Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The oracle was delivered.

The army of wasteland soldiers, which had just spread out in a fan shape and seemed ready to scrape away three layers of the ground, quickly contracted their formation.

The army transformed into a sharp, dark gold longsword, its tip pointing directly east.

"Straight line, full speed ahead," Lin Yuan ordered.

The tyrant roared to the sky, took long strides, and charged out first.

The wasteland army followed closely behind, advancing along the path trodden by the tyrant.

No longer pursuing absolute cleanliness, but only seeking the ultimate speed and destruction.

The landscape along the way is ever-changing.

One second they were wading through putrid mud, the next they were stepping into a frigid ice field with howling winds.

Beyond the icy plains lies a dark, dense forest teeming with poisonous miasma.

But this couldn't stop the wasteland army's advance; no matter the terrain, they leveled it all.

The wasteland army surged out of the toxic swamp and plunged into a stone forest covered with sharp iron spikes.

This is the territory of the petrified lizards, who have just sensed the intrusion and are preparing to gather and fight back.

The few thousand-meter-tall berserkers at the very front were too big to even glance at.

Titan's gravity field was fully activated, and the iron spiked stone pillars within a hundred miles in front, along with the newly emerged lizard leader, were crushed into a solid mass of flesh.

The group of petrified lizards behind them stopped in their tracks.

An indescribable fear arose within their instinctive intelligence.

When the wasteland army reached the rear, the remaining petrified lizards discovered a pattern.

The monsters ran wildly in a straight line, ignoring the prey on either side.

The instinct for survival triumphs over territoriality.

The group of petrified lizards changed direction and desperately fled to either side of the straight line, making way for each other.

After passing through the iron-spiky stone forest, the army stepped into a frosty tundra floating with ice crystals.

The dominant species here is the Frost Giant.

They are short-tempered and have a very strong sense of territory.

But when they saw the black cataclysmic disaster stretching to the horizon and the liquid gold monsters that were several times taller than them, all their rage vanished.

The Frost Giant chieftain slapped away several reckless youths who tried to charge, and led his tribe in a scramble to the edge of the tundra.

They crouched behind the glacier, shivering as they watched the large army pass by.

Crossing the frost-covered tundra, venturing into crystal mines, and crushing through forests of giant trees.

Wherever the wasteland army went, all the native monsters followed suit.

As soon as the army's route was discovered, they all retreated to the sides.

A straight vacuum zone took shape on the land of the Blood Pact Field.

The army advanced at an extremely fast pace, and the number of high-level monsters and rare resources along the way was astonishing.

The wasteland family members ate to their hearts' content.

So the tyrant's liquid metal body grew quite a bit fatter, and then it let out a burp.

High-purity energy seeped out from the gaps in the armor, turning into specks of starlight and dissipating.

They were overeaten.

The body's energy reserves have reached their limit, and the stomach is completely full.

The Blood-Stained Bone Fish swam slower, having consumed too much flesh and blood.

Dark red granulation tissue wriggled wildly on the surface of the bones, its digestion speed completely unable to keep up with its eating speed.

Lin Yuan saw all of this and waved his hand.

Tens of thousands of dark golden divine realm teleportation channels appeared in mid-air.

This time, the suction force within the passage reversed.

"If it can't fit, take it back."

The oracle descended.

The wasteland creatures, having eaten and drunk their fill, brightened up and began their transporter mode.

The old-school tyrant, taking advantage of its size and strength, charged directly into the crystal mine.

With his hands plunged into the ground, Titan's gravity pulled him in the opposite direction.

A top-grade spiritual vein, tens of thousands of meters long, was uprooted.

Several monstrous demons carried the spiritual vein and strode to the entrance of the divine realm passage. They threw the entire spiritual vein into the passage like firewood.

The Fire Spirits demonstrated extremely high refining efficiency. Diverse karmic fires enveloped a large mining area, burning away all impurities.

Alternating extreme cold and high temperatures rapidly cool and solidify liquid minerals.

The fire spirits lined up in a long queue, sending the crystal bricks into the passage one by one.

In this frenzy of transportation, the Insect King was the most active.

It hovered in the center of the insect cloud, its compound eyes gleaming with a calculating light.

As the king of the Zerg, it knows all too well how difficult it is to obtain resources.

You don't know the cost of firewood and rice until you're in charge of the household; the source insects below are all money-devouring beasts.

We've finally got this opportunity, so we must build up our resources for the Zerg.

The Insect King issued a series of commands, directing the swarm to carry out precise operations.

Instead of their usual self-destructing behavior, the exploding insects charged into a forest of fire-type spirit fruits.

It opened its mouth wide and swallowed the fruit and leaves in one gulp.

Its bloated belly swelled rapidly until its skin became almost transparent, before it slowly rolled towards the divine realm passage.

The beetle transforms into a heavy transport vehicle.

Tons of rare minerals were piled up on the carapace, arranged in neat rows, and crawled into the passage step by step.

The Shadow Blade Bug is responsible for high-end ingredients.

They darted through the shadows, precisely slicing through the corpses of high-level magical beasts.

Remove the useless outer layer, keeping only the complete skeleton and core crystal containing fragments of the laws, and pack them up and drag them back to the divine realm.

The Insect King even set its sights on swampy soil containing special toxins.

It commands a group of worker insects to use secreted mucus to wrap the poisonous mud into huge mud balls, and push the mud balls back.

The eight immortals cross the sea, each showing their magical powers.

The wasteland army continued its rapid advance, simultaneously hauling resources into the divine realm.

Not a single stone containing even a little bit of energy was left along the entire march route.

……

Another large region far away from Lin Yuan's army.

Thunderstorm wasteland.

Izel hovered in mid-air, her eight pure white wings flapping slowly behind her.

Platinum-gold holy flames surrounded him, incinerating all the falling purplish-black lightning.

His face was somewhat pale, but his eyes were filled with excitement.

In order to completely control this area, he consumed tens of thousands of cubic meters of high-quality divine crystals.

A massive amount of divine power forcibly broke through the spatial barrier, summoning all four billion followers from his divine realm to this ancient space.

At this moment, the Thunderstorm Wasteland has changed its appearance.

Tens of millions of Holy Spirit Mages hovered in the low sky, their staffs radiating holy light.

The rays of light merged into one, dispelling the perpetual gray thunderclouds.

Below, the ascetic spirits, like a white ocean, steadily advanced forward.

The hymns of the Prayer of Light resounded throughout heaven and earth, and the materialized golden runes merged into the infantry's armor.

In the sky, the Holy Flame Judgment Knight rode a radiant dragon, breathing out platinum-gold dragon breath.

The dragon's breath swept across the land, burning the crimson rocks and the monsters lurking in the magma to ashes.

Rock Demon Tribe, Thunder Rhinoceros Swarm, and Poison Fire Lizard Army.

These three epic-rank native monster races once attempted to unite in resistance.

However, with the blessing of Izel's S-rank divine domain talent, the defenses of the native monsters were as fragile as paper.

In just a few hours, a large part of the thunderstorm wasteland had been "purified".

Looking from a distance, this place is no longer a desolate wasteland.

Instead, it resembled a holy empire shrouded in holy light.

Pure, majestic, and inviolable.

Izel looked down at the masterpiece she had created and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

The cost of tens of thousands of divine crystals did sting him, but it was all worth it.

As long as the army continues to advance, they will find the opportunity mentioned by their kinsman brother.

He can not only earn back the resources he lost many times over, but his strength will also experience a leap forward.

"As long as I obtain that opportunity, my divine realm's foundation will be able to break through its limits."

Izer clenched his fists, his eyes resolute.

"At that time, there will be very few contestants in the entire Blood Pact Arena who can rival me."

Ambition swelled in his chest.

The face he hated so much resurfaced in Izel's mind once again.

A human boy who calls himself White Night.

At the banquet in Myriad Star City, every word that came out of that mouth was like a barbed whip, lashing at the face of the Angel God Clan.

"Humans..." A sinister glint flashed in Izel's eyes.

"Don't think you're safe just because you're hiding."

"Once I obtain the opportunity, I will personally come to find you."

He had already begun to imagine scenes of torturing Bai Ye in his mind.

First, smash that kid's limbs and pull out all his teeth.

Then, he used holy flames to scorch his flesh inch by inch, letting him experience what it means to be unable to live or die.

Finally, his soul was extracted and sealed within the body of the lowest-ranking ascetic spirit, to forever suffer the agony of thorns piercing his heart.

And Austin.

That lowly angel who came from the slums and climbed up through a mutated divine realm.

Why should he be the captain? Why should he be bossed around like that?

Izel snorted coldly.

We must maintain a facade of peace here and refrain from taking direct action.

Once the blood pact war is over and he returns to the Angel God Clan, he'll have plenty of ways to torment that bastard.

Wash away the shame and restore the majesty of the true son of God.

Just as Izel was reveling in the thrill of revenge.

His body suddenly stiffened.

The holy flames on the eight wings dimmed for a moment.

A sudden chill ran straight to his head, making the feathers on his body stand on end.

The gods' instincts are giving warnings.

Izel felt like she was being watched.

This feeling is far more than being locked onto by an opponent of the same level; it's more like...

You become a dish on a plate.

Or perhaps, a small appetizer?

Cold sweat beaded on Izel's forehead. He suppressed his fear, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.

"Who is it? Which clan's top prodigy?"

Izer's brain was working at lightning speed.

The one who could bring him this sense of oppression was definitely not an ordinary character.

If the other party is extremely powerful, perhaps we could consider forming an alliance first and exploring this area together.

If the other side insists on fighting, it's really hard to say who will win or lose!

He extended a wisp of his divine sense, tracing the source of the malice.

The other party made no attempt to conceal themselves; their aura shone brightly like a lighthouse in the night.

Izel's consciousness traversed the Thunderstorm Wasteland, crossed vast, flattened mountain ranges, and strode over dried-up swamps.

As the distance closed, the scene before us gradually became clearer.

Izel's pupils contracted, and her breathing almost stopped.

On the far horizon, a vast, black catastrophe stretching to the horizon is crushing everything in its path.

One after another, kilometer-long liquid metal monsters tore through space with every move they made.

A sea of ​​fire, formed by the intertwining flames of various industries, ignited the earth.

A kilometer-long, fleshy giant fish swam in mid-air, devouring living beings along its path.

The dense cloud of insects blotted out the sky, swallowing up all light in its path.

Vast, chaotic, violent, and utterly without limits.

Izel was stunned.

His "Holy Light Empire" consisted of billions of neatly arranged divine armies.

Compared to the black natural disaster before us, it only deserves to be called a low-quality sand table ornament.

They are on completely different levels in terms of scale.

Izel bit her lip hard, resisting the urge to sever her divine consciousness.

He discovered that although the enemy's army of natural disasters was terrifying in appearance, they had no intention of attacking him.

This gave Izel a slight sense of relief.

He boldly manipulated that wisp of divine consciousness to continue probing into the interior of the natural disaster.

The moment his divine sense approached the edge of the wasteland army...

A stinging sensation immediately followed.

Izel felt as if her wisp of consciousness had been thrown into a pot of boiling oil, causing her facial muscles to contort in pain.

He gritted his teeth, held on tightly, and fixed his gaze on the forefront of the army of natural disasters, piercing through numerous obstacles.

There, a dark gold monster of exaggerated size was striding forward at breakneck speed.

A person sat on Warcraft's broad shoulders.

The man rested his chin on his hand, his posture casual.

Seemingly sensing Izel's prying eyes, the man slowly turned his head.

His gaze seemed to traverse endless void, meeting Izel's eyes.

A young, handsome face that Izel found incredibly familiar.

Lin Yuan grinned, revealing a bright smile.

He raised his right hand and gently waved it in the direction of Izel's consciousness.

It's like greeting an old friend.

A loud buzzing sound filled Izel's mind, and his mind went completely blank.

"Lin Yuan?!"