Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

On the other side of the Blood Pact Field.

An endless, dark red wasteland.

Above the sky, gray thunderclouds never disperse.

The purplish-black lightning tore through the clouds and struck the crimson rocks.

Deep underground, scorching magma erupts from countless fissures in the earth.

Thunder and subterranean fire intertwined, creating an apocalyptic scene.

Izel hovered in mid-air.

Eight wings spread out behind him, and radiance flowed across his body, resisting the erosion of the harsh environment around him.

Izel's face darkened.

Before entering the Blood Pact Field, the elders of the family repeatedly warned that this ancient space strongly repelled the gods.

But he never expected that this repulsive force would be so terrifying.

His divine power was forcibly weakened by 40%.

If he were outside, he could open up divine realms tens of thousands of meters wide with just a thought, and deploy millions of troops.

But now, the several light gates floating behind him are less than a kilometer wide.

The edges of the passage flickered and twisted, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Izel must constantly expend a large amount of divine power to forcibly stabilize the spatial nodes.

If we relax even slightly, the passage will collapse.

Those who are being transported will be caught in the spatial turbulence and instantly turned into nothingness.

Half a day has passed since we arrived here.

Izel possesses an S-class divine realm, within which billions of troops have sprung up.

But to this day, only a few million members of the family have successfully set foot on this wasteland.

"Hurry up! Move faster!"

Izel issued a divine decree, pointing to the depths of the wasteland with burning eyes.

"Slaughter every living thing in front of you! Full speed ahead!"

Below, the massive army of the gods advanced at full speed.

Leading the way were a large number of ascetic spiritual practitioners.

They were cannon fodder at the bottom of society, their bodies covered in thorny brambles, their eyes filled with fanaticism.

They stood in a square formation, treading on the scorching red rock, like a slowly moving steel wall.

On either side of the ascetic spirits, swarms of winged scouts roamed.

These scouts are agile, with translucent, luminous wings on their backs, and wield exquisite repeating crossbows.

Using the rocky cover in the wasteland, they continued to advance, scouting enemy positions and clearing out scattered local monsters.

At the center of the formation was the core force under Izel's command.

Tens of thousands of priests, dressed in white robes and holding holy scriptures, gathered to pray for light.

They chanted hymns of praise, and beams of white light fell upon the front-row infantry, healing the burns from the lightning strikes and flames.

Behind the priests' camp was a group of Holy Spirit mages.

These mages hovered three feet above the ground, their staffs gleaming, ready to unleash devastating divine spells over a wide area at any moment.

The sky was also filled with Izel's wings.

Thousands upon thousands of temple griffins let out a loud cry.

A knight clad in light armor sat atop the griffin, wielding a long lance, surveying the entire airspace.

At the very top of the flock of griffins, hovered Izel's core trump card.

Hundreds of radiant dragons, each over 500 meters long.

On the dragon's back stood the most powerful warrior in the realm of Izel.

Holy Flame Judgment Knight.

These knights were all of epic rank, their bodies engulfed in platinum-gold holy flames, their eyes cold and devoid of emotion.

Despite the harsh environment and limited divine power, Izel's army still displayed astonishing combat strength.

Along the way, they encountered native magical beasts, whether it was the fire poison scorpion lurking in the lava or the purple lightning thunderbird dwelling in the thunderclouds.

Anyone who dared to show their face was instantly subjected to the dragon's breath of the Radiant Dragon, followed by the infantry phalanx crushing them until nothing was left.

Looking at the orderly army below, Izel's agitation subsided slightly.

His impatience stemmed from the immense opportunity hidden deep within this desolate wilderness.

Izel paid a heavy price for this intelligence, almost emptying his personal treasury, in exchange for it from a family elder brother.

That elder brother participated in the previous Blood Pact War of Ten Thousand Races.

In terms of strength, that elder brother was not even ranked among the top talents of his generation.

But he has one unparalleled advantage: shamelessness.

Once inside the Blood Pact Arena, the elder brother lived by the principle of "survival" throughout.

When he encountered weaker alien races, he would strike hard.

When he encountered a powerful and top-tier genius, he didn't hesitate to act subservient without saying a word.

They would hand over the resources they had looted, or even kowtow and beg for mercy, in order to save their lives.

Such behavior was extremely despised within the Angel race, but the elder brother did survive to the end and reaped considerable rewards.

According to his elder brother's memory, it happened in the last few days before the Blood Pact Arena was about to close.

He hid everywhere, and accidentally stumbled into a wasteland where thunder and fire mingled.

There, my brother sensed an ancient aura.

My elder brother is willing to risk his life to guarantee that there is definitely an opportunity hidden there.

Unfortunately, the Blood Pact Arena was about to close, and several bloodthirsty alien killers were roaming the wasteland.

After much deliberation, his elder brother decided not to venture further and left with regret.

After Izel descended into the Blood Pact Arena, she immediately compared her memories with those of her brother.

Although the geographical environment of the ancient space was constantly undergoing subtle changes.

But the core characteristics of thunder, subterranean fire, and crimson rocks are completely consistent.

Izer was 100% certain that the land beneath his feet was the treasure trove his brother remembered.

He didn't know the exact coordinates of the opportunity.

But it is not important.

As long as the army pushes forward relentlessly, digging deep into the earth and turning the entire wasteland upside down, the opportunity will naturally fall into his hands.

"Boom!"

Just as Izel was envisioning the future, the ground in front of him suddenly exploded.

Dust and smoke rise from the horizon deep in the wilderness.

Three distinct auras erupted simultaneously, directly shattering the thunderclouds in the sky.

The ambush has begun.

Izel squinted and looked into the distance.

Hundreds of kilometers ahead, large areas of the crimson rock layer collapsed.

Countless massive native magical beasts emerged from the ground and attacked the divine army.

Leading the charge was the Rock Demon tribe.

These rock demons are over a hundred meters tall, their bodies are made of hard, crimson ore, and their joints spew out high-temperature steam.

On the left flank, a herd of thunderous rhinoceroses charged in.

Millions of rhinoceroses are entirely purplish-black, with thick lightning bolts wrapped around their single horns.

They converged, forming a vast, thunderous ocean, its power terrifying.

On the right flank, an army of fire lizards crawled close to the ground.

These lizards are tens of meters long, with venomous spines all over their backs, and they constantly spew green poisonous fire from their mouths.

The poisonous fire fell on the rocks, making a sizzling, corrosive sound.

Three epic-level tribes have united.

Sensing the threat of annihilation posed by the divine army, they chose to band together for mutual support and launch a proactive attack.

"Enemy attack! Form ranks!"

The commander of the Divine Seal Heavy Infantry raised his broadsword and roared.

The ascetic spirits at the front quickly pressed down on the tower shield, slamming it heavily onto the ground, the surface of the shield radiating holy light.

The tower shields connect together to form a wall of light.

The next second, the Earth-Splitting Rock Demon slammed into the wall of light.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sounds of continuous collisions echoed across the wasteland.

The wall of light shook continuously, and countless cracks appeared on its surface.

The ascetic spirits held on tightly to the tower shield, their feet leaving deep furrows in the hard rock.

The Thunder Rhinoceros followed closely behind, the lightning on its horn converging into a bolt of lightning that furiously bombarded the wall of light.

The fire lizards spewed poisonous fire from a distance, their green flames clinging to the wall of light and eroding the holy light power within.

"Snap!"

The wall of light finally shattered under the combined impact of the three forces.

The Earth-Splitting Rock Demon swung its rocky fists and smashed into the advancing infantry formation.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The thousands of heavily armored infantrymen in the front row were smashed into a bloody pulp, armor and all.

A gap suddenly appeared in the formation.

The Thunder Rhinoceros charged into the breach, unleashing a devastating storm that burned many infantrymen to ashes.

The fire salamander crawled over the corpses of its companions, spewing poisonous flames and turning the battlefield into a living hell.

In an instant, the vanguard of the divine army was thrown into chaos, and the number of casualties rose sharply.

midair.

Izel looked down at the horrific battle below, his face ashen.

He didn't care about the lives of his cannon fodder and their families; there were plenty of those in the divine realm.

But he could not tolerate any slowdown in the pace of progress.

Time is everything.

If we linger here too long and attract other geniuses from other races, or competitors from our own race, that great opportunity may very well change hands.

A thought flashed through Izel's mind.

Should we use our angelic bloodline to contact other angelic contestants nearby and ask them to come and provide support?

The moment the thought crossed my mind, Izel extinguished it without hesitation.

Same race?

Those young masters and ladies from prominent families, aren't they all ravenous wolves who devour people without spitting out the bones?

If we really bring them here, this opportunity will be completely divided up.

They might even be assassinated and die without knowing why.

Izel gritted her teeth, a ruthless glint in her eyes.

He then thought of Austin.

That eight-winged angel with long, black-purple hair, who acted like a mad dog.

Austin was nothing but a lowlife who crawled out of the slums.

They have inferior blood flowing through their veins and don't even understand the most basic etiquette.

Just because of the awakened and mutated divine realm, and the appreciation of Lord Caleb, they actually dared to climb over the heads of these noble families and act arrogantly.

"Who does he think he is!"

Izel cursed inwardly.

"You piece of trash from a stinking ditch, how dare you swagger in front of me?"

"Once I obtain this great opportunity and my strength increases significantly, the first thing I'll do is kill you, you mad dog!"

Anger burned in Izel's chest.

His thoughts inevitably drifted back to the banquet a few days earlier.

That human boy named Baiye.

That foul-mouthed bastard who belittles the entire angel race as utterly worthless.

"The men were taken to work in the mines, and the women were put on dog leashes..."

"Eighteen different ways to play with wings..."

Bai Ye's arrogant laughter, a demonic sound, echoed in Izel's mind.

That was the greatest humiliation the Angel race had ever suffered.

The true god has fallen, and his majesty has been swept away.

Izel was sitting at the end of the long table, trembling with rage, wishing she could rush up and tear White Night's mouth apart on the spot.

"Humans..."

Izel's eyes became bloodshot, and his killing intent surged.

"Once I find my opportunity and break through my limits, I will personally find those humans and shred that bastard named Bai Ye to pieces!"

"Extract his soul and let it burn in holy flames for ten thousand years!"

Anger is anger.

Izel's rationality remained intact.

The prerequisite for revenge is having absolute strength.

The obstacles in front of us must be removed as soon as possible.

Izel no longer hesitated.

With a flick of his wrist, fist-sized divine crystals appeared in his palm.

Izel crushed the crystals in one go.

"Bang!"

Divine power continuously flowed into Izel's body from his right arm.

Izel let out a long, satisfying whistle.

The divine fire within him burned, and his divine power, which had just been suppressed by the environment, rapidly recovered to its peak state under the infusion of the divine crystal.

"Open it!"

Izel pointed to the divine passage behind her.

Divine power was injected into the spatial node.

The light gate, which was originally less than a kilometer wide and on the verge of collapse, suddenly expanded outward.

Two kilometers!

Five thousand meters!

Five thousand meters!

The divine passage expanded to a width of ten thousand meters, and the spatial barriers at its edges became incredibly sturdy.

"All troops, attack! Crush them!"

The oracle of Izel descended.

Inside the 10,000-meter-wide passage, an even larger and more elite army of dependents descended.

One hundred thousand Holy Flame Knights rode radiant dragons and charged out of the passage.

A million Holy Spirit Mages marched out in formation.

Tens of millions of spectral scouts blotted out the sky.

The subsequent troops arrived continuously and endlessly.

Izer looked down at the army below, which had regained its footing, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

He raised his hands above his head.

Eight pure white wings burst forth with dazzling light, like a blazing sun hanging above the Thunderstorm Wasteland.

S-Rank Divine Realm Talent: Activated!

Visible golden halos spread out from Izel for hundreds of miles around.

A golden halo swept over the divine army.

All the relatives were shaken.

Golden patterns appeared on the armor of the ascetic spirits, causing their strength and defense to double.

The Priest of Light's healing spell comes with a berserk attack attribute.

At the tip of the Holy Spirit Mage's staff, a house-sized orb of destructive light condensed.

The radiant dragon roared, and the flames it spewed turned into pure white gold, their temperature easily melting the void.

A fervent fighting spirit ignited in the eyes of the Holy Flame Judgment Knight, his spear pointing straight ahead.

The entire army's combat power has been enhanced across stars!

Their momentum was overwhelming, and their killing intent soared to the heavens!

Izel looked down at the native magical beasts that were trying to put up a stubborn resistance, his eyes filled with the same way he looked at a group of ants.

"kill!"