Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The tyrant maintained a defensive posture. The wind blew, swirling up a carpet of withered leaves.

It glanced down at the empty crater, then looked up at the figure rushing away at the horizon.

The number one combat power in the Wasteland God Realm, the tyrant appointed by the Creator.

I was tricked by a tree.

Liquid metal surged across the tyrant's body, and the killing intent in his scarlet eyes almost solidified into a tangible form.

The tyrant was enraged.

Since its birth in the divine realm, it has been the absolute overlord.

The Insect King had to cower before it, and neither the Sea Race nor the Sky Race had the courage to look it in the eye.

Today, it was actually being played like a monkey by an indigenous plant.

Unforgivable.

The earth beneath the tyrant's feet began to crack.

A thousand times the force of gravity is released indiscriminately around it.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, rocks, trees, and the corpses of indigenous beasts were all crushed into dust.

Just then, the eastern sky was dyed red by dark blue flames.

Thirty-five hundred thousand Calamity Fire Spirits swept in with overwhelming force.

Excitement gleamed in their eye sockets as they prepared to feast on wood-based energy.

As a result, when they reached the edge of the core battlefield, the Fire Spirit army suddenly braked.

The leading diamond-ranked fire spirits looked at each other in bewilderment.

Where are the trees?

Where is such a huge, ancient mother tree?

All they saw was a bottomless pit and a tyrant standing at its edge, radiating a menacing aura.

The fire spirits were somewhat bewildered.

These guys usually just know how to burn things; most of them aren't actually that smart.

I don't understand the current situation, but I feel that the tyrant is in great danger.

The tyrant slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the Fire Spirit army.

To be precise, it targets 9,800 Diamond-tier Fire Spirits.

The tyrant's wings flapped in the void behind him, and his demonic body traversed space, appearing directly above the fire spirit army.

"roar!"

The tyrant let out a roar.

The gravity field crashed down, pinning the nine thousand eight hundred diamond-rank fire spirits to their original positions.

It raised its right arm, pointed at the group of fire spirits, and emitted a series of rapid mental fluctuations.

melt!

Melt it for me!

The diamond-tier fire spirits were even more bewildered.

They came to steal the monster, and now that the monster is gone, this old madman wants to use them as a scapegoat.

The fire spirits instinctively wanted to rebel. They were elemental beings, with equally extreme temperaments.

The tyrant, however, did not give them time to think.

The power of Titan erupted, further intensifying the gravity field.

The flames of ordinary fire spirits were suppressed and nearly extinguished.

The diamond-rank fire spirits felt the threat of death.

That old madman really knows how to kill.

If you can't beat them, you have to admit defeat.

Nine thousand eight hundred diamond-rank fire spirits gave up resistance and voluntarily released their essence.

Dark blue karmic flames shot into the sky, intertwining and merging in mid-air.

The surrounding temperature fluctuated, creating a sense of contradiction between extreme cold and extreme heat throughout the venue.

A calamity fire spirit, hundreds of meters tall, took shape in the sea of ​​fire.

A dozen dark blue annihilation halos floated behind it, and it held a long whip formed from pure cold poison and karmic fire in its hand.

Its aura rose steadily, approaching the realm of the extraordinary.

The Calamity Fire Spirit Lord had just taken shape and hadn't even had a chance to let out a roar announcing its arrival.

The tyrant made his move.

It took a step forward, its dark gold hand reaching directly into the sea of ​​fire, grabbing the body of the Calamity Fire Spirit Lord.

The Lord of Calamity Fire was greatly alarmed and swung his Frosty Fire Whip at the Tyrant's arm.

The tyrant completely ignored the whipping of fire.

The power of Titan in his palm was activated, and the supergravity collapse was initiated.

"Click click click!"

The Calamity Fire Spirit Lord, hundreds of meters tall, had its body compressed under the force of gravity.

It wanted to struggle, it wanted to resist.

Now that his power is almost superhuman, if he really wants to fight to the death, he is not afraid of this old madman at all.

But it held back.

The Creator's oracle still hangs overhead.

More importantly, it sensed that the tyrant had no murderous intent, only a pure desire to borrow power.

However, the way this was borrowed was really frustrating.

The Lord of Calamity Fire gave up resistance and allowed the tyrant to compress it.

The Fire Spirit Lord, hundreds of meters tall, was molded by the Tyrant into a dark blue, high-density fireball with a diameter of ten meters.

The tyrant grabbed the fireball.

The thousand-meter-long wings of the void slashed down from behind, revealing a spatial rift in front.

The tyrant plunged into the crevice and disappeared from the spot.

The scene was left in complete disarray, along with a group of divine beings, their bodies disheveled in the wind.

The sea and air races retreated to the outermost perimeter, while the mutated demonic bat leader and the bone fish leader stared at each other blankly.

The elite demons scratched their bald heads, wondering what had gotten into the king this time.

The more than 300,000 ordinary calamity fire spirits are the most wronged.

They rushed over to help, only to have their leader grabbed and taken away by the tyrant like a ball.

After a brief silence.

The wasteland remnants focused their attention on the surrounding horde of millions of native beasts.

Since we can't vent our anger on the tyrant, let's take it out on these natives.

The massive inhabitant beast tide has completely collapsed.

The Mother Tree of Ten Thousand Poisons fled, taking all the wood-elemental energy with her.

As the buffs faded, the backlash from the energy tide left the native beasts severely weakened.

They looked at these ferocious outsiders before them, their eyes filled with helplessness.

A diamond-rank armored rhinoceros's legs went weak as it witnessed the mother tree turn tail and run away; its faith crumbled.

In the sky, thousands of Thunderbirds that had failed to keep up with the mother tree's escape flapped their wings in terror, trying to flee this dead zone.

"hiss!"

The demon eagle leader let out a long cry.

A million mutated demonic vultures unleashed thunder, sealing off the sky.

Purple lightning bolts rained down, turning the fleeing Thunderwing Bird into charred remains.

On the ground, the monstrous demons charged into the horde of beasts. With each punch, a bloody mess was created.

The calamity fire spirit unleashed its pent-up rage upon the natives.

The fire spread, engulfing packs of venomous crocodiles and giant, spotted leopards.

The liquid gold crab wielded its gravity pincers, frantically reaping kills amidst the beast tide.

Endless carnage unfolded on this dark green land.

Southern horizon.

The Mother Tree of Ten Thousand Poisons is running wildly.

The two wooden legs pounded into the ground, creating huge craters.

Each step can cover a distance of more than ten miles.

Above the treetops, tens of thousands of enormous Thunderwing Birds and flying beasts flapped their wings with all their might.

As the mother tree ran, she urged the flock of birds overhead on through mental fluctuations.

Hurry! Fly faster!

It has lived for ten thousand years and has never felt death so close.

That dark gold monster was utterly unreasonable; its regeneration ability was ridiculously high, and its attack power was devastating.

At the core of the mother tree's trunk, a dark green light flickered intermittently.

It's thinking about where to hide.

Although plane 712 is enormous, there are not many places that can accommodate its 10,000-meter-tall body.

Sudden.

Hundreds of kilometers behind the mother tree, ripples spread through space.

A figure emerged from the void.

The tyrant is coming.

It maintained its thousand-meter-tall demonic form, gazing at the moving green giant shadow at the edge of its vision.

The tyrant's right hand gripped a dark blue ball of karmic fire.

The surface of the blazing fireball was extremely hot, constantly burning the tyrant's palm.

The dark golden liquid metal melted, revealing the flesh and blood beneath.

The flesh and blood peeled away layer by layer under the scorching fire, revealing the stark white bones.

The Tyrant's recovery ability is activated.

Flesh buds regrowed on the bones, and liquid metal covered them again.

Shedding, rebirth, shedding again, rebirth again.

The pain reached the very soul.

The tyrant didn't even flinch; he had only one thought in his mind.

Chase after them.

Shove that fireball deep into the brain of that broken tree.

It tastes the feeling of its soul being ignited.

The tyrant's two empty wings slashed down again, creating a spatial rift, which it plunged into.

A few seconds later, the tyrant burst forth from the sky dozens of kilometers behind the mother tree.

The mother tree sensed the approaching spatial fluctuations from behind, and its core began to throb.

It turned its head in alarm and glanced back.

The madman with the dark gold color, holding a ball of blackish-blue flame in his hand, was closing the distance at an incomprehensible speed.

The mother tree frantically channeled its wood-elemental energy. Its two wooden legs left afterimages as the earth crumbled beneath its feet.

The flock of Thunderbirds overhead let out mournful cries; they were exhausted, and blood seeped from their feathers.

You chase me, I run away.

This chase, spanning almost half a plane, took place in plane 712.

The mountains and rivers were trampled flat by the mother tree, and the rivers were crossed by tyrants.

The tyrant continued to tear space apart.

Fine cracks have appeared at the edges of its empty wings, but the distance between them is gradually decreasing.

Fifty kilometers.

Thirty kilometers.

Ten kilometers.

Finally, the tyrant appeared several kilometers behind the mother tree.

This distance is already within the tyrant's attack range.

The mother tree knew she couldn't escape.

It stopped, its two wooden legs digging deep into the ground.

Since we can't escape, we might as well fight.

An unprecedentedly dazzling green light burst forth from the core at the center of the mother tree's trunk.

It mobilized all the resources accumulated over millennia, preparing for a final, desperate struggle.

Thousands of thick branches hang down from the tree crown, like long wooden spears.

Each spear contains wood-elemental energy that is almost extraordinary.

"die!

Thousands of wooden spears rained down on the tyrant.

The tyrant hovered in mid-air, watching the wooden spears raining down from the sky, a cruel glint in his eyes.

hide?

nonexistent.

The tyrant did not retreat but advanced.

It folded its wings in the void, faced the storm of spears, and charged straight up.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The wooden spear pierced the tyrant's liquid armor and embedded itself deep into its flesh.

Dark golden blood spurted through the air.

The tyrant's left shoulder, abdomen, and thigh were pierced with dozens of transparent holes.

The tyrant let out a wild laugh.

It completely ignored its fatal wounds, its arm muscles bulging high.

Swing your right hand in a wide arc.

He hurled the dense, dark blue fireball he had been holding all the way at the crown of the mother tree.

The mother tree looked at the incoming fireball and felt a hint of disdain.

It has lived for ten thousand years and has seen all kinds of flames.

As early as a thousand years ago, it absorbed the essence of the earth's core fire, forging a body with fire-elemental immunity.

Even heavenly lightning and fire cannot harm it.

The mother tree mobilized thousands of thick branches, weaving them together above the canopy to form a heavy wooden shield, ready to take the blow head-on.

next second.

The fireball struck the wooden shield.

The dark blue flames, like mercury spilling onto the ground, pierced through the thick wooden shield and penetrated directly into the trunk of the mother tree.

The mother tree was stunned.

It discovered that the flames had not damaged its wood fibers at all.

Just when it thought it had blocked the attack.

An indescribable burning sensation erupted from the depths of its soul.

The karmic fire of the Lord of Calamity and Fire specifically burns souls.

"ah--!"

The mother tree let out an extremely mournful scream.

The sound was so loud that it scraped away a layer of ground for dozens of miles around.

The core at the center of the tree trunk shrank, and the dark green light was gradually swallowed up by the black flames.

The mother tree’s massive body began to sway, and its thousands of branches whipped around aimlessly.

The tens of thousands of Thunderwing Birds and flying beasts overhead suffered the consequences.

The karmic fire spread along the vines to them.

One by one, like dumplings, they fell from the sky, crashing to the ground and turning into puddles of minced meat.

The tyrant seized the opportunity and rushed close to the mother tree.

It pulled out the wooden spear from its body and casually threw it away.

The tyrant stood on the thick roots of the mother tree, looking up at the giant face of the bark twisted in pain.

Liquid metal gathered on the tyrant's fists, spinning at high speed to form two enormous gold drill bits.

"roar!"

The tyrant roared and slammed his right fist into the trunk of the mother tree.

boom!

Wood chips flew everywhere. A large pit, tens of meters in diameter, appeared on the tree trunk.

His left fist followed closely behind.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The tyrant's fists rained down like raindrops.

It poured all its anger and frustration into those two iron fists.

Each punch sent up large swaths of hard wood fibers.

The bark of the mother tree was smashed to pieces, and green sap splattered all over the tyrant.

The tyrant didn't care. The more it attacked, the faster and more ferocious it became.

The golden drill bit pierced deep into the mother tree's body, and the power of the Titans obliterated its veins and severed its energy supply.

The mother tree was on the verge of collapse under the dual blows of karmic fire and physical attacks.

It tried to mobilize the branches to fight back.

But the pain in his soul made it impossible for him to concentrate, and the branches drooped limply.

It tried to run away again, but the tyrant seized the opportunity.

One foot stomped on it and broke one of its wooden legs.

"Bang!"

The giant tree, tens of thousands of meters tall, lost its balance and crashed to the ground.