Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The Chaos Four Extremes Realm slowly dissipated.

The space within a radius of 100 miles has returned to normal gravity.

The extreme cold storm subsided, the numerous spatial rifts closed, and the scarlet blood-stripping effect disappeared from the surface.

In the center of the plain, only a mountain of metal flesh, emitting a pungent, fishy stench, remained.

The old-school tyrant is dead.

To the point of being dead beyond any possibility.

Its six arms broke into dozens of pieces, which were scattered on the surrounding scorched earth.

The three heads, along with the core source core, were shattered into fragments the size of fingernails under the alternating bombardment of the four laws.

The dark golden liquid metal armor had completely lost its activity, mixed with ice shards, bone fragments, and dried black blood, piling up into a pool of viscous sludge.

No matter how incredible the vitality of the Demon race is, or how exaggerated their recovery ability is.

After being shattered and reassembled countless times, it exhausted its last bit of essence and ultimately could not escape the fate of extinction.

A hundred meters away, a new-style violent demon with four heads and two arms hovered in mid-air.

It slowly descended to the ground, its four heads turning simultaneously, their gazes fixed on the pile of rotten metal.

His dark gold head revealed disdain in his eyes.

The jet-black head let out a low, cold snort.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his icy blue head.

Its scarlet head opened its mouth wide, its tongue licking its serrated fangs, making a swallowing sound.

"The remnants of an old era."

The four heads spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping in the air.

In its view, the outcome of the battle was never in doubt from the very beginning.

It represents the forefront of the evolution of the Demon race, mastering the true essence of [Chaotic Evolution].

This primitive form of melee combat with multiple heads and arms should have been swept into the dustbin of history long ago.

Today, it personally brought an end to this stubborn old relic.

The new-style thug strode towards the pile of rotten metal.

It walked up to the rotten flesh, its scarlet head opening its blood-red maw, ready to feast.

Gurgle.

A soft popping sound came from deep within the pile of rotting metal and flesh.

The new-style thugs paused in their actions.

The eight eyes of the four heads widened simultaneously.

Glug, glug.

The sounds became increasingly frequent.

The metal sludge, which had been completely dead and inactive, suddenly started to bulge with bubbles on its surface.

The bubble burst, spewing out a dark red mist.

The new-style violent demon's heart skipped a beat.

The jet-black head's eyes flashed, and the void space was activated instantly.

Swish.

Its body became ethereal on the spot, and it leaped directly to a distance of several thousand meters.

After creating a safe distance, the new-style thugs looked at the writhing pile of rotten flesh again, their four heads filled with surprise and uncertainty.

He's not dead?

impossible!

It had personally confirmed that the opponent's core source core had been completely shattered and the soul fire had been completely extinguished.

A ghostly light shone in the eyes of the ice-blue head, and an extreme cold perception network spread out, covering that area.

The perception results are fed back.

It was devoid of any sign of life.

There was no heartbeat, no blood flow, and no soul fluctuation.

It was still just a pile of dead things.

But this pile of inanimate objects was moving.

10,000 meters above the ground.

Lin Yuan crossed his arms and looked down at everything that was happening below.

A strange light flashed in his eyes.

As the creator of this wasteland realm, he possesses the highest level of omniscience.

He could see through things that the new-style violent demons couldn't understand at a glance.

There was indeed no sign of life in that pile of rotten metal and flesh.

What supports its wriggling and deformation is a ball of fire.

The flames of war.

"This thing..." Lin Yuan stroked his chin, a hint of interest in his eyes.

He had just thought that the laws of war were just a facade for the wasteland remnants.

Now it seems that this is not the case.

The essence of the laws of war lies in "fervor," "unyielding spirit," and "fighting to the end."

When this power of law merges with the very essence of the Wasteland Families, it produces a chemical reaction that defies common sense.

Life extinguished? Soul shattered?

So what?

As long as the flames of war continue to burn, this body will continue to move, following its fighting instincts.

"Interesting." Lin Yuan's lips curled up.

"I want to see what tricks this pile of rotten flesh can pull off and how much of its former fighting power it can retain."

The plain below.

The wriggling motions of the rotting metal flesh grew increasingly larger.

The sounds of bones rubbing and metal twisting rose and fell as a brand new body rapidly took shape.

The new-style thugs stood thousands of meters away, the expressions on their four heads gradually changing from surprise to astonishment, and finally to pure disgust.

It spends its days in the battlefield and has seen all sorts of bloody scenes.

To it, severed limbs and broken arms were nothing more than food on a table.

But this cobbled-together thing in front of it directly challenged its psychological limits.

This cannot be called a living being at all.

It was a deformed monstrosity haphazardly pieced together purely for the sake of "action" and "attack".

The dark golden liquid metal mixed with dried black blood formed a rough surface.

The bones of the arms pierced through the skin and were haphazardly inserted into the torso, serving as limbs to support the body.

The three shattered skull fragments were forcibly kneaded together to form a huge fleshy lump that pressed against the neck.

What's most chilling is the misalignment of those sensory organs.

An eyeball was embedded under his left armpit, spinning wildly as it stared intently at the new-style tyrant.

A mouth full of fangs split open on his right knee, opening and closing repeatedly, emitting meaningless roars.

Several severed fingers were sewn onto his chest, waving around like tentacles.

The uncanny valley effect.

When something resembles a living creature in some way, yet completely defies the laws of biology.

The chilling sensation that strikes straight to the soul is enough to make any living being tremble with fear.

The new-style thug felt a churning in his stomach, and his scarlet head even gagged twice.

"What the hell is that?!"

The new-style tyrant roared.

It could no longer tolerate this kind of spiritual pollution.

The jet-black head's eyes shone brightly, and the shadows on the ground seemed to boil.

It transformed into dozens of thick, black spikes, piercing the mutated demon's body from bottom to top.

puff!puff!

Black spikes pierced through the metal surface, lifting the mutated monster high into the air.

No blood flowed out.

There were no screams.

The mutated tyrant's eye, located under its armpit, remained fixed on the new-style tyrant.

The mouth on the knee opened and closed faster.

It waved the severed tentacles on its chest, trying to scratch at the black spikes.

This appearance is even more disgusting.

The new-style tyrant has all four heads working together.

Extreme cold and frost, golden brilliance, and deprivation of vital energy and blood.

The three laws converged on his arms, forming a composite energy pillar with a diameter of several hundred meters.

boom!

The beam of light swept across.

The plains returned to deathly silence.

The new-style tyrant stood there, panting heavily.

It wasn't because of the excessive energy expenditure; I was simply disgusted.

It looked around and, after confirming that the deformed thing really couldn't move, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It had even lost its appetite and turned to leave this unlucky place.

high in the air.

Lin Yuan shook his head as he looked at the clean and swift kill below.

"It still doesn't work."

He sighed, his newly formed hope dashed once again.

The flames of war can indeed bring corpses back to life; this ability to transcend the boundaries of life and death sounds terrifying.

But the actual results were truly appalling.

That mutated monster couldn't even mobilize the most basic laws of power; it was just a moving lump of rotten flesh.

His combat strength is estimated to be less than one-tenth of what it was before he died.

Faced with the attack of the new-style violent demon, they were powerless to fight back and were instantly killed.

"It's certainly scary enough."

Lin Yuan imagined the scene in his mind.

If in the future battlefield of all races, his own army of monstrous demons clashes with the retinues of alien gods.

With great difficulty, the alien race paid a heavy price to wipe out their entire army of monstrous demons.

The next second...

The scattered limbs and severed bodies began to writhe, piecing together hundreds of thousands of deformed monsters with eyes on their buttocks and mouths on their bellies, and launched another attack.

Even he, the creator who personally built the Wasteland God Realm, felt a little creeped out just looking at this mutated monstrous demon.

If all the hundreds of thousands or millions of demons under my command turned into this grotesque sight, it would probably scare the opposing deity.

The level of mental pollution is off the charts.

But upon closer examination, Lin Yuan felt that this argument was untenable.

How terrifying must a god be to be capable of wiping out hundreds of thousands or even millions of his own demon army?

Faced with an existence of that level, what use are hundreds of thousands of deformed flesh chunks with less than 10% combat power?

They could easily obliterate these mutated monsters along with the entire world with a single, wide-range divine spell.

If I were to encounter such a formidable enemy, I doubt I would even have a chance to escape.

All I could do was obediently wash my neck clean and wait for the other party to chop it off.

"After all that rambling, applying these laws of war to a violent demon is a complete waste of time."

Lin Yuan was speechless.

The main characteristic of a monster is its powerful individual combat strength.

They are relatively few in number and follow an elite force approach.

The ability to revive after death is of little benefit to elite soldiers.

"Perhaps it's time to change our approach."

Lin Yuan shifted his gaze.

He thought of the Zerg.

That terrifying race that holds an absolute numerical advantage in the Wasteland God Realm, with a total number exceeding 2.3 billion.

The Zerg have no shortage of cannon fodder.

If, on the battlefield, the low-level Zerg, who are used as expendable resources, were to die, they could also ignite the flames of war and be reassembled into deformed monsters.

Even if his combat strength is only one-tenth of what it was before he died.

With a base of over 100 million, it represents an extremely disgusting force.

Not only can it further deplete the enemy's manpower, but it can also cause considerable psychological damage.

"This actually has some potential."

Lin Yuan seemed to be deep in thought.

He planned to turn his attention to the insect nest deep underground.

Go and see if those lower-level Zerg branches that have integrated the laws of war also possess this ability to resurrect and regenerate.

If so, then this law of war isn't too useless; it can barely be used as a cannon fodder enhancement device.

make up one's mind.

Just as Lin Yuan was about to withdraw the perception network, the tyrannical demon below slapped itself in the face once again.