Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Xingwang Forum, Jiangcheng Senior High School Battle Zone Section.

The screen was filled with wails of agony.

Five hours have passed since the military issued the [Blood Link].

The commoner deities who have obtained this trump card are experiencing unimaginable torment.

"Help! This broken formation is impossible to master! My centaurs are too stupid; they can't understand the flow of life force sharing!"

"You're lucky. I had my goblin followers forcibly form a formation, and the connection had barely been established when one goblin broke its leg. The pain was spread among everyone, and a hundred goblins were rolling on the ground, resulting in an instant wipeout!"

"This skill is a trap! The military is using us as cannon fodder and delaying agents!"

A high-ranking, veteran deity replied below: "Don't expect these intellectually deficient believers to figure it out on their own."

"You must expend your divine power and personally guide them, chewing up the formation's operating path and feeding it into their brains. This is a long and arduous process."

Lin Yuan looked at the reply, switched to the interface, and connected to his Divine Realm panel.

The screen lights up.

In the wasteland basin, the tyrant smashed a goblin's sternum with a single punch, then forcibly infused it with his life force to complete a brutal near-death lesson.

Thousands of leaders followed suit, and the entire divine realm was filled with severed limbs and mournful howls.

It is extremely efficient and requires absolutely no effort from Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan smiled and then closed the forum.

The news that the Abyss Battlefield will be brought to life in real-world settings has been confirmed.

One month is a very tight timeframe.

Fifty thousand obsidian goblins, all at the high-level Bronze rank, plus a Silver-rank tyrant.

Physical strength and defense are maxed out, but the most important element is still missing.

arms.

Engaging in hand-to-hand combat with monsters, or stabbing heavily armored Abyss units with bone spears, will result in a sharp increase in casualties.

Lin Yuan opened the Pantheon Trading Network.

Enter the following keywords in the search bar: [Standard Melee Weapon], [Heavy Shield], [Quantity: 50,000].

The page refreshed, and rows of metal products appeared.

[Black Iron Grade Standard Steel Longsword: 200 points per sword. Minimum order of 100,000 swords, includes maintenance oil.]

[Bronze-tier Enchantment Alloy Battle Axe: 1500 points. Includes a slight armor penetration effect.]

[Black Iron Grade Tower Shield: 300 points per unit. Contains a small amount of dark iron, making it sturdy and durable.]

Lin Yuan quickly did some mental calculations.

Even if an army of 50,000 is equipped with only the worst black iron-grade longswords and tower shields, a set of equipment would still cost 500 points.

Fifty thousand sets, a total of twenty-five million faith points!

"I'm broke." Lin Yuan decisively closed the official store page.

If the official channels are blocked, then you have no choice but to resort to unorthodox methods.

Lin Yuan took out the purple-gold card again and stuck it on the terminal interface.

Virtual link construction hides IP address.

Instead of going to a high-end venue like the Dark Abyss Auction House, he went to the "Trash Black Market" section.

This place is filled with all sorts of stolen goods of dubious origin, defective products, and scrapped military equipment returned from the front lines.

Lin Yuan's gaze swept quickly, locking onto a shop that specialized in reselling "war-damaged junk from the technological side of the Divine Realm".

The shop owner's ID is "Scrap Metal King".

Lin Yuan opened the private message box and entered a message.

"Boss, how much for those [Single-Soldier Powered Chain Saw Swords] and [Scrap Alloy Heavy Shields] hanging in your shop, corroded and rendered unusable by abyssal acid?"

The other end replied instantly; it seems to be a seasoned veteran who's been online for years.

"Brother, you have a good eye! Those are goods returned by the Seventh Star Sector Heavy Mech Legion."

"Although the core engine burned out, the chains jammed, and the shield was corroded with large holes, it's still made of high-strength alloy. It's definitely worth it to have it melted down and rebuilt."

"Sold by the ton. 10,000 tons, 50,000 Faith Points. No bargaining, shipping costs are the buyer's responsibility."

Lin Yuan looked at the screen and sneered.

Rework?

Ordinary flames simply cannot melt that special alloy. If it were to be reforged, the faith points required would be more expensive than buying a new one.

Lin Yuan switched to "market auntie mode," her fingertips flying across the virtual keyboard.

"Boss, let's not beat around the bush. This batch of your goods is covered in the acidic blood and radiation residue of abyssal monsters."

"Others bought it and polluted the land of the divine realm. The cost of just asking a purification god to clean it up would be more than 50,000 points."

"I have an elderly father at home whose spirit is broken, who can only survive by drinking cheap liquor every day, and who has a broken leg. I really don't have much money."

"I'll take all 30,000 faith points; consider it helping you clear out your inventory and make room."

After the message was sent, there was a two-minute silence on the other end.

Two minutes later, a message popped up.

"...Brother, I've been in the black market for so many years, and I've seen people haggle to the point of exhaustion, but this is the first time I've seen someone like you. You even brought up your father with a broken leg. You're even more ruthless than me."

"40,000 points. That's the lowest I can go. This price isn't even worth scrap metal. If it goes any lower, I'll lose my entire savings for my wife. If you agree, I'll ship the goods right now."

"Deal." Lin Yuan transferred 40,000 Faith Points.

Contract generated, coordinates locked.

Lin Yuan exited the black market, and his consciousness descended once more upon the Wasteland God Realm.

High in the sky, a spatial rift suddenly tore open.

"Boom!"

Dark, heavy metal debris crashed onto the scorched earth surrounding the basin.

10,000 tons of war-damaged ordnance.

A total of 50,000 scrapped power chain saws, each over 1.5 meters long, and 50,000 tattered half-body alloy heavy shields.

The surface of these weapons is covered with green acid crystals.

Some swords had their blades curled and broken, while others had been corroded with holes the size of bowls.

It crashed heavily to the ground, raising clouds of ashes.

Hearing the commotion, the goblins in the basin all stopped what they were doing.

They charged toward the garbage mountain, carrying crude bone spears.

A few goblins curiously picked up a chain sword, but the blade was too heavy and the core was stuck.

In their hands, a sharpened thigh bone is no more useful than a piece of bone.

The goblins threw their weapons back on the ground with disdain, making grumbling noises of dissatisfaction.

Lin Yuan hovered in mid-air, having anticipated the goblins' reaction.

He opened the terminal, entered the regular store, and spent two thousand faith points.

Purchase two intact Black Iron-grade weapons.

[Black Iron Grade Power Chain Saw Sword (Brand New)]

【Black Iron Grade Steel Tower Shield (Brand New)】

With a flash of light, a sword and a shield appeared in Lin Yuan's hands.

"Let's get to work."

Lin Yuan took a deep breath and stared at the endless mountain of garbage below.

SSS-level talent [Creation Extraction], unleashed in full force!

Dark golden light burst forth from Lin Yuan's consciousness, transforming into 100,000 fine chains of law that pierced into the metal ruins below.

"Strip!"

Lin Yuan uttered a low shout.

The laws of the wasteland roared.

The negative concepts attached to the 50,000 pieces of old equipment, such as "scrapped," "rusted," and "stuck," were forcibly seized by the dark gold chains.

The rust on the chain-saw sword was visibly peeling off.

The acid crystals clogging the gears were turned into fly ash, and the edges of the corrosion pits on the heavy shield became smooth.

All the negative concepts were extracted and transformed into a dark, foul-smelling ball of light, which Lin Yuan casually tossed into the River Styx.

The Styx River churned violently, and its toxicity increased once again.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yuan changed direction.

One hundred thousand chains began to retract, piercing into the two brand-new black iron-grade weapons in his hands.

"Snap!"

The two new weapons shattered, turning into a shower of iron filings.

Two silver-gray orbs of light floated in front of Lin Yuan.

[Hint: Ignoring the rules, extraction successful!]

[Obtained the Iron-tier concept term: Frenzied Cutting.]

[Affix Effect: Grants the target chainsaw-type weapon the ability for its internal gears to operate perpetually, increasing its cutting power by 10%.]

[Obtained the Iron-tier concept term: Solid Barrier.]

[Affix Effect: Grants the target's shield-type armor a significant increase in material density, effectively cushioning blunt force impacts.]

"Give it to me!"

Lin Yuan pushed forward with both hands.

One hundred thousand faith points evaporated from the account.

The immense divine power transformed into a silver-gray downpour, showering down upon the fifty thousand chain swords and fifty thousand alloy heavy shields below.

This was the first time Lin Yuan had assigned such a large-scale group concept.

In an instant, his mental energy was as if it had been forcibly drained by a water pump.

A sharp pain, like being pierced by a steel needle, shot through my head, and my vision began to blur.

The consciousness swayed violently in mid-air, barely able to maintain its shape.

Cold sweat soaked Lin Yuan's back in reality.

"Melt it for me...!" Lin Yuan gritted his teeth, struggling to keep himself from passing out.

The earth below burst forth with a dazzling metallic luster.

Miracles unfolded in the wasteland.

The once lifeless, single-soldier powered chain saw suddenly emitted a teeth-grinding grinding sound from its internal gears.

The roar of engines filled the entire basin.

The chains of fifty thousand saw-chain swords began to turn, the saw teeth rubbing against the air, bringing out brutal sparks.

The tattered alloy heavy shield also changed under the infusion of the power of the spell.

The corroded holes still exist, but the remaining metal has become incredibly thick, with an indestructible dark sheen on its surface.

Combined with those natural holes, it actually adds a touch of grotesque, war-damaged beauty.

"Tyrant." Lin Yuan's weak voice echoed in the Divine Realm.

The tyrant in the center of the basin raised his head.

It strode to the garbage mountain, reached out and grabbed a two-meter-tall alloy shield, and put it on its left arm.

He grabbed a roaring chain-sword with his right hand.

The heavy metallic texture perfectly matches its bony armor.

The tyrant raised his chain-sword high.

"roar--!!"

The instruction has been issued.

Fifty thousand high-ranking Bronze-level Obsidian Goblins unleashed a deafening roar.

They dropped their bone spears and stones and surged toward the pile of weapons.

Each of the powerful goblins, over two meters tall, carried a heavy, tattered tower shield in their left hand and gripped a single-soldier chain sword that roared wildly in their right.

Their pale white bone armor and the faintly emerging scarlet connecting patterns on their chests.

Combined with weapons that possess a distinctly modern industrial aesthetic of violence, this creates an extremely distorted visual impact.

This is a heavily armed, fearless, and ready-to-detonate legion.

The roar of the chain sword shattered the ashes in the sky.

The sound of the shields striking the ground was uniform, like muffled thunder.

Lin Yuan hovered high in the sky, panting heavily, as waves of dizziness from the exhaustion of his mental energy assaulted his brain.

But as he looked down at the 50,000-strong army radiating a terrifying aura of slaughter, his eyes were filled with boiling fighting spirit.

"The Star-level sequence must be secured."