Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Deep within the insect king's compound eyes, countless fragments of information flashed by rapidly.

Among all the races in the entire Wasteland God Realm, the Zerg have never been known for their individual brute strength.

In terms of physique, the tyrant of the Central Basin could shatter mountains with a single punch.

In terms of destruction, the Calamity Fire Spirit of the far north can unleash scorching karmic fire with a mere wave of its hand.

The Zerg were able to thrive and multiply on this cruel continent because of their intelligence, their endless calculations, and their patience.

Back then, the Insect King set a very clear goal: to maintain second place and strive for first.

To achieve this goal, it risked annihilation and forcibly created the special branch called the [Phaseless Source Worm].

In order to obtain the authority over the karmic fire in the far north, it took the initiative to approach the group of hot-tempered fire spirits and offered the harsh condition of exchanging one for three hundred.

The Zerg sent out massive amounts of low-level flesh and blood as fuel in exchange for the Fire Spirits' karmic fire tempering.

Thousands of years have passed, and this seemingly unequal transaction has come to pass.

Under the meticulous manipulation of the Insect King, it evolved into a complete genetic erosion.

The fire spirits of the far north have tasted the sweetness of victory.

The massive influx of Zerg flesh and blood increased the Fire Spirits' reproduction rate several times over.

The once crowded and narrow volcanic cluster could no longer accommodate the rapidly growing population, forcing the fire spirits to expand their territory outwards.

In order to consume this batch of delivered food more quickly.

The Fire Spirit Elders even took the initiative to increase the intensity of the karmic fire, constructing scorching furnaces on the edge of the scorched earth.

They no longer conceal their abilities, but unleash their primal power without reservation.

Fire Spirit thought it had gained a great advantage, but little did it know that this was exactly the situation the Insect King wanted to see.

True gold is refined by fire.

Under the increasingly violent burning of karmic fire, the new generation of phaseless protozoa are adapting at an ever-accelerating speed.

It took hundreds of thousands of first-generation source insects to barely give birth to a single karmic fire mutant.

Nowadays, for every 10,000 source insects that step into the scorched earth, more than half can survive and walk out alive.

Generation after generation of genetic change, generation after generation of life-and-death selection.

The resistance sequences within the source parasite are layered and stacked, accumulating a frighteningly deep foundation.

They not only successfully became immune to the scorching heat of the karmic fire, but even absorbed the violent characteristics of the fire spirit, evolving a destructive thermal energy unique to the Zerg.

The power of the Fire Spirits has been largely exploited by the Zerg.

But this is far from enough.

The Insect King turned its head, its compound eyes piercing through layers of void, gazing at the distant central basin.

That place is the true heart of the Wasteland God Realm, and an insurmountable mountain over the heads of all races.

The Violent Demon Clan.

Back then, it was the powerful rise of the Tyrannosaurus that forced the Zerg to migrate en masse and retreat to the New World.

The humiliation of being crushed by absolute power is deeply etched into the Zerg's genetic memory.

For thousands of years, the Insect King has always been extremely wary of the Central Basin.

It strictly ordered its insect swarms to approach the central area and dared not easily make a move against the monstrous demons.

The genes of the tyrant are too domineering.

Even more deadly is that the Demon Clan monopolizes the million-meter-tall Mother Tree of the End.

Enjoy the most intense rain of laws and devour the highest-level living flesh.

Back when he invaded the other world, that old madman Tyrant had already reached the Epic rank.

Now, decades later, no one can say for sure how many epic-level monsters have been born in the Central Basin.

If the Zerg King acts rashly and mobilizes the nearly two billion Zerg army to launch a strong attack on the outer horde of monsters, there will only be one outcome.

The high-level combat power of the Demon Clan was mobilized in full force, and with the terrifying pressure of the Mother Tree of the End, they directly smashed the two billion insect swarms into a pulp that covered the earth.

A head-on confrontation is the worst possible strategy.

But now, the situation has subtly changed.

After devouring the vast origin of the Blood Raven God Realm, the area of ​​the Wasteland God Realm expanded dramatically.

The number of demons in the Violent Demon race also increased accordingly.

In order to compete for living space and resources from the Mother Tree, the Demon Clan inevitably spread outwards.

With the central basin at its core, the territory of the tyrant demons spread wildly outwards like ripples.

The stronger and purer the bloodline of a tyrant, the more likely it is to occupy the core inner ring closest to the mother tree.

Those who lost out in the inner-ring struggle, or the newly born generation, were forced to migrate to the desolate outermost areas.

The high-ranking members of the tyrannical demons in the central basin didn't care at all about these tribesmen who were exiled to the outskirts.

The tyrannical demons believe in the absolute law of the jungle; dying outside is a sign of inferior skill, while surviving and fighting their way back to the inner ring is a testament to ability.

This laissez-faire attitude allowed the Insect King to sense an unprecedented opportunity for war.

"The opportunity has arrived."

The thought flashed through the Insect King's mind.

For thousands of years, the Zerg have dared not provoke the Tyrants because the Tyrants are a united front, clustered together in the Old God Realm.

Now, a large number of lone individual Berserkers have appeared on the outskirts.

These monstrous creatures were no longer protected and had no high-level epic monsters to support them.

This is a genetic treasure trove delivered right to our doorstep!

As long as we can hunt down lone monsters and extract their flesh and liquid gold.

Allow the Phaseless Source Bugs to complete a completely new adaptation to the characteristics of the Berserker.

The Zerg's strength is about to experience another terrifying leap!

Without the slightest hesitation, the King of Insects trembled its royal tentacles and issued its highest command to the depths of the main nest.

Deep within the main nest, cocoons constructed entirely of skeletons slowly crack open.

Tall, eerie figures crawled out of the slime.

The phaseless protozoan, which underwent three adaptations, was at the diamond level in all stages.

The four-times-adapted Amorphous Source Insect exudes genuine transcendent-level pressure.

They concealed their aura, their forms shifting freely between reality and illusion.

They silently slid into the underground fissure and stealthily made their way towards the territory of the tyrannical demons on the outskirts of the divine realm.

Every now and then, targeted elimination occurs, gradually eroding genes.

The Insect King's plan was extremely shrewd.

……

In the far west of the divine realm, a black and red tributary of the Styx River meanders through the land.

This place is hundreds of thousands of miles away from the central basin. The surface of the Styx River is covered with black foam, and the water is icy cold.

Whoosh!

The river water surged, and a massive creature, over fifty meters tall, lay comfortably on its back in the middle of the riverbed.

This is a young, violent demon.

It has two ferocious heads, four thick arms growing from its ribs, and its body is covered with a thick layer of dark gold liquid metal.

The surrounding river was filled with a large number of torn limbs and severed bodies.

Dozens of blind diamond-tier oscillating liquid gold crabs, along with several extraordinary bone fish that attempted to ambush, were all reduced to bits of flesh floating on the water's surface.

They couldn't even break through the monster's skin before being crushed into mincemeat by its fists.

The remaining aquatic creatures that managed to survive were terrified and fled downstream in a panic, not daring to look back.

"roar……"

The young tyrant's left head let out a satisfied groan, while his right head lazily yawned.

The extreme death energy contained in the River Styx seeped into its body through its pores, constantly washing over its liquid gold body.

The biting cold did not make it uncomfortable; on the contrary, it stimulated the armor on its body to gleam with a metallic sheen.

Comfortable.

so comfy.

The tyrant squinted its four scarlet eyes contentedly, its massive body swaying slightly with the water flow, almost falling asleep on the spot.

As a newly born monster that has only been around for a little over a week, its growth rate is terrifying.

By plundering the remains of its own kind and devouring external resources, it reached the pinnacle of diamond status in a very short time.

Although it was blasted away by a three-headed, six-armed, extraordinary old monster in a recent territorial battle.

Forced to relinquish their old divine territory, they ended up in this godforsaken tributary of the River Styx.

But the young tyrant was not discouraged at all.

The word "despair" simply doesn't exist in its dictionary.

The Demon race is born to fight.

So what if we're relegated to the outermost perimeter?

Although the deathly aura here is rather ordinary, it has the advantage of being quiet, and there are no old guys coming over every day to steal food.

The tyrant raised an arm to catch a wisp of water vapor drifting down from the river, and his mind began to wander uncontrollably into fantasy.

It imagined the cold Styx River beneath it as the vast and boundless Blood Abyss Sea in the central basin.

"Once I break through to the transcendent level..."

Excitement gleamed in the tyrant's eyes.

"No, the Transcendent level isn't enough; I'm going to reach the peak of the Transcendent realm!"

"When the time comes, I'll go straight back to the Central Basin, kick that old bastard who stole my territory over the ground, twist his head off, and use it as a football!"

"I'm going to immerse myself in the deepest part of the Blood Abyss Sea with dignity, drinking the purest spiritual energy crystals and eating the finest meat every day!"

The more the demon thought about it, the more excited it became. Its massive body flipped over in the river, stirring up towering waves.

Its ambitions don't stop there; reaching the pinnacle of the extraordinary is just the beginning.

It's aiming for the Epic rank!

Once it reaches the Epic rank, it gains the qualification to enter the Mother Tree of the End.

Live inside the lofty Sumeru world and enjoy five times the speed of time.

At that time, it will be able to stand on the throne of that legendary progenitor.

Beside the tyrant!

Become the most ferocious and capable top general under the tyrant!

Wherever the tyrant points, it attacks.

Anyone who dares to disobey will be smashed to pieces with a single punch!

"Roar! Hahahaha!"

The young tyrant couldn't help but burst into wild laughter, pounding his chest with his four arms, producing a metallic clang.

It seemed to already see the day when it would reign supreme in the divine realm and be worshipped by all races.

Just as this tyrannical demon was immersed in his grand ambitions and his emotions were at their peak, Shan Hui...

A ripple spread across the surrounding void.

The Styx River, which had been flowing continuously just moments before, suddenly stopped flowing.

The deathly air was sucked out.

The tyrant's laughter stopped abruptly.

The four eyes on the two heads contracted simultaneously, and the liquid metal armor on their bodies instinctively condensed at their fists.

Danger!