Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The main hall of the General's Mansion.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged on the jade bed, with a blood-red greatsword lying across his knees.

The chilling killing intent emanating from the sword's edge suppressed the temperature of the entire hall to freezing point.

Outside the door, the sounds of string and wind instruments filled the air, and various charming laughs drifted into the main hall.

They exhausted every means to try to break Lin Yuan's will.

Lin Yuan closed his eyes and breathed steadily.

Compared to Chu Xiaoxiao, who was completely lost in Golden Toad City and whose reason was consumed by greed.

Lin Yuan's current situation may seem perilous, but it is actually as stable as Mount Tai.

From the very first day he entered this world, he was extremely wary of these women who appeared out of nowhere.

He never glanced at them twice, nor did he draw his sword to kill them out of annoyance.

He cut off all possible contact and did only one thing: consume resources, activate the altar, and summon the divine servants.

This physical isolation prevents the negative buff of "bliss" from having a breeding ground.

Although his sanity was slowly decreasing, it remained at a safe level, making it impossible to break through his defenses.

As time went on, Lin Yuan's thinking became increasingly clear.

He opened his eyes, and dark golden divine fire danced deep within his pupils.

He finally saw through Wen Muxue, or rather, the true intention of this [Infinite Simulation Block] artifact.

It's not just a game of vying for supremacy, but also a test of the gods' character.

Wen Muxue threw this group of proud and arrogant freshmen into Starry Sky University.

They were granted high-ranking status, abundant resources, and the power of life and death.

To allow them to experience power and wealth that ordinary people could not attain in several lifetimes in a very short period of time.

The lifespan of deities is often measured in epochs.

Over the long course of time, they will conquer countless planes and wield the power of life and death over billions of living beings.

Faced with endless temptations of resources, beauty, and power, deities can easily lose themselves.

Once the divine fire is corrupted by desire, the deity will degenerate into a monster that only knows how to take and vent, and will eventually perish in madness.

The Rubik's Cube team is using this extreme method to teach them this lesson in advance.

Lin Yuan gently stroked the hilt of the greatsword with his fingers, beginning a self-examination session that belonged only to him.

As a teenager who is not even nineteen years old, Lin Yuan is very clear about his own state of mind.

He has not experienced the vicissitudes of life, nor has he gained the wisdom to see through the illusions of the world.

Forcing him to comprehend the mindset of an old monk who is "a beautiful but skeletal figure, devoid of desires and wants" is nothing but self-deception.

He was in the prime of his life, full of youthful vigor.

The women outside the door were all exceptional in both appearance and figure.

He acknowledged their beauty and admitted that he had the instinctive desires of a man.

But he knew even better what he truly craved.

It is the power that sits on the throne, controlling the birth and death of all things. It is the absolute hegemony that flattens the abyss and tramples all rules underfoot.

Compared to such grand ambitions, physical pleasure seems far too cheap.

"I don't understand the Supreme Being's Indifference to Emotions," Lin Yuan murmured to himself.

"I acknowledge the existence of desire; it is part of my body. But I am the master of this body."

"Desire can be the fuel for my ascent, but it must never be the thread that compels me to draw my sword."

hum!

Within his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, the dark golden divine fire suddenly surged, its light illuminating the entire space of his consciousness.

The wisps of pink mist that were originally generated by the "Paradise" buff evaporated completely under the scorching heat of the divine fire.

Lin Yuan's eyes regained their clarity.

He found his own answer and established the strongest mental defense line at this stage.

Cut off desires with a knife, and your heart will be as clear as a mirror.

This transformation of mindset is more valuable than any improvement in ability.

Lin Yuan stood up, carrying his greatsword, and pushed open the main hall door.

Outside the door, a group of stunningly beautiful women dressed in revealing clothes were carrying drinks and fruit platters. When they saw Lin Yuan come out, they quickly and sweetly went to greet him.

Lin Yuan remained indifferent, showing not a trace of extra emotion.

He walked straight through the crowd and strode toward the General's Platform.

The women were intimidated by the invisible pressure emanating from him and retreated, unable to even get within three feet of him.

Having made his decision, these women could no longer sway him in the slightest.

……

The Central Plains region, the front-line battlefield.

Under the gloomy sky, the earth trembled.

The dull footsteps converged into thunder, crushing across the vast wilderness.

The Insect King hovered a thousand meters in the air, its six wings flapping behind it.

Its cold, compound eyes surveyed the land below, its spiritual power forming a giant net that covered the battlefield for hundreds of miles around.

Before the Insect King took command of the army, the Abyss Blood Army's fighting style was simple and brutal.

The tyrant led the charge, his retinue fought individually, and the native soldiers, with their numerical advantage, swarmed forward.

Although they could win, it was inefficient and resulted in extremely high casualties.

Now, the entire army has been completely transformed.

The 300,000-strong army, under the control of the Insect King's mental network, was transformed into a precisely operating fighting machine.

Ahead of the army was a wide river that ran across the plain, and on the opposite bank stood a fortified fortress belonging to a local chieftain.

On the fortress walls, tens of thousands of indigenous soldiers drew their bows, ready for battle.

The Insect King showed no emotional fluctuations and issued precise mental commands.

In the sky, tens of thousands of mutated demonic bats broke free from the clouds.

It hovered over the fortress, opened its mouth, and emitted piercing ultrasonic waves.

The sound waves created tangible ripples in the air, precisely sweeping across every corner of the fortress.

The troop deployment, formation nodes, and blind spots of the defending forces were all fed back to the Insect King's brain through the mental network.

The next second, a noise came from underground.

Tens of thousands of liquid gold crabs emerge from the silt at the bottom of the river, waving their gold-plated pincers and disrupting the riverbed's structure.

At the same time, thousands of Calamity Fire Spirits emerged from the crowd, stood on the riverbank, and poured the dark blue karmic fire burning within their bodies into the river water.

Heavy water engine.

The rushing river water quickly became heavier than mercury, turning pitch black.

Heavy black water poured into the underground tunnels dug by the liquid gold crabs, directly collapsing the fortress's underground foundation.

Boom!

The sturdy city wall, which was tens of meters high, collapsed on a large scale, and the indigenous soldiers fell into the ruins in terror.

"kill."

The Insect King issued the order for a general offensive.

The Blood Slaughter infantry raised their heavy shields and marched in unison across the dried-up riverbed.

The Wind and Thunder Cavalry flanked from both sides, blocking all escape routes.

Heavy artillerymen set up giant crossbows in the rear and indiscriminately bombarded the remaining resistance forces inside the city.

Wherever the Bloodstained Army passed, not a blade of grass grew.

A sense of overwhelming oppression washed over me.

Everything that stood in their way, whether mountains, forests, or cities, was flattened.

The polluted black river emitted a pungent, toxic gas, and the fertile plains were turned into scorched earth.

This efficiency in plundering and destruction is even more ruthless than that of pure monsters in the abyss.

Along the way, they encountered groups of refugees, lone monsters, and even some indigenous sects hiding deep in the mountains.

Once locked onto by the Demon Blade Bat's reconnaissance net, there is only one outcome.

You either become one of them, or you're doomed.

The snowball kept getting bigger and bigger, and the number of soldiers continued to surge.

The Insect King hovered high in the sky, watching the devastating battle below, secretly pleased with itself.

"Heh heh." The Insect King let out a cold laugh in his heart.

What does it mean that the entire army is under its control?

This shows that the ruler has absolute trust in it.

This demonstrates that the Zerg are the most intelligent and indispensable race in the Wasteland God Realm.

As long as we perform perfectly in this battle in the Rubik's Cube world, we can conquer the entire Central Plains and even the entire world and offer it to the ruler.

In the mind of the ruler, how far away is the position of the first favorite of the divine realm?

Hahaha!

Just as the Insect King was immersed in his wonderful vision of the future.

A deafening roar erupted from the very front of the battlefield below.

The tyrant made his move.

It had long been impatient with this methodical approach.

In its logic, why bother with such complicated tactics? Just smash it directly.

Ahead, a mountain peak several thousand meters high stretched across the back of the fortress.

The indigenous people set up their last defensive formation on the mountain peak, its light shimmering.

The tyrant let out a roar that shook the heavens.

The power of Titans erupted in full force.

Its fifty-meter-tall body expanded rapidly.

The bones grew taller, the muscles bulged, and the dark red qi and blood transformed into tangible smoke that shot straight into the sky.

In just a few seconds, the tyrant transformed into a colossal demon beast over 500 meters tall.

It strode out, causing the earth to tremble and the ground to crack open into a bottomless canyon.

The tyrant arrived at the mountain peak, and without using any weapons, he simply raised his thick right leg and kicked it heavily into the mountainside.

boom!

The loud noise echoed for miles around.

The mountain peak, thousands of meters high, along with the defensive formations set up on it, was directly broken in half by this kick.

The upper half of the mountain collapsed in mid-air, and countless rocks rained down.

The tyrant opened its blood-red maw, and the void behind it instantly tore apart, forming a huge black hole with a diameter of several hundred meters.

A burst of intense suction power.

The shattered mountain, the mineral veins hidden in the mountain's belly, and the spiritual herbs and weapons in the fortress's treasure vault.

They were all freed from Earth's gravity and swept into the void rift, where they were stored.

This is true violent aesthetics.

Led by the tyrant, hundreds of dual-sequence tyrants charged into the enemy ranks.

As they thought of it, the gold on their bodies began to wriggle.

Giant axes, heavy swords, and serrated long knives, each several meters long, extend from the arms.

A monstrous demon leaped high into the air, its golden axe imbued with the power of the Titans, and brought it down with a single blow.

It split a massive guardian beast, along with the ground, in two.

The other demon flashed and disappeared into the shadows on the ground.

The Shadow ability is activated.

The next second, it emerged from the shadow of a powerful native, its golden claws easily piercing through the opponent's chest.

Appearing and disappearing unpredictably, possessing immense strength.

The sheer destructive power displayed by the Berserkers on the battlefield terrified all the natives who witnessed it.

The tyrant stood in the middle of the ruins, crushing a native city lord who was trying to escape with one foot.

It turned its massive head, its blood-red eyes piercing through the clouds, and coldly glanced at the insect king high in the sky.

His eyes were filled with undisguised disdain and warning.

In the tyrant's view, if it weren't for the Creator's order to put this insect in charge of commanding the army...

How dare such a fragile arthropod point fingers at the Demon Clan?

Great joke.

High in the sky, the Insect King froze when it met the Tyrant's murderous gaze.

All six wings almost forgot to vibrate.

It was startled and quickly shut down those unrealistic daydreams in its mind.

The Insect King knew very well that the Tyrant was a dangerous element through and through.

If you really provoke it, it might actually turn against you on the battlefield and tear its commander to shreds first.

Even if it endures it here, it will wait until it returns to the Wasteland God Realm.

The tyrant led his demon race to block the entrance to the Zerg hive every day; life was unbearable.

"Focus on your work, focus on your work."

The Insect King put aside his thoughts and focused all his mental energy on the command of his army.

Its command team cleaned up the battlefield, took in prisoners, and packed up resources to send to the rear.

Without a moment's rest, the Blood Abyss Army marched across the ruins and continued its advance into the distance.