Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

General's Mansion, Central Square.

The vast square was completely filled with piles of minerals, spiritual herbs, flesh, and corpses.

Lin Yuan stood on the high platform and issued instructions.

"Sacrifice".

All five altars are activated simultaneously.

As the array patterns activated, massive amounts of resources dissolved in the light, rushing from the center of the altar into the boundless star realm.

The void was torn apart.

Spatial turbulence raged above the plaza, and five passageways slowly took shape.

Ten thousand mutated demonic vultures were the first to rush out of the passage, their wings spreading out to blot out the sky.

Footsteps came from another passageway.

One hundred dual-sequence berserkers strode into the plaza, their hands converging into various weapons.

The Phaseless Source Worm, the Calamity Fire Spirit, and the Liquid Gold Crab descended one after another.

Lin Yuan looked up at his wasteland retinue.

Just a day earlier, he had to devote most of his energy to suppressing the desires that were constantly growing in his mind.

Now, the pink mist can't even get within three feet of him.

A transformation of mindset, a clear and bright divine fire.

He no longer needed to cower in this city; he could freely mobilize all his divine power to push this fifth-level demigod body to its peak.

Lin Yuan slightly bent his knees and rose into the air.

The wind howled in my ears.

It landed steadily on the back of the largest mutated magic vulture.

Lin Yuan slowly raised his right arm, the blood-red greatsword in his hand pointing directly at the front-line battlefield in the heart of the Central Plains.

"Set off."

The command was transmitted through the King's mental network to the minds of every member of his retinue.

The mutated demonic eagle let out a long cry and flapped its wings.

Tens of thousands of demonic vultures took to the air, transforming into a moving black cloud that surrounded Lin Yuan at the forefront, speeding towards the front line.

Below, some tyrants spread their wings in the void, while others ran wildly across the land.

Fire Spirit and Source Worm followed closely behind.

Lin Yuan stood on the back of the demonic vulture, the wind whipping against his cold, handsome face.

Looking down at the devastation passing by, a dark golden light slowly swirled deep within his eyes.

It's time for him to personally put an end to this childish game of vying for supremacy.

……

In the heart of the Central Plains, lies Luoying Gorge.

Su Zhe hid in a crevice in a rock wall.

He held his breath and suppressed the fluctuations of his divine power.

Through the gap, one can see down into the canyon.

My scalp is tingling.

At the bottom of the canyon, the Blood Abyss army is passing through.

The Bloodslaughter infantry raised their heavy shields, trampling down the bushes and boulders along the way.

The Wind and Thunder Cavalry drove a group of newly captured native monsters into the army's slaughter camp.

What left Su Zhe speechless the most were the monsters mixed in with the army.

Several liquid gold crabs waved their large pincers, crushing the exposed iron ore along with the soil on both sides of the canyon and stuffing it into their mouths to chew.

Where the Calamity Fire Spirit passed, rocks were melted into magma by the high temperature, and even the ground was burned down three feet.

In mid-air, the mutated demonic bat emitted ultrasonic waves, shattering the internal organs of several native pangolins hidden deep underground.

They were then dragged out of the ground by the phaseless source insects and devoured.

"damn it."

Su Zhe cursed inwardly.

Are these guys here to fight a war, or are they fleeing famine?

He can understand plundering resources; everyone does it.

But this army, which flew the banner of "Abyss Blood," was like a locust swarm passing through.

They don't even let go of a wild grass with a spirit or a stone with energy.

They literally gnawed away the vibrant Luoying Gorge, turning it into a barren wasteland.

"Even the demons in the abyss aren't as ruthless as you guys," Su Zhe thought to himself.

He rubbed his temples, suppressing the urge to rush out and kill.

As a top prodigy in the high-risk Class 3 of Starry Sky University, Su Zhe possesses the cultivation level of a fifth-level demigod.

His divine realm, the "Paper Burial Realm," is gloomy and eerie, and his retinue consists entirely of bizarre paper figures folded from the power of rules.

In terms of individual combat strength, he completely disregarded the Abyss Blood soldiers below.

Killing them is easier than killing chickens.

But he dared not make a move.

Two days ago, he encountered a scout squad.

He casually released several diamond-level paper figures, which sliced ​​the dozens of bats into pieces.

This caused a lot of trouble.

After the scouts died, the plague toxins inside their bodies erupted instantly, corroding their paper figures.

Then, the demonic eagles in the sky launched a suicidal dive, causing spatial tremors and plague toxins.

If he hadn't run fast, he would have lost a lot of his divine power on the spot.

These monsters are not afraid of death at all; they even want to take someone down with them after they die.

Once entangled, an endless stream of reinforcements will pounce like mad dogs.

If I can't afford to offend them, I'll just avoid them.

Su Zhe was secretly pleased with himself.

He glanced down at a square cardboard box hanging from his waist.

This is his altar.

The identity card he drew belonged to the lowest level of the third tier.

Wandering priest.

This identity has no city, no territory.

They start with very few resources, comparable to bandits in the fourth tier.

But this identity has one unique advantage.

free.

The altar can be carried with you.

Unlike other students, you don't need to stubbornly defend a single city.

After the city fell, he also suffered the backlash of the rules and was eventually beaten to death by these monsters.

"Lin Yuan is indeed strong; he can raise such a large army."

"But the Rubik's Cube world is so big, I can hide in any nook or cranny and you'll never find me in your lifetime."

Su Zhe was very confident.

His "Paper Burial World" possesses extremely strong spatial folding capabilities.

He folded himself into a two-dimensional paper space and stuck it into a crevice in the rock wall.

He was completely lifeless.

Even if the Abyss Blood Army's ultrasonic waves swept over him, they would only treat him as an ordinary stone.

Once the army has gone far away, he will change direction and slowly develop in remote areas.

As long as he can hold out and outlast his classmates, he can still get good grades.

Anyway, he's not aiming for first place.

The Blood Army at the bottom of the canyon gradually receded into the distance.

The footsteps disappeared.

Su Zhe breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his hand, and a pale white divine light shone from his fingertips.

Prepare to de-fold the 2D shape and leave this place.

In that very instant.

The sky above suddenly darkened.

The wind howled, and the airflow produced sonic booms.

Su Zhe subconsciously looked up.

A massive black-feathered eagle tore through the clouds and hovered above Eagle Fall Gorge.

On the back of the demonic eagle stood a man dressed in dark red heavy armor.

Lin Yuan.

Su Zhe's pupils suddenly contracted.

There was no fluctuation of energy coming from him. When did this guy arrive?

Lin Yuan stood on the back of the demonic vulture, looking down. His gaze was fixed on the inconspicuous piece of paper hidden in a crevice in the rock wall.

Their gazes met across the distance.

Su Zhe felt a chill run down his spine, a deadly sense of crisis rushing to his head.

Was discovered.

Without any hesitation, Su Zhe unleashed the divine power of a fifth-level demigod within him.

"Divine Art: Paper Burial Maze!"

He waved his hands rapidly.

The cardboard box at his waist disintegrated automatically, and a shower of pale white paper money flew out.

The paper money rapidly rearranged itself in mid-air, forming a multi-dimensional folded space, attempting to trap Lin Yuan within it.

At the same time, Su Zhe's true form transformed into a paper-thin phantom, frantically fleeing in the opposite direction.

Extremely quick reaction and decisive tactics.

No wonder they're from the high-risk third shift.

Lin Yuan looked calmly at the paper maze that was looming over him.

He used his legs to propel himself off the back of the demonic vulture, crashing down on Su Zhe below.

Faced with a complex and layered spatial maze.

Lin Yuan raised his right hand, holding the blood-red greatsword high above his head.

Divine fire burned on the sword's edge.

A sword slashed out.

There are no fancy techniques, only extreme power and speed.

Tear it apart!

The folded space was as fragile as a piece of waste paper in front of the crimson greatsword.

A flash of sword light, and the maze was split in two, shattering with a deafening roar.

Lin Yuan pierced through the flying paper scraps and appeared behind Su Zhe.

Su Zhe was greatly alarmed.

That speed, that destructive power.

This completely exceeds the common sense of a demigod at the fifth level.

"Paper dolls to die in place of others!"

Su Zhe bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His body quickly withered and shriveled, turning into a paper figure with a strange smiling face drawn on it.

His true form had already reformed a hundred meters away.

This is his strongest trump card for survival.

Lin Yuan pierced the paper figure with his sword.

The paper figure burst into green flames and turned to ashes.

A hundred meters away, Su Zhe had just steadied himself and was preparing to use his space jump again.

Lin Yuan turned his head and looked at Su Zhe.

He did not swing his sword again.

Instead, he raised his left hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together, and pointed at Su Zhe from afar.

A faint, dark gray light suddenly appeared at the fingertips.

Divine Art: [Mark of Withering and Flourishing].

Su Zhe's heart skipped a beat.

That gray-black light contained an aura of rules that made his soul tremble.

The end.

death.

The mark of life and death disregarded spatial distance, spanning a hundred meters, and was directly imprinted on Su Zhe's brow.

"No--"

Su Zhe let out a piercing scream.

His vitality, divine power, and vital energy were forcibly stripped away after the mark was placed on him.

The plump flesh quickly shrank.

The pale white divine fire struggled violently in the sea of ​​consciousness, but was suppressed by the gray-black death energy and eventually extinguished completely.

Skin peels off, bones weather away.

He didn't even have a chance to use the substitution technique again.

Just two seconds.

A top genius at the fifth level of demigod realm had everything drained from him.

A gentle breeze was blowing.

Su Zhe's body drifted away in the wind.

Clang.

The cardboard box, which served as a personal altar, fell to the ground, lost its host and became a pile of waste paper.

Lin Yuan landed on the ground.

He looked down at the pile of waste paper on the ground and shook his head.

"It was indeed well hidden."

His voice was calm.

If we rely solely on the insect king's mental network and the tyrant's brutal push.

It is indeed very difficult to catch such rats that have special ways of hiding and can move at any time.

They are like maggots clinging to bones, hiding in the shadows and accumulating strength.

Waiting for the right moment to bite back.

But it's different now.

In the sky, tens of thousands of mutated demonic vultures circled and descended.

Lin Yuan stepped onto the back of the lead demonic vulture.

The divine fire within his body boiled, and he unleashed the full power of a fifth-level demigod.

A dark golden light shot straight into the sky, tearing a hole in the heavens.

Murderous intent.

Pure and domineering killing intent spread from Lin Yuan to the entire Rubik's Cube world.

He no longer hid, no longer tested.

He made his location and his presence clearly visible to all the surviving classmates.

Lin Yuan raised the blood-red greatsword, its blade pointing straight at the sky.

"Game countdown begins."

With the blessing of divine power, the sound spread throughout the entire Central Plains region.

"Either come out and face your death."

"Or, I'll turn this world upside down and send you on your way."