Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Realizing this, the Insect King spread its twelve wings and its antennae danced wildly in the air.

The thrill I felt just now was no illusion.

The half-real, half-illusory crystal phantom only remained in its consciousness for a fraction of a second.

Yet, it has left an indelible mark deep within its genes.

With the Insect King's current epic-level foundation, it is already able to vaguely touch the deepest veins of this world.

The underlying rules of the divine realm have changed once again.

When the rules changed last time, it was still clueless, only knowing that it could squeeze out even greater power when on the verge of life and death.

This time is different.

The Insect King dispersed his spiritual power, merging it into the surrounding air, soil, and even the breath of every insectoid being.

It felt an unprecedented sense of "inclusivity".

In the past, when the Zerg devoured the power of other races and forcibly inscribed foreign laws into their own genes, they would encounter a terrifying rejection reaction.

Ice and fire will clash, life and death will tear the flesh apart.

The price of forced adaptation is that the physical body collapses on the spot, turning into a pile of minced meat.

Now, that omnipresent chaotic aura lays a foundation for the evolutionary path of all the followers.

It allows extreme laws to coexist within the same body.

It guides life to transcend species barriers and reach deeper levels of integration.

"evolution……"

The Insect King emitted a low hiss, immediately channeling its consciousness into the battlefield at the front lines.

The outer perimeter of the old divine realm.

A Diamond-level Phaseless Source Worm was being easily trampled underfoot by a Berserker.

The carapace of this source insect has been completely shattered.

The Titan's gravity poured into its body, crushing its internal organs into a pulp.

According to past patterns, the gene chain of this source worm would break under the tearing force of gravity, causing it to die on the spot.

But at that moment, a miracle occurred.

The gene chain within the source worm, on the verge of collapse, was forcibly glued back together by an invisible chaotic force at the moment it broke.

The Zerg cells, which originally resisted Titan's gravity, reorganized under the guidance of the rules of inclusion.

The worm's tattered body swelled.

A layer of dark golden keratin grew out from its shredded flesh.

The surrounding gravitational field was distorted, and the Source Worm actually used the gravitational pressure of the Violent Demon to forcefully push its life level up in the face of desperation.

boom!

The source insect emerges from its cocoon.

The brand-new glass armor features the same patterns as the tyrannical demon.

The aura of the extraordinary level soared into the sky.

Not only did it successfully adapt to the power of the tyrant, but it also crossed the barrier of the major tier at the Diamond level and was promoted to the Extraordinary level on the spot!

This has never happened before in the history of the Zerg.

The Insect King watched this scene from the top of the main nest, his body trembling slightly with excitement.

Time passed day by day in the Divine Realm.

The law of accelerated time weaves a web of years across the sky.

The effects of this "inclusion and evolution" are becoming increasingly apparent.

The success rate of the source insects in adapting to the battlefield has increased dramatically compared to the past.

Although the mortality rate remains staggering, for the Zerg, who rely on sheer numbers to overwhelm their opponents, this is already an unprecedented victory.

Even though the Zerg's resource reserves are far less abundant than they were hundreds of years ago.

However, the number of spawned source insects (including the Tyrant) during the five adaptations still far exceeded that of the period when resources were at their peak.

Standing atop the main hive, the Insect King looked down upon the Source Insects, each releasing terrifying pressure, as they flew back to the New World. The ambition in his compound eyes was completely ignited.

……

Of course, the Zerg are not the only ones to benefit from the version update.

As the native offspring of the Wasteland God Realm, the Demon Clan also reaped considerable benefits.

Especially those Diamond-rank and Transcendent-rank tyrannical demons roaming the outskirts.

In the highly competitive race of the Violent Demons, their previous training methods were extremely monotonous and brutal.

Focus on physical training and developing physical abilities.

The power of the Titans grants them absolute mass and gravitational control that crushes everything.

The power of shadow grants them assassination techniques that ignore physical defenses and the ability to move around.

These two extreme forces are inherently mutually exclusive.

The fact that the Demon Lord can naturally master and combine the two is already a miracle bestowed by the Creator.

In the past, most newly born Berserkers with strength at the high or peak of the Diamond rank would only focus on these two innate powers.

Only after they break through to the extraordinary level and gain a foothold in the Demonic Realm will they consider comprehending other laws.

Moreover, they are mostly based on spatial laws.

The purpose of contacting them was simple: to avoid being toyed with by their own kind during fights.

A slightly more diligent tyrant might try to learn some of the laws of metal and stone to enhance the liquid metal armor on their body.

As for the other fancy laws, like lightning, extreme cold, blood and bones...

They didn't even glance at it.

In the eyes of the tyrant, having so many fancy and flashy things is just asking for trouble.

The laws governing the body are too complex and can easily lead to conflicts.

Even perfect creatures like them, who are born with two extreme laws, face the risk of exploding if they absorb too much external power.

The simplest and most effective method is to fight.

If we win, we'll take their territory and their spoils.

Even if you lose, as long as you don't die, you can trigger the "End and Origin" power-up mechanism, which will greatly increase your strength.

Only those top-tier Berserkers who break through the Epic rank and successfully squeeze into the core circle of the Central Basin.

Only then will one have the leisure to consider the integration of deeper principles.

Now, things have changed.

Under the influence of the underlying rules of the divine realm, "evolution and inclusion," the body of the violent demon became a perfect vessel.

They can easily accommodate a variety of completely different laws and allow these laws to produce a terrifying chemical reaction within the body where 1+1>2.

……

A full hundred years have passed in the Divine Realm.

Once the rules are fully finalized.

The entire landscape of the Wasteland God Realm is undergoing an unprecedented reshuffle.

On the edge of the central basin, in a valley covering tens of thousands of square kilometers.

A civil war between transcendent-level tyrannical demons is raging here.

The two sides are fighting over a piece of flesh from the mother tree that fell from the sky.

The monstrous demon on the left is over a thousand meters tall, with three heads and six arms.

Its liquid metal armor has an eerie ice-blue color.

The monstrous demon on the right is also a thousand meters in size, with two heads and four arms.

Its armor surface features a dazzling dark gold sheen and pale, withered bone patterns.

The battle skipped the probing phase from the very beginning.

The three-headed tyrant raised all six arms simultaneously, unleashing the full power of the Titan's gravity field.

The space within a radius of a hundred miles collapsed instantly.

Tens of thousands of tons of land were forcibly pulled into the sky by an invisible gravitational force, coalescing into a meteorite sphere with a diameter of one kilometer.

The next second, all three of its heads simultaneously opened their gaping maws, spewing out icy air.

The kilometer-long meteorite ball transformed in mid-air into an extremely cold meteorite with a density so great that it could crush space.

The surface of the meteorite was crackling with raging black lightning.

Titan Gravity + Extreme Cold Law + Thunder Law

Gravitational lightning storm ice meteor!

This was a combined killing move that a transcendent-level violent demon could never unleash in the past.

The clash of the three other forces within a person's body would tear the caster apart first. But now, this tyrant is wielding the spell with effortless grace.

The meteorite, carrying a devastating force, crashed down on the two-headed tyrant.

The two-headed tyrant grinned, and its two heads burst into wild laughter.

Instead of retreating, it advanced, bringing its four arms together in front of its chest.

His body melted into a pool of dark shadow on the spot, spreading rapidly along the ground.

A meteorite struck the ground.

boom!

The earth's crust fractured, and magma flowed back in.

The raging thunder shattered the scorched earth within a ten-mile radius into dust, and the extreme cold froze the pulverized dust.

The shadow of the two-headed tyrant surged upstream amidst the destructive shockwave.

Hidden Shadow + Metal and Stone + Dry Bones

In the shadows, countless enormous, pale bone spikes burst forth from the earth.

Under the blessing of the laws of metal and stone, the surface of these skeletons is covered with a layer of liquid metal plating compressed to the extreme.

Bone spurs intertwined to form a web of death, locking the three-headed tyrant firmly in its center.

The ice-blue liquid gold armor on the three-headed tyrant's body began to writhe wildly.

The liquid metal materialized into six heavy battle axes, each a hundred meters long.

Lightning flashed across the surface of the tomahawk.

With six arms waving, the battle axe shattered the approaching fiery bone spikes.

The two-headed tyrant reassembled its true form from the shadows.

It appeared directly above the three-headed monster's head, its four arms transforming into four liquid metal hammers, carrying the gravity of the Titans, and slammed down.

boom!

One of the three-headed monster's heads was smashed open. Brain matter and dark golden blood splattered everywhere.

It doesn't care at all.

The small space inside the stomach burst forth with terrifying suction.

He absorbed all the shattered rocks, frozen scorched earth, and even the dark abyss spiritual energy in the air.

The gastric pouch digests and breaks down these substances, transforming them into the purest life energy.

Flesh and blood intertwined and writhed with liquid metal at the severed neck. In less than half a second, a brand new head grew back.

The three-headed tyrant swung his axe backhand, splitting open the chest of the two-headed tyrant.

An extremely cold current surged into the opponent's chest, attempting to freeze their vital essence.

The laws of the withered bones within the two-headed demon's chest cavity automatically protected its master.

The snow-white bones continued to grow, trapping the battle axe.

The Law of Metal and Stone erupted, and the high-frequency vibrations of the metallic edge retaliated, tearing the three-headed demon's arm to shreds.

Two colossal beasts, each a thousand meters tall, engaged in the most primal and perverse hand-to-hand combat within the valley.

Their vitality is almost limitless among those of the same level.

His head shattered, but he was reborn in an instant.

The arm was severed, and the severed limb transformed into a liquid gold tracking missile in mid-air, blasting towards the opponent's face.

They have mastered the ultimate power of the Titans and the unpredictable movement of the Shadows.

One second they were locked in a struggle in the real world, the next they were both plunging into the shadow world and tearing each other apart.

Even more terrifying is that the parasites on their bodies are also mutating.

This is a crazy dance of numerical monsters.

The advantages of multiple heads and arms are maximized.

Each head independently deduces a law, and each arm executes a tactic.

Gravity tearing, void slicing, metal and stone strangling, extreme cold sealing.

The valley was quickly turned into a dead zone under the ravages of the two tyrannical demons.

The earth's veins were severed, and the space itself was riddled with holes.

This is just a microcosm of the daily infighting within the Demon Clan under the new rules.

In such an environment where there is constant involution and the rules are constantly being challenged and limits are being pushed.

A century later, the gene tree of the Demon Clan has finally sprouted a strange branch.

Deep within the central basin, beneath the Demon Tree.

A raging demon, having just finished a battle, stood with over a dozen of its own kind's corpses on its feet, roaring to the sky.

It is only 500 meters tall, which makes it look rather small among the hordes of monsters that are often thousands of meters tall.

But its form instilled fear in all the surrounding demons who were preparing to challenge it.

It has four heads.

This is normal.

But it only has one pair of arms.

In the past, the Berserker class pursued the ultimate physical output, with every punch landing with maximum impact.

The more the brain evolves, the stronger the processing capacity of the central nervous system becomes.

The number of arms must also be increased to create an impenetrable offensive.

For a monster, losing its arm is tantamount to giving up its physical advantage.

But this oddball did exactly that.

Its four heads are respectively displayed in four distinct colors: dark gold, jet black, ice blue, and scarlet.

Its only remaining pair of arms were disproportionately thick.

Liquid metal flowed across his arms, emanating a chilling, chaotic energy.

It abandoned multi-line physical output.

The four laws derived from the four heads are all gathered in this pair of arms.

A six-armed tyrant, defying all superstition, roared and charged at the anomaly. Six heavy hammers blocked all escape routes.

The four-headed, two-armed tyrant did not dodge.

Its four heads opened their eyes simultaneously.

Slowly raise your right hand.

Open your palm and gently press forward.

The gravity of Titan, the nothingness of the shadows, the freezing cold, the deprivation of dried blood.

The four laws merged perfectly in the palm of the hand, forming a gray-black sphere of light no bigger than a fist.

After the ball of light made contact with the body of the six-armed tyrant.

There was no explosion.

The six-armed tyrannical demon's thousand-meter-tall body, along with its six liquid metal hammers, was erased in a fraction of a second, like a pencil drawing wiped away with an eraser.

Silently and without a trace, it vanished into nothingness.

Not a drop of blood or a piece of bone was left.

Spatial stomach, Unending Blood Heart, Liquid Gold Armor... all became ineffective in the face of the fusion of several laws.

The four-headed, two-armed alien withdrew its hands, and its four heads simultaneously turned to the sky, looking at the divine tree.

The ultimate evolution has only just begun.