Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Lin Yuan sat on the Tyrant's broad shoulders, looking at a wisp of divine consciousness flickering in the void.

Blonde hair, birdman, eight wings.

What's this thing called again?

There were too many angels at the banquet, except for that stubborn black-haired Austin.

The remaining few all looked alike, with mass-produced, saintly faces.

Lin Yuan thought for a long time, but he still couldn't match the face with the specific name.

Never mind, meeting is fate.

Lin Yuan has always been a person who values ​​reciprocity.

Since the other party has probed with their divine sense from a great distance, I must do something in return.

Lin Yuan raised the corners of his mouth and gave that wisp of divine consciousness what he thought was a very kind smile, full of human friendship.

He even raised his right hand and waved it twice in mid-air.

Say hello, please. When you're out and about, politeness is the most important thing.

The next second...

That wisp of divine consciousness trembled violently, and then with a "bang," it shattered on the spot.

The other party severed the mental connection.

It runs faster than a rabbit.

Lin Yuan silently lowered his hand.

"Why are you running away? I can't eat you anyway." Lin Yuan pouted.

The most basic trust between people has completely disappeared.

I greeted them so politely, but they just ran away without saying a word.

They constantly boast that they are noble and holy angels, but their character is extremely poor.

Lin Yuan guessed that the other party was probably afraid that he would use this wisp of divine consciousness to throw a soul poison or plague curse at him.

His mind is too dark.

"Since you're being so polite, please make way for me."

Lin Yuan patted the tyrant on the shoulder, "All troops, speed up, let's go to the front for a big meal."

The tyrant let out a deafening roar.

The wasteland army accelerated its advance once more, heading straight for the east with an overwhelming momentum.

……

Thunderstorm wasteland.

Izel's body, which was suspended in mid-air, trembled.

His eight pure white wings lost their balance, and the entire angel plummeted straight down.

Upon seeing this, the Holy Flame Judgment Knight below hurriedly urged the Radiant Dragon to ascend into the air to provide support.

When Izel was still tens of meters above the ground, he barely managed to steady himself.

He was breathing heavily, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Lin Yuan!"

Izel gritted her teeth.

It was actually Lin Yuan!

The monster at the banquet who instantly killed Austin, drove Lord Caleb into a rage, and ultimately brought out Wen Muxue, the human god of death!

Izel knew that Lin Yuan was very strong.

Those who are sent by Starry Sky University to be captains are definitely among the most formidable opponents in this year's Blood Pact Arena.

But he never expected that Lin Yuan's strength would be so exaggerated.

The overwhelming black cataclysm, the liquid metal monsters that tore through space with every move, and other subordinate monsters...

Is this the kind of family member that someone of this age can have?

"How did I end up running into this?!"

Izel roared inwardly.

The Blood Pact Field is so vast, with so many areas, yet he just happened to run into Lin Yuan's line of fire.

The way that kid waved and smiled just now clearly showed he had his eye on him!

escape.

We must escape.

Only this one thought remained in Izel's mind.

But he quickly calmed down.

There's no escaping it.

The enemy's advance is too fast; with billions of followers, we simply can't outrun them.

Now that the divine crystals are almost exhausted, it is even more impossible to bring all the followers back into the divine realm.

Now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to ask for help.

Izel raised his left hand, forcing out a drop of golden divine blood from his fingertip.

The divine blood formed a complex rune in mid-air.

This is the bloodline mark that the clan's elder gods planted in them before they set off.

As long as they are in the same space, they can communicate over long distances through imprints.

Ezel's first thought was Austin.

He despised this dark-haired scum who crawled out of the slums, but he had to admit that Austin was extremely powerful in combat.

That mutated angelic realm, if it really comes down to a fight, is absolutely a deadly weapon.

Ezreal activated the runes, summoning Auston.

One second, two seconds, half a minute passed.

The runes did not react at all.

"That damned, despicable bastard, playing dead at the crucial moment!"

Izel launched into a tirade of profanities.

He dared not delay any longer and immediately changed his target, starting to contact the other four teammates.

……

Blood Pact Field, Emerald Valley.

This place is far away from the thunderstorm wasteland and is a vibrant primeval forest.

Towering ancient trees reach straight into the clouds, and the air is filled with a rich sense of life.

Deep in the valley, four figures with wings on their backs were sitting around a clear spring.

Three women and one man.

These were the other four members of the Angel God race's participating team.

The girl sitting on the far left is named Misa, and she has six pure white wings folded behind her.

She has a baby face and a soft, cute demeanor. She is looking down and playing with a wood-type spirit crystal that she just dug up.

"Buzz".

The vein mark on Misha's wrist suddenly glowed faintly.

She stopped what she was doing and looked up at the other three people.

"Izel is calling me."

The boy sitting opposite, Xiuer, raised an eyebrow.

He also had six wings, and his blond hair was meticulously combed.

"I received it too." Shul stroked his chin.

The other two girls nodded as well.

One of the six-winged girls, Heya, with a cool and aloof appearance, spoke up.

"He's been in the Blood Pact Arena for so long without making a sound, and now he's suddenly contacting us. It can't be anything good."

The only eight-winged angel, Solan, leaned against the tree trunk.

She wore tight-fitting armor that accentuated her hot figure, and her narrow eyes held a shrewd glint.

"Connect it and let's hear what this guy's up to now." Solan raised his chin. "Let's see what kind of tricks he's up to this time."

Misa nodded.

The bloodline connections established by the true god within the clan are one-way, point-to-point.

Izel had no idea that the four of them had been incredibly lucky after their arrival, landing in the same large area and successfully reuniting.

Misha infused divine power, re-establishing the connection.

Izel's anxious voice rang out.

"Misa! Where are you? I'm in big trouble and need help!"

Xiuer's eyes flashed, and he gave Misha a wink.

Misa understood immediately, and her tone became somewhat timid.

"Brother Izel, what's wrong? What trouble have you run into?"

Over at the Thunderstorm Wasteland, Izel glanced back at the horizon.

The dark shadows have begun to spread across the horizon.

He swallowed hard.

Did you encounter Lin Yuan?

Absolutely not.

Lin Yuan's performance at the banquet was terrifying. If Mi Sha knew that her opponent was Lin Yuan, this little girl would run faster than a rabbit.

We need to come up with a reason to lure them here.

"Winged People!"

Izel gritted her teeth, her voice filled with anger.

"I've run into two prodigies of the Winged Clan, two whole gods! They teamed up to ambush me, and I'm about to collapse!"

Inside the Emerald Valley, the four people exchanged glances upon hearing these words.

His eyes were full of suspicion.

Winged Clan.

The top existence among the second-rate races in the universe.

The Angel God race is at the very bottom of the first-class races.

These two races are sworn enemies in the universe.

The reason is simple: wings and resources.

The angels, who considered themselves noble, regarded the wings of the winged race as inferior imitations and called them "hairy bastards."

The Winged Race, on the other hand, felt that the Angel Gods were hypocritical and pretentious, a group of "frauds pretending to be gods with bird feathers stuck in their hair."

There is a natural and serious hierarchy of contempt between the two sides.

When they encounter each other in the wild, they often don't exchange harsh words and start fighting right away.

What Izer said sounded quite reasonable.

They encountered the Winged Clan and were besieged by two divine messengers, resulting in a bitter battle.

But it's too much of a coincidence.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Xiu'er's lips.

Having been in the Blood Pact Arena for so long, Izel has been enjoying being a lone wolf, without even saying hello.

Now he suddenly appears, only to be besieged by two winged beings who are slightly stronger than him?

There are no such coincidences in this world.

Heya lowered her voice.

"He's definitely lying."

"Maybe he stumbled into some dangerous ancient ruin and got trapped inside, trying to trick us into going there to be his cannon fodder."

Solan snorted coldly.

"He's capable of doing something like that."

Misa understood the situation by observing the three people's attitudes.

She sighed as she looked at the bloodline mark, her voice filled with helplessness.

"Brother Izel, I'm so sorry."

"I just arrived here and fell into a nest of poisonous insects. Now my family members have suffered heavy casualties and it's very difficult to escape."

"Why don't you contact Sister Solan? Or ask Brother Austin to come and help you?"

After saying that, Misa gave Izel no time to react and unilaterally severed the bloodline connection.

The rune's light went out completely.

Beside the clear spring, the four people remained calm.

They felt no remorse whatsoever for abandoning their fellow tribesmen.

In the world of gods, resources and life always come first.

Izel is usually arrogant and domineering because of his family's power, and he has very poor interpersonal relationships.

Now, trying to drag them down is a pipe dream.

Solan stood up and dusted off his armor.

"Alright, forget about that idiot."

"We still can't get in touch with Austin. That mad dog from the slums is probably planning to go it alone."

"Ignore the two of them. With just the four of us, as long as we don't run into those top-tier monsters, we're more than capable of doing whatever we want."

Shul stood up and stretched his wrists.

"Sister Solan, where do we go next? Continue to explore deeper into the area and scavenge for resources?"

A fierce glint flashed in Solan's eyes.

"We need to find resources, but there's something else we need to do first."

She looked up at the distant horizon.

"Looking for the human race."

"Especially that kid named Bai Ye."

Upon hearing the words "White Night," Misa and Heya's expressions instantly darkened.

That scene in the banquet hall was the greatest humiliation they had ever suffered in their lives.

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

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

Those vulgar, thuggish words trampled and rubbed the dignity of the angels underfoot.

Heya gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with murderous intent.

"He must be killed!"

"Seize him, strip him of his divine bones, and skin him naked!"

Even on Misa's soft, doll-like face, a fierce look appeared.

"I want to cut his tongue out and chew it up inch by inch!"

Solan sneered.

"Lin Yuan, let's not move for now. That guy's strength is a bit strange."

"But that foul-mouthed bastard Bai Ye must die."

"Even if the human team groups up, the four of us working together can still kill him!"

Shul nodded in agreement.

The four reached a consensus.

They gathered the resources on the ground, spread their wings, and took to the air.

As for Izzy, who was waiting anxiously.

Bless yourself.