Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The lingering power of the Chaos Four Extremes Realm still reverberated in the air as the new-style violent demons turned and strode away, preparing to leave this scorched land.

Then, the sound of bones grinding together came from behind.

The new-style violent demon instinctively turned around, and the eight eyes on its four heads simultaneously contracted.

Amidst the shattered metal and mangled flesh, the dark red-gold flames of war reignited.

This time the flames were more intense than ever before, directly igniting the surrounding dark abyss spiritual energy.

Nausea and vomiting.

The new-style thugs didn't want to look at this deformed monster again.

It raised its right arm, and a composite energy ball, interwoven with ice blue and pitch black, condensed in its palm.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, and the space seemed to distort.

The energy ball flew out of his hand, heading straight for the center of the rotting flesh. It aimed to erase all traces of its existence before the target could fully materialize.

Just as the energy ball was about to hit, an astonishing suction force erupted from the rotten flesh.

It absorbed all the surrounding abyssal spiritual energy, the remaining fragments of laws, and even the energy from the earth veins deep underground.

boom!

The energy ball exploded, scattering smoke, dust, and ice shards everywhere.

The new-style violent demon looked at the center of the explosion, his brow furrowed.

There was nothing there; its attack missed.

This attack incorporates both stealth and spatial locking, making it impossible for it to miss.

Unless, at the moment of attack, the opponent crosses to a deeper spatial dimension than itself.

A sense of danger welled up inside me.

The new-style violent demon immediately activated the Void Shadow, a layer of black mist rising from its body as it attempted to sink into the shadows beneath its feet.

late.

The space on the left tore open, and an exaggeratedly thick, dark gold arm reached out, its five fingers firmly gripping its shoulder.

The next second, a second, a third, a fourth...

Six arms stretched out from the void, binding the limbs of the new-style tyrant.

The massive body of the old-school tyrant burst out from the spatial rift.

Its three shattered heads have been perfectly reassembled, and its eyes burn with the intense flames of war.

The liquid metal armor on its surface has been completely renewed, now shimmering with a deeper, darker gold luster.

The breath of life, the fluctuations of the soul.

These two things, which had completely vanished, are now surging exponentially in the old-school violent demons.

Its aura directly transcended the original hierarchical barriers, ascending to a completely new level.

The new-style thugs struggled frantically.

It mobilized the laws of extreme cold, golden light, and qi and blood within its body, attempting to break free of the restraints.

To no avail; the old-school tyrant's six arms remained completely still.

"Get out of my way!" the four heads of the new-style tyrant roared simultaneously.

Its jet-black head had bright eyes, and ripples appeared in the surrounding space.

It forcibly initiated a spatial jump, taking the old-school tyrants with it into the void turbulence.

In the void, spatial storms raged.

The new-style thugs attempted to use the power of the storm to tear their opponents apart.

The old-school tyrants remained unmoved.

With its six arms exerting force, Titan gravity flowed through its fingertips into the new-style violent demon's body, forcibly suppressing the opponent's flow of laws.

The spatial jump failed, and both behemoths fell into reality simultaneously.

As soon as they landed, the new-style violent demon activated Shadow again.

Its body blends into the shadows of the ground, trying to find a moment to breathe in the dark dimension.

The three heads of the old-school tyrant roared simultaneously.

With a sudden stomp of his right foot, the earth's crust within a radius of a hundred miles collapsed instantly.

The shadow dimension develops cracks under oscillation.

The old-school thugs caught the slight fluctuation, and all six of their arms simultaneously reached into the shadow rift, grabbing the new-school thugs' bodies and dragging them back to reality.

Reality, illusion, shadow.

A clash on three levels.

The new-style violent demons' movement techniques completely lost their advantage against the old-style violent demons.

The other party, relying on its ability to rise across the board, relentlessly tracked its movements, refusing to give an inch.

The real hand-to-hand combat has begun.

The old-school tyrants abandoned all defense.

Six arms clenched into fists, raining down on the new-style thug.

The first punch landed squarely on Ice Blue's head.

The extreme cold shield shattered, the skull caved in, and the icy blue eyeballs burst open.

The second punch landed on his chest.

The dark gold armor shattered, flying metal everywhere, and the sound of ribs breaking was crisp and piercing.

The third punch, the fourth punch, the fifth punch...

The fists scraped against the air, each strike carrying the fury of an old-school tyrant.

The new-style violent demon vomited black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

It attempted to retaliate, its four arms converging into blades of light, slashing at the old-school tyrant.

The light blade sliced ​​through the armor of the old-school tyrant, severing its muscle fibers, revealing bone beneath.

The old-school tyrants didn't even glance at it.

The wound burned with flames, and after the flesh and blood writhed, it was forcibly stitched up.

It continued to throw punches despite the attacks from the new-style violent demon.

Every punch landed squarely, blood gushing out.

The new-style berserker, who was just moments ago arrogant and endlessly exhausting his opponent with his domain, has now become a broken punching bag.

Its body kept reassembling, only to be bombarded even more brutally in the next second.

The situation between the two has completely reversed.

High in the sky, Lin Yuan looked down at the battlefield below.

A chaotic light shone in his eyes.

The Divine Eye activated, its gaze piercing through the flesh and blood of the tyrannical demon, reaching the underlying rules and logic of the divine realm.

The new-style violent demons couldn't understand why their opponents could come back to life, but Lin Yuan could see it clearly.

The old-school tyrant has indeed died.

The core source was shattered, and the flame of the soul was extinguished.

But even after death, the flame of war deep within its soul did not dissipate.

With an absolutely fanatical attitude, it was nailed to every drop of black blood and every piece of broken bone remaining in the old-school tyrants.

This unwavering conviction touched upon a fundamental characteristic of the divine realm—[Rebirth from Despair].

The underlying rules of the divine realm responded to the call of the flames of war.

The scattered fragments of the soul, drawn together by the flames of war, cross the abyss of death and reassemble.

The shattered flesh and bones were frantically reshaped under the nourishment of the divine realm's rules.

Skeletal restructuring, meridian regeneration, and armor solidification.

This is not a simple case of a zombie coming back to life.

This is a double baptism of soul and body, a true rebirth from the ashes.

The laws of war provide an anchor for the indomitable soul, while [Rebirth from Despair] offers a fertile ground for reshaping the physical body.

The combination of the two has created the behemoth before us, whose combat power has soared and which has crossed the barriers of different ranks.

Lin Yuan stood on the cloud, his breath slightly catching in his throat.

He finally understood the true meaning of the laws of war for the Wasteland Family.

For the retinue of ordinary deities, once they die, they are simply gone.

Even with resurrection magic, it would still require a massive amount of divine power and resources.

The retinues of the Wasteland God Realm are different.

They flirt with life and death every day, so the probability of triggering [Rebirth from Despair] is not low.

Now that the laws of war provide a safety net, they no longer need to fear even death.

As long as the flames of war continue, souls can be forcibly preserved.

As long as the soul remains, there is a chance to trigger Nirvana and reshape the true form.

What does this mean?

This means that these monsters not only fought amongst themselves while alive, but continued to fight even after they died.

They will struggle in the abyss of death, desperately grasping at that sliver of opportunity for rebirth.

Then, with even greater strength, they crawled back to the battlefield and tore the enemy apart.

"Madmen." Lin Yuan's lips curled into a wild smile. "They're all a bunch of madmen."

He loved this kind of craziness.

The ecosystem of the Wasteland God Realm is inherently a never-ending and brutal involution.

Now, the laws of war have added an extra layer to this involutionary struggle.

They fought desperately in life, and they won't find peace in death.

As long as the flames of war remain burning, the soul can return, the body can be rebuilt, get up and keep rolling!

Lin Yuan composed himself and continued to focus on the battle below.

On the plains, the old-school tyrants' offensive reached its peak.

With all six arms exerting force simultaneously, Titan's gravity was compressed to its limit, condensing into a super-large gravitational ball that slammed into the chest cavity of the new-style tyrant.

Boom!

The massive body of the new-style violent demon exploded on the spot.

The four heads, two arms, and the core source core all turned into a rain of blood.

Life was completely exhausted.

The new-style tyrant is dead.

But the battle was not over.

Amidst the blood and gore scattered across the ground, the dark red and golden flames of war ignited.

Driven by the consciousness of war, flesh and blood began to writhe and piece together.

An eyeball is embedded in the severed arm, and half a mouth grows next to the shattered sternum.

A more twisted and repulsive monstrosity than before quickly took shape.

The old-school tyrant roared and charged forward.

Six arms tore at the monster frantically, instantly pulverizing it.

The wreckage continued to reassemble, and the old-school thugs continued to destroy.

Once, twice, three times.

Just as the old-school tyrants were preparing to launch their fourth attack, a miracle occurred once again.

A powerful surge of soul energy erupted from the remains of the new-style violent demon. It also triggered [Desperate Rebirth].

A dark golden light shot into the sky.

The new-style violent demon has reshaped its true form, its aura becoming even more unfathomable.

The eyes on the four heads revealed extreme brutality.

A new round of fighting has begun.

This time, both sides went all out, completely smothering the plains spanning hundreds of miles.

An hour later.

Lin Yuan looked down at the ruins and summarized the battle.

The new-style thugs won.

After its reshaping, it used its deep understanding of the laws to find the flaws in the operation of the old-style violent demons' power.

The realm formed by the fusion of the four laws descended once more, and together with its surging physical power, it utterly crushed the old-school violent demons.

The old-style tyrants transformed into deformed monsters, while the new-style tyrants displayed even more brutal methods, destroying the flesh and bones of their opponents hundreds of times in a row.

The old-school tyrants' luck has run out this time.

It failed to trigger [Rebirth in Despair] again, and the flame of its soul was extinguished in endless decay.

The new-style violent demon stood in a pool of blood, roaring to the sky.

It devoured the remnants of the old-school tyrants, and the flames of war on the soul level burned fiercely, expanding its size several times over.

Its aura has been upgraded from Epic One-Star to Epic Five-Star.

"Awesome."

Lin Yuan stood on a cloud, his face displaying a variety of expressions.

Just a second ago he thought the laws of war were a pretty but useless facade.

Now, he just wants to take back what he just said.

"My perspective is still too narrow," Lin Yuan thought to himself.

To judge the law with the mind of a lesser god.

This law of war is absolutely insanely powerful.

It perfectly fits the underlying rules of the Wasteland God Realm and perfectly fills in the evolutionary puzzle of the followers.

It truly is a supreme law that countless gods in the starry sky have dreamed of.

Lin Yuan was in high spirits, and his perception network quickly expanded, covering the entire divine realm of more than 50 million square kilometers.

He wanted to see what benefits other races, besides the tyrannical demons, had gained from this qualitative change in the laws of nature.

The sensory results were quickly fed back.

Most of the servants' performance was indeed not as exaggerated as that of the tyrant.

The Zerg, the air-sea race, and the fire spirits do not possess the vitality necessary to sustain such a high frequency of death and rebirth.

But even after they die, they will still transform into deformed monsters and continue to tear apart enemies on the battlefield.

Lin Yuan's perception network continued to deepen, eventually locking onto two special groups.

These two species have an expressive power that is even more terrifying than that of a violent demon.

The first is the Bloodfish, which rules the waters of the River Styx.

In the far east, within the main channel of the River Styx, which is tens of thousands of miles wide.

A Blood-Stained Bone Fish, over three thousand meters long, is being besieged by dozens of high-ranking demonic vultures.

The vultures leaped into the River Styx, using their numerical advantage to overwhelm the skeleton fish.

They waved their sharp beaks, smashing the skeletonized armor of the carnivorous fish and tearing its dark red scales.

The massive body of the skeleton fish was broken into three pieces, its internal organs and black blood staining a large area of ​​water red.

For any other creature, such injuries would have already killed it.

But the Blood-Stained Skeleton Fish did not.

It possesses two core abilities: [Flesh and Blood Pagoda] and [Life and Death Reversal].

Now, driven by the flames of war, an incomprehensible change has occurred.

Within the three broken sections of the body, the flames of war burned fiercely.

The deathly aura transformed into extreme vitality.

Countless thick, dark red fleshy buds gushed out from the cut, like tentacles with independent consciousness, intertwining with each other and forcibly stitching the body back together.

Even though it didn't trigger [Rebirth from Despair] this time, it still managed to crawl back from the brink of death thanks to this power of law.

The vultures swooped down again, trying to tear open the stitched wound.

The skeletal fish opened its massive jaws and unleashed the [Dark Blood Abyss Realm].

Gravity doubles, death energy erodes.

At the same time, the boiling dark blood within the body is forced out.

Chains of stripping formed across the sky, piercing the bodies of the demonic vultures and drawing their life force to nourish themselves.

Physical attacks are almost ineffective against the Bloodthirsty Bone Fish.

As long as the flames of war remain unextinguished, and as long as there are living creatures around to provide nourishment, it can endlessly mend itself and regenerate.

Within the realm of the gods, one must not encounter a familiar who is proficient in space, shadow assimilation, or soul annihilation.

Otherwise, this kind of purely physical attack wouldn't kill it at all.

Lin Yuan stared at the skeleton fish churning in the River Styx and clicked his tongue in amazement.

This thing is truly immortal.

As long as its soul cannot be completely annihilated in an instant, or it can be transformed using extremely high-level spatial and shadow laws.

It can endlessly oscillate between life and death, and endlessly recover.

If you cut off its head, it will grow two more.

Tear its body apart, and it can piece together an even larger shell.

Shifting his gaze, Lin Yuan looked towards an insect nest deep within the Divine Realm.

There, a second species that amazed Lin Yuan came into existence.

A high-level source insect that has adapted to the power of the violent demon and the genes of the Netherblood Skeleton Fish.

Beside the special nutrient pool at the bottom of the insect nest, hundreds of source insects, each about 100 meters long, were lying.

Lin Yuan used the sensor network to explore their internal structure.

These high-level source insects perfectly inherited the physical strength of the tyrannical demon and the life-and-death transformation ability of the skeleton fish.

Unlike skeletal fish, they do not rely on their massive size to store up life force; instead, they compress this power to the extreme.

In the event of a fatal injury, the liquid metal will instantly seal the wound.

The flames of war drive a reversal of life and death, allowing for self-healing in an extremely short time.

If they actually die in battle, the probability of them triggering [Rebirth from Despair] is frighteningly high.

The only drawback is that there are too few of them.

Compared to the Zerg's massive population of billions, these high-level source insects are not even a fraction of their size.

But that's enough.

Whether it's the near-unbeatable physical resistance of the Bloodstained Bone Fish or the perfect fusion ability of the high-level source insects.

Both achieved a qualitative leap under the catalysis of the laws of war.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

Cool.

The feeling of watching your army constantly evolve and its combat power soar is incredibly addictive.

The degree of involution among the followers within the divine realm has further increased.

In their lifetimes, they engaged in a frenzied competition to seize resources and comprehend the laws of nature.

After death, in order to preserve their souls and trigger Nirvana, they continue to compete in the same arena.

Everyone is a soldier, everyone is obsessed.

As long as these monsters don't all die out, they can continue down this extreme path of evolution.

Run wildly until you tear apart all the rules of this starry sky.