Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

New World Wasteland.

Millions of Zerg soldiers retreated underground.

Three heavy beetles spread their limbs, dragging three broken bodies, and walked at the front of the procession.

Morgan, with her Titan-like camouflage shell, was dragged backwards across the rough ground.

The gravel cut his skin, and dark golden blood splattered along the way.

He twisted his neck desperately, looking at Moore, who was also being dragged along beside him.

Moore's limbs were broken, and he was barely hanging on by a thread.

Morgan's eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "Morr! You old beast!"

He struggled violently, making a hissing sound as he rubbed against the rope.

"What's going on with those monsters in the camp?! Tell me!"

Morgan glared angrily at Mor's pale face.

"You turned your adjutant into a hawk! You stuffed Bart into a crab shell!"

"You've turned over a thousand living, breathing members of your tribe into mindless beasts!"

Morgan's voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Answer me! Why did you do this?!"

The surrounding insects rustled and crawled, but none of them paid any attention to the captive's roar.

Moll turned his head and looked at Morgan, who had gone mad.

He felt neither anger nor remorse.

Mohr split open his blood-stained mouth and suddenly laughed.

The laughter changed from a low, guttural groan to unrestrained, maniacal laughter.

The airflow aggravated the wound in his chest cavity, causing him to cough up large chunks of internal organs, but he was still smiling.

"Morgan...Raine..."

Moore's weak voice cut through the laughter and reached their ears.

"You two little brats are really tough."

Moor's gaze swept over Morgan and the silent Rein beside him.

He saw through their disguise at a glance.

We've worked together for hundreds of years, and our bond is ingrained in each other's very being.

"They actually managed to get close to that big guy's core area and survive."

Moore coughed up blood. "I underestimated you. What about the other four? Are they hiding in some corner, barely clinging to life?"

Mogan was stunned.

He hadn't expected Moore to ask such a question when faced with this kind of interrogation.

Rage completely overwhelmed Morgan's reason.

"How dare you ask that!"

Morgan roared wildly, spittle flying everywhere.

"You personally destroyed an entire race! You're a madman! You're a sinner!"

"He's dead."

A calm voice interrupted Morgan's cursing.

Raine was tied to the arthropod's limbs and looked up.

His voice was completely flat.

"They're all dead. In the end, only the three of us are left."

Renn turned his head and his gaze fell on Moore.

"Now, the three of us are about to die too."

Moore laughed even harder when he heard this answer.

He laughed until tears mixed with blood streamed down his face, and his whole body convulsed from laughing.

"Good! Good riddance!"

Moore laughed while panting heavily.

"Star wanderers, we die in the nameless realm of the gods; this is our destiny!"

Morgan felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the maniacally laughing Mor.

crazy.

The leader has really gone mad.

Morgan turned her gaze to Renn, trying to find a glimmer of hope for resistance in the captain.

Ryan closed his eyes again and stopped talking.

Hatred, anger, resentment.

These emotions seem meaningless in the face of death.

Raine recalled the centuries of battles fought in the stars.

They plunder resources, slaughter the weak, and pursue higher laws.

They thought they were hunters who could control everything.

Until I stepped into this wasteland.

This illogical land, teeming with destruction and devouring, strips away all their pretense.

The Time Demons are nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust in the universe.

Struggling is futile.

To die alongside the leader and brothers is a kind of fulfillment.

The worker insect dragged the three of them down the underground passage.

The light disappeared.

A sour, rotten smell wafted over me.

At the deepest part of the insect cave, a thousand-meter-high underground cavity appeared before the three of them.

In the center of the hollow, the Zerg Queen, a mountain of flesh, resides.

Her ovipositor sac writhed endlessly, and green mucus dripped down her carapace.

The Insect King stood beside his mother, staring at the three prey that had been transported over.

Worker insects loosen their limbs.

Moore, Ryan, and Morgan were thrown in front of the Queen Mother's enormous maw.

The Queen Mother opened her abyss-like maw, which was filled with concentric circles of sharp teeth.

Moore stared at the enormous mouth, his maniacal laughter unabated.

He used his last bit of strength to straighten his upper body and rush towards his mother's mouth.

"Come on! Eat me! Let's see if my genes can burst your stomach!"

Click.

The sharp teeth closed.

Moore's laughter stopped abruptly as his body was bitten to pieces, and blood gushed out.

As Morgan watched this scene, his pupils contracted to their maximum.

He doesn't want to die.

He has thousands of years left to live, and he can return to the stars.

"No! Let me go! I'm willing to submit! I'm willing to be your slave!"

Morgan twisted its body wildly and roared at the Insect King.

The Insect King didn't even flinch.

The Queen Mother's mouth opened again, and the powerful suction pulled Morgan inside.

Morgan's screams echoed within the insect burrow, then were drowned out by the sound of bones shattering.

Renn lay quietly on the ground.

He looked up at the dark rock wall above him, and the image of the long-depleted starry sky of his hometown flashed through his mind.

His mother's shadow loomed over him.

Renn closed his eyes, a very faint smile playing on his lips.

Darkness descends.

……

Shifting focus.

Central Basin, Gladiator Cage

The tyrant hovered in mid-air.

Below, more than a thousand monsters stitched together by Mor were huddled in a corner of the gladiatorial cage, trembling with fear.

These monsters come in various shapes and sizes.

It contains the soul of a Time Demon, but its body is that of a creature from the Divine Realm.

The tyrant looked at these rubbish people with disgust in his eyes.

If the pie in the sky hadn't been so big and round, it would have blown all those things to dust in one breath.

"Go in," the tyrant commanded.

The gates of the fighting cage opened.

Space folds, and a fierce wind howls.

Dozens of platinum-tier berserkers had been waiting impatiently in the cage for some time.

They received the king's order to train the troops.

Train like crazy.

The monstrous demons charged into the monster horde.

The massacre began.

A monstrous demon grabbed a multi-headed bat and ripped off one of its wings.

The bat emitted a sharp hiss.

Another tyrant stomped on and crushed the shell of a liquid gold crab.

Dark green liquid splattered everywhere.

One-sided crushing.

These monsters are at most Gold rank, and they have no chance to fight back against a Platinum rank Berserker.

The sounds of bones breaking and flesh tearing echoed throughout the gladiatorial cage.

In just a few minutes.

All of the more than a thousand monsters were severely injured and lay on the ground, barely alive.

The tyrant raised his hand.

The demons stopped attacking and retreated to the side.

The floor of the gladiator cage cracked.

More than a thousand dying monsters fell directly into the Blood Abyss Sea below.

The thick blood quickly submerged them.

The rapid regeneration force field was forcibly injected into their damaged bodies.

At the same time, dozens of fist-sized, dark red fleshy tumors fell from the demon tree and crashed into the sea of ​​blood.

The sarcoma dissolves in the blood, turning into a highly concentrated repair fluid.

excruciating pain.

The excruciating pain that tears the soul apart.

The blood is repairing their bodies while forcibly altering their genes.

A dying vulture writhed in the blood.

Its internal organs had been pulverized into a pulp, and the soul fluctuations of the Time Demon were dissipating.

Just as it was about to die.

[The End and the Origin] The power finally awakened within them.

The closer one gets to death, the more terrifying the rebound becomes.

The vulture's disoriented pupils suddenly contracted.

The surrounding blood and tumor energy surged wildly into its body.

The shattered internal organs were forcibly reassembled in 0.1 seconds.

Not only that.

Under this extreme pressure of life and death, the soul of the Time Demon Clan and the body of the Demon Vulture finally broke through that barrier.

Complete integration.

The demonic eagle's feathers changed from pale white to dark gold. Its aura surged from the early stage of the Gold rank to the high stage.

It came back to life.

Not just it.

In the sea of ​​blood, dozens of monsters that had survived the limits of life and death had all completed their initial transformation.

But many more monsters couldn't withstand it.

Hundreds of corpses sank to the bottom of the sea of ​​blood, turning into nourishment.

The tyrant watched this scene with cold indifference.

"Get them out," the tyrant ordered.

The surviving monsters were pulled from the water by the tyrant and thrown back into the gladiatorial cage.

"continue."

A new round of massacres has begun.

Beat them half to death, then throw them into the blood pool. Eat the tumor, then beat them again.

This is how tyrants are raised.

Time flew by above the divine realm.

The effects of the [Advanced Time Card] and the [Life Reproduction Tide Card] stack.

Thirty years have passed.

Of the original thousand or so monsters, less than two hundred survived the first ten years.

These two hundred monsters have gone through countless cycles of life and death.

They have adapted to this hellish rhythm.

Inside the gladiatorial cage.

A low-level Platinum-rank Berserker swung its heavy fist at a seven-meter-long bone fish.

The bony fish did not try to escape.

A grayish-white ripple suddenly appeared on its body surface.

Mimicry-based initiation.

The skeleton of the bony fish rapidly reassembles.

In the blink of an eye, his body was covered with a layer of fluid defense unique to violent demons.

boom!

A heavy punch landed on the bony fish.

The bone fish was thrown backward and crashed into a metal pillar, but it did not die.

The dark gold liquid absorbed most of the power.

The bone fish continued to tumble in the air, tearing the demon's arm with its bone spikes.

The tyrant watched this scene from mid-air, a hint of surprise flashing in his vertical pupils.

These trash actually evolved something incredible.

Under the extreme pressure of the past decade.

The Time Demon race's mimicry talent, combined with the genes of native creatures, underwent a wondrous mutation.

They are no longer limited to changing appearance.

They learned to imitate.

By enduring attacks, analyze the opponent's ability operation path, and then simulate it using your own energy system.

This is a rather bizarre survival skill.

When the monsters attacked them, they imitated the monsters' defense and strength.

When the wind blows, they mimic the cutting trajectory of the wind.

They imprint these abilities into their genes, making them part of their own system.

The tyrant grinned and laughed.

That's what makes it interesting.

"Let them out," the tyrant ordered.

The gate opened.

Two hundred battered but ferocious monsters burst out of the arena.

The tyrant did not let them remain idle.

It commanded these monsters to leave the basin and reproduce in the surrounding wasteland.

After they reproduce, they are brought back to the basin to continue to be ravaged by the tyrannical demon.

Back and forth.

Under the catalysis of the [Life Reproduction Tide Card].

These monsters reproduce at an equally terrifying rate.

Hundreds of mutated demonic vultures nested on the cliff. Thousands of thousand-faced bone fish laid their eggs in the River Styx.

Newborn offspring inherit some of the mutated genes from their parents.

From birth, they possess the ability to imitate and imprint.

The larvae were returned to the basin.

The thugs have a new toy.

Fighting, evolving, and reproducing.

Several thousand, tens of thousands.

By the thirtieth year.

The number of these mutated monsters is approaching 100,000.

One hundred thousand mutated creatures with the ability to mimic each other consume an astronomical amount of blood and tumors every day.

No matter how abundant the resources in the central basin are, they cannot withstand such unrestrained consumption.

The tyrant sat under the demon tree, looking down at the mutated army below, feeling a headache coming on.

These guys are getting harder and harder to kill.

Now, a Platinum-ranked Berserker is facing more than a dozen Platinum-ranked mutated Demon Vultures.

If you're not careful, you could get injured by the opponent's imitated combined attack tactics.

The training objective has been achieved.

Keeping them would be a waste of our food supply.

The tyrant stood up.

The power of heaven and earth erupted.

One hundred thousand mutated monsters were lifted up by an invisible force and thrown directly out of the boundary of the central basin.

"roll."

The tyrant's voice boomed in their minds.

"Go back to where you came from."

An army of 100,000 landed on the wasteland.

They raised their heads and let out roars.

The mutated demonic vulture spread its wings and soared into the sky. Tens of thousands of bats gathered into a black cloud, obscuring the sky.

The mutated bone fish and liquid gold crab dived into the deep water along a tributary of the River Styx.

The transformation of the sky and ocean races has officially begun.