Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Deep within the Deadly Mountains, the venomous spider clan faces its end.

The vulture swooped down from the shadows of the treetops, igniting the entire forest with its infernal flames.

The sharp claws tore through the spider's carapace, and blood gushed out.

These sky killers, who dwell in the shadow dimension, crave nourishment on the level of the soul.

The Spider Queen watched helplessly as her race was wiped out, her compound eyes filled with utter despair, resentment, and fear.

These negative emotions condensed in the shadow dimension, forming wisps of black mist.

The vultures opened their beaks and greedily inhaled the black mist.

As negative emotions seeped into its belly, the black feathers on the demonic eagle became even deeper, and the violent aura in its eyes rose steadily.

They can feed on fear and resentment.

The treacherous and cunning venomous spiders release their purest negative emotions before death, which the eagles consider an unparalleled delicacy.

In just a few minutes, tens of thousands of Thousand-Faced Poison Spiders died.

The vultures let out a satisfied burp, then disappeared into the shadows to continue their search for their next prey.

Lin Yuan sat on the tyrant's broad shoulders, overlooking the entire battlefield.

The wasteland army advanced at an astonishing speed.

The mountains were flattened, and the swamps dried up.

Countless native monsters didn't even leave behind their bones; they all ended up in the bellies of their followers.

Lin Yuan's perception network extended over there, and he sighed inwardly.

The resources within the Blood Pact Arena are outrageously abundant.

Ancient mineral veins buried deep underground, medicinal herbs and spiritual roots, and native magical beasts that have thrived for countless years.

These things are all highly nourishing for the wasteland remnants.

While the battle raged on the front lines, a similar frenzy of advancement was unfolding in the rear.

Among the Zerg army, those stuck on the edge of the Platinum tier are about to achieve a collective breakthrough.

The carapace of the Shadowblade worm lost its variegated colors and turned into pure void black.

The bursting insect has shrunk in size, but the energy it contains has increased several times over.

Not just the lower-tier Zerg.

In the teams of the Berserker, Fire Spirit, and Bloodthirsty Bone Fish, scenes of high-level players breaking through to the peak are commonplace.

Within the ranks of the Demon Clan, muffled sounds of breakthroughs echoed one after another.

The hundred-meter-tall tyrant grew rapidly under the nourishment of resources, crossing the threshold of the epic rank.

After devouring countless spiritual veins, the Fire Spirit Clan's multi-dimensional karmic fire became even more profound in color.

The body of the Blood-Stained Bone Fish broke through the 4,000-meter mark, and new patterns emerged on the surface of the withered bone armor.

With ample resources, the growth rate of the wasteland retinue is almost at its maximum.

Lin Yuan looked down at the frenzied monsters and stroked his chin.

If it weren't for the extreme variables and bottlenecks in the legendary rank, this group of followers would have broken through in batches long ago.

Lin Yuan patted the tyrant on the shoulder.

This behemoth devoured the most resources, and the energy accumulated in its body was enough to burst out hundreds of peak epic-level beings, yet it remained firmly stuck at the half-step legendary level.

The deeper one's foundation, the more demanding the opportunity required for a breakthrough.

However, Lin Yuan was not in a hurry at all.

This is just the tip of the iceberg in the Blood Pact Arena.

This vast world holds even more unknown opportunities.

Not to mention the geniuses from all races who participated in the competition; the divine relatives they possessed were the real main source of income.

As Lin Yuan was planning his next plunder route, a sudden disturbance occurred on the battlefield below.

The Liquid Gold Crab clan, which had been charging ahead, suddenly stopped for some unknown reason.

Millions of high-level liquid gold crabs turned around, leading the liquid gold crabs behind them, and headed back.

This counter-current of metal stood out starkly against the surging tide of the wasteland army.

The tyrant stopped in his tracks.

It lowered its head, and a fierce rage burned in its dark golden eyes.

In the tyrant's mind, the divine decree was to crush everything.

The wasteland army has no reason to retreat; there is no way they can retreat. How dare these crabs desert their posts!

They were both afraid of death and disobeyed divine orders.

The crime is unforgivable.

The tyrant roared and raised his right foot high.

Titan gravity compresses beneath the feet.

Prepare to stomp these disgraceful trash to death and use their remains to warn the entire wasteland army.

Stop.

Lin Yuan's voice rang in the tyrant's ears.

The tyrant's body trembled, and he forcibly dissipated the gravity field beneath his feet.

Its feet hovered in mid-air, landing to the side of the Liquid Gold Crab team, and then a stream of hot air blew out of its nostrils.

Lin Yuan looked down at the group of liquid gold crabs moving against the flow.

He knew very well the nature of the wasteland retinue.

These guys are driven by madness and greed; they would never run away out of fear of the native monsters.

There must be a reason for going against the flow.

Hundreds of thousands of high-level liquid gold crabs, each reaching a hundred meters in size, arrived at the tyrant's feet.

They lay prone on the ground, their eight long metal legs pressed tightly against the earth, and their two enormous pincers held flat in front of them.

The liquid gold crabs behind them followed suit.

In an instant, the ground was covered with dark gold metal armor, creating a spectacular scene.

The leading Epic-tier Liquid Gold Crabs raised their heads and conveyed their thoughts to Lin Yuan through mental connection.

Lin Yuan closed his eyes and read the information they were conveying.

A moment later, Lin Yuan finished reading the information and raised an eyebrow slightly.

The meaning expressed by the leader of the Liquid Gold Crab is very clear.

They couldn't keep up with the pace of the wasteland army.

The monstrous creatures are responsible for crushing everything in their path, the fire spirits are responsible for burning everything in their path, the skeletal fish are responsible for devouring flesh and blood, and the insectoids are responsible for precise harvesting.

Even the Vulture and the Bladebat can find their hunting rhythm in the shadows.

The liquid gold crabs, caught in the middle, are of average speed and unremarkable attack power, so they can only follow behind and eat the leftovers.

Staying here will only make us a bunch of useless people with no sense of existence forever.

Therefore, the Liquid Gold Crab clan implored the gods to grant them the right to move freely.

They wanted to break away from the Wasteland Army's marching route and freely seek opportunities in other areas of the Blood Pact Arena.

Lin Yuan lightly tapped the edge of the Tyrant's armor with his fingers.

Based on the information he had access to, the Blood Pact Field of Myriad Races was actually far more complex than it appeared on the surface.

After a long period of research, the top scholars of all races have reached a unified conjecture about the Blood Pact Field.

This place is very likely the back garden of an ancient, powerful deity.

In that era, true gods roamed the earth, and the supreme gods were less than dogs.

It has gone through several cosmic eras.

The starry sea shattered, and all things were reborn.

This isolated space miraculously survived thanks to some kind of heaven-defying underlying rule.

Countless eras have passed, transforming this place into a vast treasure trove.

Not only does it house various mutated magical beasts, but it also hides ancient ruins, the legacy of true gods, and even divine realm habitats with rare attributes.

This place possesses enough creation to drive any god mad.

However, it also has a limitation.

Ancient rules reject all power at the level of true gods.

Once a true god forcibly enters, the bottom layer of this space will go completely berserk.

Either the entire space is destroyed, or the true god suffers the backlash of the rules and his divine fire is extinguished.

Only beings below the level of God can safely enter.

Lin Yuan recalled the bloody history recorded in the documents.

When the Blood Pact Field first appeared, the entire universe of myriad races was engulfed in fierce fighting.

Humans, Mechs, Protoss...

To monopolize this prize, countless races across the cosmos erupted in a brutal war that swept across the entire universe.

Countless galaxies were destroyed in the flames of war, and countless high-ranking gods perished.

The various ethnic groups fought so fiercely that their foundations were severely damaged, and none of them could defeat the others.

If the fighting continues, not only will the universe be unable to withstand it, but there are also the abyssal forces eyeing us covetously.

For the sake of the overall situation, all parties eventually sat down at the negotiating table and reached a consensus.

The Blood Pact Arena is managed and opened by the neutral force, Myriad Star City.

Each race sent its elite descendants below the level of true god to enter and jointly mine resources.

Over time, this place evolved into an arena where all races displayed their heritage and divided up resources.

The more resources you seize in the Blood Pact Arena, and the more alien geniuses you kill, the greater your race's influence in the universe will be.

Lin Yuan snapped out of his thoughts and turned his gaze back to the Liquid Gold Crab.

The Blood Pact Field is incredibly large, and no one can say for sure what opportunities it holds.

Although the wasteland army advances at an extremely fast pace, it can only sweep away resources in a straight line.

Letting these liquid gold crabs go out and explore freely is a good option.

For the Wasteland God Realm, the Liquid Gold Crab clan is of negligible combat power.

Even if these hundreds of millions of liquid gold crabs encounter powerful enemies during the exploration and are wiped out, it will have no impact on Lin Yuan's overall combat strength.

They can be raised in a free-range manner.

Thinking about it this way, Lin Yuan felt a glimmer of hope.

What if these low-level prison crabs get incredibly lucky and stumble upon some ancient god's relics, or find some special artifacts left over from the previous era?

Wasteland God Realm is inherently full of unpredictable variables.

Who says that the underprivileged cannot rise up?

Perhaps the Liquid Gold Crab clan is the chosen one of destiny in the Wasteland God Realm.

If they can truly seize this opportunity, they can complete the ultimate transformation at the level of life.

Successfully escaping the fate of being imprisoned is a real surprise.

Lin Yuan stood up and looked down at the densely packed group of metal crabs.

"Granted."