Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Lin Yuan paid 50,000 Faith Points, and a card circulating with the Golden Time Law appeared in his palm.

He lingered a while, his consciousness returning to the divine realm.

Ashes continued to fall over the wasteland.

Lin Yuan hovered in the sky, looking down at the fortress that was beginning to take shape.

In the center of the basin is a dark red blood pool, next to which stands a hideous abyssal rotting flesh tree, and to the right is the Black Blood Martial Arts Arena, exuding an aura of iron and blood.

The surrounding area is the rushing River Styx, with demonic vultures circling in the sky and vampire bats lurking deep within the caves.

The rudimentary ecosystem is complete; now it needs time to mature.

Lin Yuan spread his five fingers and crushed the [Mid-Tier Time Sandglass Card] in his hand.

hum-

The law has arrived.

Golden quicksand appeared out of thin air in the ashen sky, transforming into a giant, phantom hourglass.

One year, five years, ten years.

In the first decade, the Divine Realm experienced an unprecedented boom.

The Abyss Rotten Flesh Tree fully revealed the terrifying power of the Silver-level affix, "Endless Flesh Embryo."

Its massive root system penetrates deep into the wasteland, devouring the remains of dead mutated cockroaches, fallen goblins, and even the vulture droppings falling from the sky.

Vast amounts of nutrients are transported upwards along the tree trunk, and the fleshy cocoons hanging between the branches mature, fall to the ground, and burst open at an astonishing speed.

The rich, high-energy flesh and blood became an inexhaustible source of sustenance for the goblins.

With ample food and reduced survival pressure, the goblin race's innate reproductive instincts were activated.

They began to mate frantically.

In the first year, the number of goblins exceeded three thousand.

In the fifth year, it broke through 10,000.

In the eighth year, the entire basin was almost filled with obsidian goblins, whose numbers exceeded 30,000.

Not only has the quantity increased dramatically, but the quality is also undergoing a qualitative change.

The Black Blood Arena serves a dual purpose: a meat grinder and an incubator.

Every day, tens of thousands of goblins flood into the training ground, the bronze array patterns on the ground light up, and a thick layer of bone armor covers their bodies.

They fought endlessly inside.

The victor strips the loser of their life force, thereby breaking through the Iron Barrier and stepping into the Bronze Rank.

The [Combat Skill Resonance] feature of the training ground was also activated.

Some exceptionally talented goblins mastered basic combat skills such as "heavy strike," "tear," and "block" during the battles.

However, when time progressed to the twentieth year of the Divine Realm Calendar, the balance was broken.

The area of ​​the basin is limited. Although the output of the carrion tree is large, the energy concentration is higher in the flesh cocoon closer to the main trunk.

The blood pool is only that big.

More than 30,000 goblins, among whom several hundred bronze-level leaders emerged.

They were no longer content to follow behind tyrants and eat their scraps.

Desire breeds ambition, and ambition leads to war.

The goblin tribe split, with the bronze-level leaders leading more than a dozen clans of varying sizes.

War breaks out in the struggle for the core throne beneath the Corpse Tree and for exclusive control of the baptismal power over the Blood Pool.

The Divine Realm Chronicles refer to it as the "Battle of Ashes".

The fighting spread from the center of the basin to the outer rift valleys.

More than 30,000 obsidian goblins, each over two meters tall, were clad in bone armor formed in the training ground.

Wielding bone spears and flails, they waged a brutal infighting on this scorched earth.

Hundreds and thousands of goblins die every day.

The sound of obsidian shattering and bones breaking became the only melody in the wasteland.

This war inevitably drew in other creatures within the divine realm.

In the sky.

The population of demonic vultures has multiplied to tens of thousands over the decades.

They originally only dared to hover high in the sky and scavenge for carrion, but the corpses all over the ground drove them into a frenzy.

The smell of blood stimulates their nerves.

Hundreds and thousands of vultures swooped down, attempting to snatch the goblin's corpse in the center of the battlefield.

But these sky predators severely underestimated the goblins' ferocity.

"roar!"

A bronze-level clan leader roared, grabbed the corpse of his companion from the ground, and hurled it into the sky like a projectile.

The immense force smashed several vultures into a bloody pulp.

More goblins raised their heads, their venomous stones and sharp bone spears shooting through the sky like a meteor shower, riddling it with holes.

The vultures let out mournful cries and plummeted to the ground.

Their feathers were corroded by strong acid, and their flesh was pierced by spears.

Before he could even breathe his last, he was swarmed by goblins, torn to pieces, and swallowed whole.

As night falls and the daytime anti-aircraft firepower weakens, swarms of vampire bats emerge from the depths of darkness.

They are more cunning than vultures, and they specifically target severely wounded or stray goblins.

Goblins that cannot withstand the virus will die suddenly in convulsions, turning into rotten flesh.

Those that survive the toxin's attack will develop hidden, blood-red anti-toxin patterns on their obsidian scales.

These poisonous bats lurking in the darkness became a natural touchstone for Lin Yuan to screen the goblin's immune system.

At the bottom of the River Styx.

The acidic water was stained dark black by the blood.

Countless severed limbs were thrown into the river, and tons of waste liquid became a huge morgue.

The piranhas, rotting bones, are enjoying their grand feast.

They swam through the water, their sharp teeth tearing through the goblin's skin and devouring the flesh and blood from the corpse.

Some vultures, in order to avoid the goblin's anti-aircraft fire, flew close to the river surface, trying to snatch scraps of flesh from the water.

But the River Styx is not a safe haven.

The highly toxic algae floating on the water surface entangled the vultures' claws, dragging them into the water.

A deep-sea mud crab, lurking at the bottom of the silt, swung its giant pincers, the size of a washbasin, and clipped the wings of a vulture.

A swarm of piranhas rushed forward, staining the water's surface with clusters of crimson blood.

The ecosystems of land, sea, and air are all intertwined.

Vultures prey on piranhas, bats poison the remaining goblin soldiers, and piranhas gnaw on the goblin corpses.

The goblins, on the other hand, slaughtered every living creature breathing within their field of vision.

This was a perfect battle of Gu jars.

But in this chaotic battle, the goblins demonstrated overwhelming dominance.

Their individual combat power is too strong; their highly acidic body fluids and berserk bloodlust make them the overlords of this battlefield.

Any creature from the outer regions that dares to approach the land will suffer a devastating blow.

……

The goblin population is declining rapidly.

It dropped from 30,000 to 20,000, and then to 15,000.

Even when he saw his bronze-level units, which he had invested heavily in training, being torn to pieces by their own kind, Lin Yuan's eyes did not show the slightest ripple.

He did not issue a divine decree to stop the infighting.

Because he knew very well that this was an essential path for the evolution of species.

Wasteland doesn't need greenhouse flowers, nor does it need sheep that line up in an orderly fashion to receive rations.

What he needs is a mad dog that can withstand high-level monsters on the abyss defense line and tear a path to survival in desperate situations.

Fight! Kill! Eat!

Those that survive are the essence; those that die are only fit to be fertilizer.

Thirty years of the Divine Realm Calendar.

The decade-long war of ash has finally come to a turning point.

The tyrant has made his move.

For the past decade, it has lingered in the deepest part of the Blood Pool, devouring the best resources and coldly observing the mutual attrition between clans.

When more than a dozen clans fought to the bitter end, they selected the three strongest high-ranking bronze leaders.

The tyrant rose from the pool of blood.

Its body has swelled to five meters in size, and the obsidian scales on its back faintly gleam with dark gold patterns.

With every step taken, the scorched earth trembled.

The tyrant charged straight into the center of the battlefield, using his abnormal physical strength to withstand the piercing of hundreds and thousands of bone spears, and smashed the head of the first leader with a single punch.

Then, it grabbed the second leader's arms and, amidst the leader's desperate screams, tore him in two, splattering black blood all over his body.

The last leader was terrified and threw down his weapon, kneeling down to beg for mercy.

The tyrant stomped down, crushing its spine.

"roar--!!!"

The tyrant grabbed the heads of the two leaders and roared to the sky, his voice piercing the heavens.

The clamor of the battlefield came to an abrupt halt.

All the goblins who were still fighting stopped, dropped their weapons, and knelt down before the invincible demonic figure in the center of the basin.

The bloodline suppression of the Dominion attribute erupted in full force.

The civil war ended.

The wasteland was reunified.

For the next twenty-five years, the Divine Realm entered a period of stable development.

After the baptism of bloody battles, the goblin population has stabilized.

The mechanism of survival of the fittest is deeply ingrained.

The population is stuck at 50,000.

Given the resource carrying capacity of this divine realm, plus the losses from mutual elimination, 50,000 is the limit for maintaining peak combat power.

The vultures in the sky, the poisonous bats in the mines, and the piranhas in the water were all defeated.

They formed a new tacit understanding: the outer creatures would only eat the scraps left by the goblins and would never provoke them.

The fifty-fifth year.

The hourglass in the sky collapsed, turning into a shower of light that vanished.

The flow rate of time has returned to normal.

Lin Yuan exhaled a long breath and brought up the detailed panel of the Divine Realm Terminal.

The light screen unfolded before his eyes, and the dense data made his heart race.

[Family Race]: Obsidian Goblin (Variant/Heroic Commander)

Quantity: 50000

[Average Rank]: Bronze Seven Stars - Bronze Nine Stars

[Racial Traits]:

1. Abyss Resistance: Immune to intermediate toxins and rabies virus, ignoring normal high and extremely cold environments.

2. Black Blood Bone Armor: Heavy armor covering the body surface, fused with obsidian and training ground bone, increasing physical defense by 500% and possessing weak magic resistance.

3. Blood Frenzy (Advanced): Increases physical strength by 800% for a short period of time, and causes loss of pain sensation until death or exhaustion.

4. Strong acid self-destruction: At the moment of death, the internal organs react violently, bursting out a large area of ​​strong acid corrosive liquid.

5. Combat Skills Proficiency: Master basic combat techniques such as heavy strikes, piercing attacks, and combined shield formations.

A full army of 50,000, all of them at the high-level Bronze rank!

Even more terrifying is the [self-destruction of strong acid].

This means that this is not just a heavy infantry unit, but a group of human bombs.

Once a large-scale charge is launched on the battlefield, even Silver-level legions will have to retreat.

Lin Yuan shifted his gaze to the hero units above.

[Name]: Tyrant

[Race]: Abyssal Troll Goblin (Deep Mutation)

[Rank]: Silver Three-Star

【Exclusive Features】:

1. Absolute Domination: Forcefully boosts the morale of friendly units within a certain area and grants immunity to most mental spells.

2. Immortal Body: As long as the heart and head are not destroyed at the same time, severed limbs can be reconstructed within one minute.

3. Trampling Power: Each attack inflicts a shock effect, ignoring 30% of the target's armor.

Silver level!

At this stage, when most high school seniors are still struggling to help their followers break through to the Bronze level.

Lin Yuan already possesses a Silver-level War God and an army of 50,000 Bronze-level high-ranking soldiers.

Next, let's look at the dependent races in the ecosystem.

[Secondary Race]: Netherfire Corruptor Vulture

Quantity: 30000

[Rank]: Black Iron Eight-Star

【Characteristics】: Feathers carry a faint ghost fire, and claw strikes carry paralyzing toxins.

[Secondary Race]: Crimson Bloodbat

Quantity: 15000

[Rank]: Black Iron Seven Stars

【Characteristics】: Ultrasonic interference, carrying a potent paralyzing toxin and a berserk virus.

[Secondary Race]: Armored Darkwater Crab / Bone-Rotting Sawfish

Quantity: 80000

[Rank]: Black Iron Five-Star

【Characteristics】: Hardened carapace, significantly improved bite force, and able to adapt to highly acidic waters.

Forming a comprehensive system encompassing land, sea, and air.