Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

"Damn it, what a bunch of bastards they are!"

Izel stared at the faint bloodline mark on his wrist, veins bulging on his forehead.

He closed his five fingers, crushing the remaining divine power in his palm into powder.

Even someone as stupid as him would understand.

Alice and her group did it on purpose.

Of all times, they encountered danger not earlier or later, but just when he was calling for help, they were caught in a fierce battle.

These guys are always full of boasting, but when it comes to life and death, they're all trying to preserve their strength and would love for him to die at the hands of the alien race.

"When I get back alive, I'll settle scores with you all first!" Izel gritted his teeth.

Anger aside, the real crisis is right in front of us.

With the monster Lin Yuan in front and no reinforcements behind, they were caught in the middle.

He looked up at the horizon.

That black shadow, a symbol of destruction, still stretches far into the distance.

The enemy army is massive, and no matter how fast they advance, it will still take them some time to reach the Thunderstorm Wasteland.

This period was his only chance of survival.

"All troops, heed my command! Form ranks on the spot!" Izel issued a divine decree through his divine sense.

Below, the vast Holy Light Empire was rapidly taking shape.

The ascetic spirits slammed the tower shield heavily into the crimson rock layer, holy light runes intertwined on the shield's surface, and the golden city wall rose majestically.

The Holy Spirit Mage ascended into the sky, and a ball of light condensed at the tip of his staff, forming a defensive barrier.

The Radiant Dragon hovered above the formation, and the Holy Flame Knights drew their spears, ready for battle.

The entire military formation was perfectly aligned, exuding an aura of sacred inviolability.

Izel, suspended in mid-air, breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"boom!"

A loud explosion erupted from the left flank of the army formation.

Izel turned to look.

Suddenly, an explosion occurred at a key node on the left flank.

The rampaging energy destroyed the tower shields of tens of thousands of ascetic spirits.

Severed limbs and broken arms were scattered along with golden blood crows.

The shockwave from the explosion swept across the entire army formation, engulfing hundreds of Holy Spirit Mages who were hovering low in the air.

In just a moment, hundreds of thousands of their relatives and friends were wiped out.

"An enemy attack?" Izel frowned; he couldn't see any enemy at all.

Before he could react, the disaster broke out in full force.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Explosions rang out one after another inside the military formation.

Central Army, Right Wing, and Rear Supply Battalion.

Every explosion point is a key node in the Holy Light Array.

The once sacred and majestic golden empire was now riddled with holes in an instant.

Screams, dragon roars, and the sounds of collapsing buildings mingled together, plunging the entire wasteland into chaos.

Izel's eyes were bloodshot as he scanned the entire airspace with all his might.

He finally caught the culprit.

It consists of tens of thousands of enormous demonic blade bats and demonic vultures.

Instead of attacking from the main battlefield, they used the power of the Void Shadow to bypass the defenses and descend directly into the heart of the army's formation.

These epic birds of prey hovered above the thick smoke from the explosion.

Their wings spread wide, and dark flames burned silently on their feathers.

A savage glint flashed in the eyes of the Demon Blade Bat, and it opened its beak, emitting a silent sonic wave.

[True Illusion] activated.

An invisible spiritual fluctuation enveloped the chaotic Holy Legion below.

A priest who had just survived the explosion was preparing to cast a healing spell on the heavily armored infantryman next to him.

Just as the healing white light appeared, the pastor noticed a strange change in what he saw.

He saw his comrade-in-arms shed his sacred armor, his flesh peeling away, transforming into a demon covered in tentacles and emitting the stench of the abyss.

The demon was opening its blood-red maw, ready to devour his soul.

"Heretics! Die!"

The priest roared, and his staff transformed into a sword of judgment, piercing the infantryman's heart.

The heavily armored infantryman stared wide-eyed at the lightsaber protruding from his chest, never understanding why his comrade would suddenly kill him until his death.

The same scene played out in every corner of the military formation.

The ascetic spirits brandished their tower shields and smashed the Holy Spirit Mage's head.

The scout with the Light Feather turned his crossbow and shot a poisoned arrow into the back of the priest with the Light Prayer.

The entire Holy Light Empire descended into a frenzy of infighting.

Even more extreme, some high-ranking generals saw their gods fall into the abyss in the illusion.

The despair of their collapsing faith destroyed their sanity.

They detonated their inner soul cores, self-destructing amidst the dense crowd, taking the lives of thousands of their companions.

High above, the demonic vultures and demonic blade bats coldly observed this farce.

They began to eat.

The negative emotions of despair, fear, resentment, and self-loathing that erupt from sacred beings amidst infighting and the collapse of their faith.

It transformed into wisps of gray mist, which gathered in mid-air.

The vultures gulped down the mist.

They discovered something wonderful.

Having just hunted those treacherous native magical beasts in the Blood Pact Arena, the negative emotions they felt before their deaths, though intense, were tinged with the stench of earth.

But these self-proclaimed holy beings, who usually stand high above others, are filled with fanatical faith.

When this faith is shattered by illusion, when they slaughter their comrades with their own hands.

The sense of despair, like falling from the clouds into the mud, is incredibly intense.

As these negative emotions entered its body, the dark karmic fire on the demonic bird's body began to change slightly.

The distorted faces of dead creatures faintly appeared in the firelight, and an indescribable aura of evil permeated the surroundings.

They are no longer simply magical beasts, but more like some indescribable evil god's minions, who take pleasure in tormenting all living beings.

"Depend on!"

Izel looked down at the army formation that had become a living hell and cursed loudly.

Lin Yuan's main force is still eating dust tens of thousands of kilometers away.

Before they could even catch a glimpse of the regular army, a flock of scout birds threw their entire army into chaos!

"Wake up, all of you!"

Izel forcibly mobilized his divine power, and a dazzling golden light shot out from between his brows.

The divine consciousness solidified into a tangible bell, which reverberated across the thunderstorm wasteland.

The crisp sound of bells forcefully shattered the [real illusion].

The crazed followers shuddered, and the demonic phantom before them vanished, returning to the mangled corpses of their fallen comrades.

Seeing their comrades' blood scattered on the ground, their hands, gripping their weapons, trembled uncontrollably.

"Counterattack! Kill those beasts in the sky!" Izel gave the order.

The Holy Legion finally regained its footing.

The Holy Spirit Mages wiped the blood from their faces and regrouped their magic.

Hundreds of thousands of destructive orbs rose into the sky, blocking out the entire expanse and bombarding the demonic bird.

However, the effect was minimal.

With a flap of its wings, the Demon Blade Bat merged directly into the void.

The sphere of destruction pierced through their afterimages and slammed heavily into the distant mountain peaks.

The next second, the Demon Blade Bat emerged from above the army formation on the other side.

With a flap of its wings, blazing flames rained down from the sky.

The newly assembled Lightfeather Scout Camp was instantly engulfed by black flames.

Sacred wings burned in the flames of karma, and tens of thousands of scouts screamed as they fell from mid-air, crashing into the infantry formation below and causing chaos once again.

These demonic birds possessed incredible ability to dart through the void, allowing them to move freely across the battlefield.

The Holy Army's sheer size made their attacks prone to missing their mark, often resulting in friendly fire incidents.

"Holy Flame Judgment Knight, advance!" Izel bit the tip of her tongue and gave the final command.

We can no longer let these beasts run rampant.

At the highest point in the sky, the Holy Flame Judgment Knight, who had been holding back all along, finally made his move.

Hundreds of thousands of epic-rank knights spurred their radiant dragons, charging straight at the demonic birds below.

"Seal off the void!" The leading knight commander raised his spear high.

The radiant dragon simultaneously opened its jaws and spewed out pure platinum holy flames.

Holy flames intertwined in mid-air to form a giant net, forcibly burning through the shadow dimension and temporarily locking down the surrounding space.

Just as the Demon Blade Bat was about to escape into the void, it found that the surrounding spatial barriers had become incredibly hard.

They were forced to reveal their true forms in the real world.

"ruling!"

The knight commander roared angrily.

Tens of thousands of knights formed a charging formation, their lances pointing straight ahead.

Platinum-gold divine battle aura coalesced into a ten-thousand-meter-long phantom spear, carrying the oppressive aura of judgment, and fiercely stabbed towards a demonic blade bat.

The Demon Blade Bat let out a sharp screech.

It did not dodge; instead, it folded its wings, and the pitch-black flames condensed on its body to form a thick shield.

"boom!"

The phantom spear pierced through the Fiery Shield and plunged into the chest of the Demon Blade Bat.

Divine battle energy erupted within its body, purifying large swaths of flesh and blood into nothingness.

For an ordinary epic-level monster, this attack would be enough to kill it instantly.

But the Demon Blade Bat merely swayed its body.

It opened its blood-red maw and spat out half a fire-elemental spiritual vein from its spatial stomach.

The Demon Blade Bat swallowed half of the spiritual vein in one gulp.

Fire-type spiritual energy exploded within his body.

Countless buds of flesh quickly sprouted from the bloody hole in its chest.

In just a few seconds, the wound was completely healed, and his breathing was even stronger than before.

"What?!" The knight commander's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

What the hell is this monster?

He withstood the combined attack of tens of thousands of knights of the same rank, and was cured by eating a stone?

The Demon Blade Bats gave the knights no chance to catch their breath.

Braving the holy flames, it forcefully crashed into the knights' formation.

With a swing of its claws, spatial laws were attached to the tips, easily tearing through the scales of the Radiant Dragon.

The dragon let out a miserable cry, and its scalding blood rained down from the sky.

The Demon Blade Bat bit into half of a knight's body and yanked hard.

The divine armor shattered, and the knight's lower body was swallowed whole.

The crunching sound of chewing flesh and bone echoed across the battlefield.

The meat grinder-like battle has officially begun.

The Holy Flame Judgment Knight displayed extremely high combat skills.

They worked in perfect harmony, using the dragon's mobility to constantly pull and tug, leaving wounds on the demonic bird time and time again with their spears.

But the magical bird's vitality is just too tenacious.

With their abnormal vitality, powerful mental strength, and the resource reserves in their spatial stomachs, they turned this encirclement into a war of attrition.

Pierced through by a spear? Take a bite of the spiritual vein.

Wings burned by holy flames? Swallow a handful of high-level magical beast cores.

Every time it was injured, the demon bird could recover quickly.

Knights would quickly lose their fighting ability if they were grazed by the claws or touched by even a trace of karmic fire.

The demonic bird would seize the opportunity to pounce, tearing the heavily wounded knight and the dragon apart, devouring their flesh and blood to replenish its strength.

It often takes the lives of several thousand knights to barely corner a single Demon Blade Bat.

"For the glory of God! Kill!"

The knight commander was covered in blood, and the lance in his hand was broken.

He rode a scarred dragon and led his remaining thousand men in a suicidal charge.

Thousands of holy flames exploded simultaneously in mid-air.

One of the demonic blade bats finally succumbed to such devastating damage.

Half of its body was blown to pieces, and its vitality was beyond saving; its body fell to the ground.

"Success..." The knight commander spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

But the next second, his smile quickly froze on his face.

The remains of the Demon Blade Bat that crashed to the ground had not truly lost their life.

Dark golden flames ignited from deep within the shredded flesh.

Under the scorching flames of war.

Scattered pieces of flesh, broken bones, and tattered feathers began to reassemble in a way that defied logic.

In the blink of an eye, a mutated monster, shrunk to half its original size but covered in bone spurs and oozing foul-smelling pus, rose from the pool of blood.

It had no eyes; its entire head split open, becoming a gigantic mouth filled with sharp teeth.

The mutated monster let out a roar that sounded inhuman, and kicked off with its legs.

He leaped directly into the air, thousands of meters high, and pounced on the group of knights who had just escaped death.

"Stop it!" the knight commander shouted in despair.

But it was too late.

The mutated monster charged into the center of the formation. This time, instead of attacking, it chose to detonate all the remaining energy within its body.

"boom--"

A disaster far exceeding any previous one has struck.

The mutated monster self-destructed, triggering a terrifying void tremor.

The space within a radius of several kilometers collapsed layer by layer like a shattered mirror.

Thousands of radiant dragons, along with the knights on their backs, were sliced ​​into countless pieces by the spatial rift.

Even more terrifying than the void tremors was the green poisonous fog that spread from the self-destruction.

The green, poisonous fog, carried by the gale, quickly enveloped the military formation below.

"Quick! Cast Purification spells on everyone!" Izel noticed the strangeness of the poisonous mist and immediately gave the order.

Tens of thousands of priests raised their holy books simultaneously, and a dazzling white light of purification shot into the sky, attempting to dispel the poisonous fog.

The purification technique, which had always been effective, has met its match this time.

The holy light fell on the poisonous fog, like oil being poured over a raging fire, causing the fog to spread at an alarming rate.

The plague toxins invaded directly into the bodies of the priests through the faith bonds they released.

The first to suffer were these prayer pastors.

A priest inhaled a wisp of poisonous mist, and his fair face turned ashen, as if countless worms were wriggling beneath his skin.

"Help...help me..."

He threw away the holy book and grabbed his own neck with both hands.

In just a few seconds, his spine pierced through the white robe, and dark red fleshy buds grew out.

His eyes turned pure black, and the fanatical faith in them was replaced by extreme brutality.

"kill!"

The mutated priest let out a roar, and with a backhand, he conjured a corrupted lightsaber, which directly cleaved the head of another priest beside him.

This is just a microcosm.

The plague spread faster than anyone imagined.

The ascetic spirits inhaled the poisonous fog, their muscles swelled and burst, transforming into flesh-and-blood chariots devoid of pain, mercilessly crushing their former comrades.

After the Holy Spirit Mage was infected, his staff released a sky full of poisonous fire.

Even the radiant dragon high in the sky lost large areas of its scales and its breath turned into gushing venom after being contaminated by the poisonous fog.

What's even more disheartening is that these infected individuals, after undergoing mutation, are 30% stronger than they were in their prime.

They were tireless and fearless of death.

Even a scratch from their attacks, or even just a drop of their poisonous blood, can be fatal.

Normal family members can also be infected within minutes and join the ranks of those with mutations.

When these mutants are finally killed, their corpses explode a second time, releasing an even higher concentration of toxic fumes.

In an instant, the entire Holy Light Empire collapsed.

From the lowest-ranking infantrymen to the mid-ranking mages, and then to the highest-ranking dragon knights.

At every level of the family, plague infections of varying scales have occurred.

The once orderly military formation has now become a battlefield where mutated monsters tear each other apart.

Izel hung in mid-air, his body drenched in cold sweat.

His divine consciousness split into millions of strands, desperately trying to appease those relatives who were not yet infected, and directing them to tighten their defenses.

At the same time, he also had to devote a lot of energy to dealing with the demonic birds in the sky that were still causing slaughter.

He dared not use a wide-range divine attack.

Once the divine spell detonates the poisonous fog below, the concentration of the plague will instantly double, and it will only be a matter of time before the entire army is wiped out.

He could only resort to the most cumbersome and energy-consuming method.

Izel locked onto a demonic blade bat that was feeding and mobilized a portion of her divine power.

It transformed into layers of airtight cocoons of light, tightly enveloping it.

Inside the cocoon of light, the holy flames slowly melted away the flesh and blood of the Demon Blade Bat.

This kind of meticulous operation is very mentally taxing.

Izel's face was as pale as paper, and the light on her eight wings had dimmed considerably.

"Hold on... As long as we wear these beasts down, as long as the army can maintain its footing..."

Izel tried her best to encourage herself.

Just then, he noticed something unusual on the horizon out of the corner of his eye.

Izel raised her head and looked at the sky due east.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his breathing stopped completely.

Countless points of light appeared on the distant clouds, seemingly out of nowhere.

Crimson, ghostly blue, pale green, void black...

Countless multicolored fireballs.

Each fireball was over a hundred meters in diameter, hurtling towards this place like a world-ending meteor shower.