Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The salon ended in a somber atmosphere.

Lin Yuan exited the virtual network and took off his helmet.

This kind of intelligence exchange is indeed valuable.

If Chu Yunxuan hadn't tipped them off beforehand, many people might not have even had time to prepare supplies if they suddenly received the order to fight a month later.

In the following days, the entire Third Middle School was plunged into an eerie atmosphere of oppression.

As word spread, panic gripped the civilian students.

Five days later, the homeroom teacher, Lei Yan, officially announced the news.

On the podium.

Lei Yan was wearing a full set of dark alloy armor.

The demigod's aura was released without reservation, suppressing all the whispers of the students below the stage.

"Shut your mouths, all of you!"

Lei Yan's voice boomed through the classroom, "What's with that long face? Afraid of dying? If you're afraid of dying, what kind of divine realm have you awakened? Go straight to the logistics farm and grow sweet potatoes!"

He scanned each young and terrified face.

"The Federation has supported you for eighteen years, not so you could play house in virtual pods."

"The abyssal monsters could tear through the defenses and rush into Jiangcheng at any moment, turning your families into mincemeat."

Lei Yan slammed his hand on the lectern: "To prevent you greenhorns from dying as soon as you land, disgracing the Third Middle School, the military has provided all participating students with a basic welfare package."

"Now, take possession of your terminals!"

Lin Yuan lowered his head and tapped the divine terminal on his wrist.

[System notification: You have received special approval from the military for the allocation of strategic materials.]

[Item Name: E-Rank Legion Skill Card - Blood Link]

[Effect Analysis: Upon activation, it forcibly links the life force of subordinate followers to their pain receptors.]

When one person suffers a fatal injury, the damage will be divided equally among the remaining members. Duration: 30 minutes.

[Market Value: 400,000 Faith Points (Wartime Controlled Resource, Trading Prohibited)]

A suppressed gasp rippled through the classroom.

Four hundred thousand faith points!

The military has definitely suffered a huge financial loss this time.

With this card, many originally fragile damage-dealing Familias can be transformed.

This allows them to withstand fatal area damage on the battlefield, greatly increasing their survival rate.

Everyone was relieved to have an extra trump card to save their lives.

Lin Yuan looked at the description on the card, but remained unmoved.

What kind of guaranteed benefits?

Why go to such lengths?

This is a complete cannon fodder card.

The attack power of the abyssal monsters is terrifying; how could a hundred ordinary believers share the damage?

The result will only be that everyone is seriously injured and loses their fighting ability at the same time, and then they will be wiped out by the monsters.

The military's sole purpose in issuing this card.

The goal is to make these low-strength civilian students and believers stand on the defensive line for a few more minutes, thus expending more energy on the monsters.

They used the lives of believers to fill the gaps in the defense line.

Squeeze every last drop of value from the cannon fodder.

Lei Yan looked at the excited students below the stage, his lips moved, but in the end he said nothing.

He was also a veteran who had retired from the front lines, and he knew the cruel truth about this card better than anyone else.

But he couldn't point it out; it was an ironclad rule of the Federation.

"get out of class dismissed. This next month, you'd better work yourself to the bone with these calculations. Anyone who dares to slack off before the arrival of the celestial beings will be crippled by my own hand!"

After Lei Yan left, the atmosphere in the classroom became lively.

Some people breathed a sigh of relief and slumped into their chairs, as if they had grasped a lifeline.

Someone was using a terminal to check the detailed data of [Blood Link].

Lin Yuan sat in the back row by the window, his expression unchanged.

He opened the terminal, looked at the Legion skill cards floating on the screen, and became thoughtful.

For ordinary deities, this is simply a cannon fodder delaying card.

But it was different for Lin Yuan.

The fourth racial trait of goblins: self-destruction with strong acid.

If you forcibly bind hundreds or even thousands of goblins who are in a weakened state and on the verge of death together using [Blood Link].

This connecting force will forcibly keep them alive until their last breath, allowing them to maintain an extremely high speed of movement even in a severely injured state.

These human bombs can charge into the center of the most densely packed formation of abyssal monsters without any hesitation.

Then, they just need to disconnect the link.

boom!

Hundreds or even thousands of high-tier bronze units simultaneously triggered the [Strong Acid Self-Destruct].

The combined terrifying corrosive power and explosive shockwave.

Let alone bronze-level monsters, even silver-level leaders would be melted into a puddle of mud in an instant.

After Lin Yuan logged off, he sat cross-legged on the bed.

With a flick of his wrist, the [Blood Link] card appeared in his palm.

"extract."

A dark golden light shot out from between Lin Yuan's eyebrows, transforming into dozens of chains of rules that pierced into the card.

"Click."

The card shattered, turning into countless points of light.

Two dark gold chains dragged a fist-sized ball of bronze light, which slowly floated down in front of Lin Yuan.

[Hint: Ignoring the rules, extraction successful!]

[You have obtained the Bronze-level concept entry: Crimson Link.]

[Affix Effect: Grants life-sharing to the target's familiar. Upon activation, it establishes a life-sharing link with other members of the same kind within a 500-meter radius. While linked, pain is shielded, and injuries are shared. The caster can sever the link at any time.]

Lin Yuan stared at the ball of light before him, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink.

A feeling of weightlessness came over me.

The next second, Lin Yuan's consciousness floated in the ashes of the Wasteland God Realm.

Below, 50,000 Abyssal Obsidian Goblins are gathered in a dark red basin.

The vines hanging from the Abyss Carrion Tree throbbed continuously, producing fresh flesh cocoons.

The goblins tore at flesh and blood, letting out low growls.

Lin Yuan opened the Divine Realm operation panel.

After extracting the terms, the next step is to assign them.

But when he glanced at the amount of energy he had been given, he frowned.

[To assign a Bronze-level attribute to a single follower, 10 Faith Points are required.]

If all 50,000 goblins were to be given this item, it would require a full 500,000 faith points.

Lin Yuan glanced at his account balance.

He now has only a little over 200,000 faith points left.

The entire workforce was loaded, and the company went bankrupt.

Lin Yuan moved his fingers in the air, quickly changing his strategy.

Since we can't equip all personnel with it, let's take the elite route.

His gaze was fixed on the colossal figure in the center of the basin, five meters tall, with dark gold patterns covering its back—the Tyrant.

Next, he selected another thousand goblin leaders who were at least Bronze Nine-Star level, the largest in physique, and the most experienced in combat.

"You're the ones."

Lin Yuan selected these 1001 targets and clicked "Assign".

[10010 points deducted.]

Lin Yuan flicked his finger.

The bronze-colored light in his palm exploded, transforming into more than a thousand scarlet streams of light that entered the bodies of the tyrant and the goblin leader.

"roar!"

The tyrant rose from beside the pool of blood.

It raised its head and let out a deafening roar.

A complex crimson array pattern appeared on its chest.

Immediately afterwards, the same array patterns lit up on the chests of a thousand goblin leaders.

Visible blood-red energy threads rapidly formed and connected between them.

Lin Yuan hovered in mid-air, his divine voice booming in the minds of the tyrant and the two thousand leaders.

"Etch this power into the very bones of your people. Teach it to them."

A divine oracle was issued.

The tyrant raised his head, his scarlet eyes fixed on the sky, and pounded his chest heavily. ...

Next, Lin Yuan witnessed the unique, hardcore mentorship system of the Wasteland God Realm.

There was no gentle guidance, nor any diagram of the formation.

The tyrant strode out and charged into the goblin horde.

It extended its millstone-sized claws and casually grabbed two ordinary goblins who were gnawing on the flesh cocoons.

"Bang! Bang!"

The tyrant didn't waste any words and squeezed hard with both hands.

The sound of bones shattering rang out, and the two goblins coughed up a mouthful of black blood. Large areas of their chest armor shattered, and they were brought to the brink of death.

The surrounding goblins excitedly swarmed around, letting out bloodthirsty roars.

Just as the two goblins were about to die.

The crimson array on the tyrant's chest lit up.

Two blood-red chains shot out and pierced the bodies of the two dying goblins.

The two goblins, who were already on the verge of death and about to trigger the [Acid Self-Destruct], suddenly froze.

The tyrant's immense life force surged back into the chains.

The two goblins' shattered bone armor stopped bleeding, and they stood up again, their pupils filled with blood.

The tyrant cut the chains.

The two goblins crashed heavily to the ground, falling into weakness once again.

But this brief experience has already brutally imprinted the operating route of the Scarlet Link into their muscle memory.

Two thousand goblin leaders followed suit.

They charged into their clan's ranks and grabbed low-ranking goblins, beating them mercilessly.

Reduce the enemy's health to low, activate the connection, forcibly keep them alive, and then disconnect.

The entire wasteland basin quickly turned into a scene of massive fighting.

Screams, the cracking of bones, and angry roars mingled together.

The piranhas at the bottom of the River Styx were so frightened that they all burrowed into the mud.

The vultures circling in the sky rose hundreds of meters higher, seemingly afraid of being caught in the chaos below.

Lin Yuan watched for a while, then stopped paying attention.

The law of the wasteland is survival of the fittest.

Since the tyrant can handle this matter well, he doesn't need to interfere too much.