozing from his mouth.

When Raine saw Mor being thrown out by the Insect King, he almost couldn't hold back his tears.

The goal of revenge is right in front of him, yet he doesn't even have the right to lift a finger.

The Insect King ignored whether Mor lived or died.

It stepped forward, its body slightly lowered, and knelt on one knee before the tyrant.

The Insect King lowered its noble head, submitting to the overlord of this divine realm.

At the same time, a subtle mental fluctuation emanated from the insect king's tentacles, connecting with the tyrant's consciousness.

The tyrant hovered in mid-air, looking down at the insect king.

It raised a brow bone with its dark gold color.

This bug is quite nice.

They didn't become arrogant just because they broke through to the Diamond rank; they still knew who was in charge of this divine realm.

The Tyrant just saw that the Insect King had put over a thousand pieces of junk in front of the battle lines.

Thinking the other party was provoking them, they allowed their men to go up and crush a few of them.

It now seems that the other party does indeed have something important to discuss.

The tyrant lowered his mental barriers and received the memory fragments transmitted by the Insect King.

The memories include the invasion of the Time Demons, Mor's crazy experiments, and the fusion process of these monsters.

The tyrant's dark golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly.

Invaders, assimilation.

A scene flashed through the tyrant's mind.

Since it awoke from its seclusion, it has noticed that the auras of two violent demons in the Blood Sea of ​​the Core Basin are somewhat strange.

Those two monstrous demons only had a single-sequence constitution, and they were incredibly cowardly.

They spent all day immersed in the bloody waters on the edge of the zone, not daring to even lift their heads.

Now everything is in place.

The tyrant snorted coldly.

To ensure its core basin was absolutely clean, it raised its right hand and casually grabbed at the rear of the demon army.

The power of heaven and earth erupts!

Without any warning, the space behind the demon army was directly reorganized.

The air around Raine and Morgan was instantly sucked out, and repulsive forces squeezed in from all directions.

Raine and Morgan felt a sudden lightness in their bodies.

Before they could react, they were lifted off the ground, soaring over the heads of hundreds of thousands of demons, and crashing into the air in front of the tyrant.

An invisible shackle of gravity tightly bound the two together.

Renn and Morgan were both stunned.

One second they were cursing Moore in their hearts, wishing they could tear him to pieces.

The next second, they became fish on a chopping board.

The two struggled desperately, trying to mobilize the Time Demon essence within their bodies to break free from the mimicry.

like water off a duck's back.

They couldn't even move a finger; their internal energy pathways were completely blocked.

At the same Diamond tier, Renn finally understood what an insurmountable barrier truly meant.

This is not only a crushing defeat in basic attributes, but also an absolute control over the power of heaven and earth.

In the face of a tyrant, they were nothing more than two chicks that could be crushed at any moment.

The tyrant carefully examined the two people who were trapped in mid-air.

The grayish-white soul energy was faintly visible beneath the dark gold armor.

Sure enough, it was those two little chicks.

The tyrant withdrew his gaze and glanced at the Insect King kneeling on the ground.

It was very pleased with the little gift from the Insect King.

The tyrant opened its massive maw: Roar! (Speak, you insect. What do you want with all this junk laid out in front of me?)

Normally, the Insect King could completely conceal the intruder's information and deal with it secretly on its own.

Now that the other party has proactively delivered people and secrets to its doorstep, the tyrant is willing to give it a chance to speak.

Hearing that the tyrant was willing to communicate normally, the Insect King secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, these two invaders happened to have infiltrated the core basin of the Tyrant Demon.

Otherwise, given that old madman's temper, he wouldn't listen to a single word he said and might even start a fight right away.

The Insect King raised its head, and its mental fluctuations were transmitted once again.

"Great tyrant, I beg you, bring these thousand fused races back to the Central Basin."

The Insect King went straight to the point: "Use the power of the divine tree to feed them and reproduce them."

"We'll release them when the time is right."

"To further strengthen the power of the Sky and Ocean races within the Divine Realm."

The tyrant let out a cold snort after hearing this.

The shockwave rippled outwards, sending dozens of monsters in the front row flying.

"You want me to bring this garbage into my territory?" A savage glint flashed in the tyrant's eyes.

"You want to feed them with the sacred tree? Do you think I'm a scavenger?!"

The tyrant utterly despised these creatures from the lowest levels of the divine realm.

What disgusted it even more was that the bodies of these creatures contained the souls of the invaders.

The Insect King did not back down, explaining calmly with a composed demeanor.

"Tyrant, please calm your anger. Although their souls came from the invaders, their bodies are definitely products of our divine realm."

The Insect King pointed to the half-dead Mor on the ground, "Under that madman's modifications, the souls of these invaders have been suppressed by their primal instincts."

"They are just a bunch of mindless beasts now, they can't be considered invaders at all."

The Insect King paused for a moment before throwing out its core trump card.

"After merging with the souls of these alien races, the potential of these bodies was greatly enhanced."

"They possess the potential to break free from the shackles of bloodlines."

"However, the current fusion is too low-level and extremely unstable."

"They won't live long."

"Only the high-level divine fruits that grow on the central divine tree can stabilize the genetic conflicts within them and help them improve their rank."

The tyrant remained unmoved, his eyes still cold.

Seeing this, the Insect King immediately unleashed his final trump card.

"If these species are allowed to further evolve and reproduce, they can completely integrate into the ecological chain of the divine realm."

"The overall strength of the Sky and Ocean races will experience a qualitative leap."

The Insect King's mental fluctuations became incredibly frenzied.

"The stronger the divine realm becomes, the happier the Creator will be."

Creator, Lin Yuan.

The moment those three words were uttered, the tyrant's expression changed instantly.

The chilling murderous intent dissipated, replaced by a heartfelt reverence.

A tyrant will spare no effort to accomplish anything that aligns with the interests of the Creator.

This is its reason for existence, and also the mission for which it was given the name "tyrant".

The Insect King keenly sensed the Tyrant's emotional shift and quickly seized the opportunity to strike.

"Tyrant, you should know very well," the Insect King continued to persuade, "because your race is too powerful, the Creator has issued a divine decree restricting you to fighting privately only within the basin."

"You haven't experienced a real war in a long time."

"If the strength of the Sky and Ocean races is greatly enhanced."

"Even if they can only serve as a testing ground for the violent demon race, the Creator is very likely to revoke the oracle that restricts private duels."

The Insect King had barely finished speaking.

The hundreds of thousands of monstrous demons behind them immediately became excited.

There's no need to suppress instincts, and no need to fight to the death with your own people in the basin.

They can rush out and tear other races apart without restraint.

A roar erupted from the raging demon army, their fighting spirit soaring to the heavens.

Challenging strong opponents in the basin is very exciting and thrilling.

But you can't keep challenging yourself all the time. Occasionally, it's good to beat some newbies; that's part of life.

The tyrant raised his hand, suppressing the army's restlessness.

It lowered its head, lost in thought.

The Insect King knelt on the ground, a triumphant glint flashing deep within its compound eyes.

It certainly wasn't so kind as to help the Sky and Ocean races increase their strength.

It has its own agenda.

The Insect King had already analyzed that if these thousand monsters were given to the Insect Mother to devour and extract gene fragments...

The process is not only lengthy, but it is also very easy to miss key, effective genes.

It cannot be perfectly integrated into the characteristics of the Zerg.

Therefore, these monsters must be allowed to live and reproduce more stable offspring.

However, the Zerg themselves don't have many resources, not to mention that they also need to allocate some resources to cultivate the Crimson Trees.

There simply weren't enough extra resources to feed these monsters.

But the Demon race is different.

They occupy the most core resources of the divine realm and guard that towering divine tree.

The Insect King is using a hen to lay eggs.

They no longer crave the flesh and blood of ordinary sky and sea creatures.

They need a higher quality gene pool.

Since the Demon Clan is too powerful to provoke, the only option is to take a roundabout approach.

Use the resources of the tyrants to improve the overall quality of sky and sea creatures.

Once these monsters have multiplied and grown strong, the Zerg will then harvest them.

Extract the purest invader genes and integrate them into the gene chain of the next generation of Zerg.

As for whether there are concerns that these races, once they develop, might surpass the Zerg?

The Insect King sneered inwardly.

The king only needs to sit on his throne.

The Zerg evolve at a speed that rivals that of any other species.

The tyrant in mid-air finally stopped thinking.

It figured it out.

The Insect King's suggestion was indeed beneficial to the overall improvement of the Divine Realm's strength.

As the Creator's representative in the divine realm.

Balancing the ecosystem and developing the sacred realm should be its inherent responsibility.

More importantly, it pleases the Creator.

Moreover, having just broken through, it would be difficult for my strength to make a qualitative leap in a short period of time.

Bringing some small pets home to keep as pets and pass the time is a good idea.

"I agree," the tyrant said, his voice booming like thunder.

With a wave of his hand, the tyrant's army of demons behind him quickly dispersed, surrounding the more than one thousand monsters.

Like herding sheep, they were gathered into the center of the army.

Then, the tyrant glanced at Raine and Morgan, who were trapped in mid-air.

The light emanating from the tyrant peeled away, transforming into two ropes that bound Raine and Morgan together like two dumplings.

Whoosh.

The tyrant casually tossed it aside.

They slammed Raine and Morgan heavily into the mud in front of the Insect King.

"Consider these two my return gifts to you." The tyrant looked down at the insect king. "Do with them as you see fit."

The transaction is complete.

The tyrant didn't look at it again and turned to fly towards the core basin.

Hundreds of thousands of monstrous demons drove the monster horde on their return journey in a grand procession.

The wilderness has returned to its former tranquility.

Raine and Morgan were tightly bound to the ground with dark gold ropes, unable to move.

Beside them was their leader, Mor, who had lost both arms and wings and was barely clinging to life.

Raine turned his head and looked at Moore's distorted face.

Morgan also turned his head and looked at Ryan.

The three looked at each other in bewilderment.

They were once the most elite fighting force of the Time Demon Clan, plunderers of the starry sky.

Now, they are like three items with clearly marked prices, being casually exchanged and discarded by the two indigenous chiefs.

Death comes so inexplicably.