Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Lin Yuan stood in the center of the wrecked folded space, raised his right hand, palm facing upwards in a gesture of support.

One after another, dark golden passages with diameters exceeding ten thousand meters slowly took shape.

The divine realm portal opened, and Lin Yuan issued the command.

"They returned to their respective territories with their spoils."

The command was transmitted to the consciousness of every wasteland servant.

Above the River of the End, the Twelve-Winged Insect King obediently floated in mid-air.

The old insect was overjoyed, its twelve compound eyes gleaming with greed.

We made a fortune this time.

The insect king's spiritual tentacles spread, connecting all the alien relatives infected with the plague.

On the battlefield, the plague monsters, covered in bone spurs and oozing a ghastly green venom, ceased their meaningless roars.

They lined up in neat square formations, took steps, and headed towards the divine passage in mid-air.

The Insect King watched this scene with renewed smugness.

The blood-eating creatures, with their own legs, save the effort of carrying them.

They walked straight back to the divine realm, lined up, and jumped into the mother insect's hatching pool—it was perfect.

However, the Insect King knows the rules very well.

This time it didn't act too arrogantly.

Twelve compound eyes darted around, secretly observing the movements of the other two wasteland elders.

In the distance, the Lord of Calamity Fire let out a low roar.

The 10,000-meter-high fiery body disintegrated.

A rain of fire fell from the sky, reforming into individual fire spirit kings.

These fire spirit kings put away their multi-dimensional karmic fire weapons.

The flames on their bodies flickered erratically, and they stopped in their tracks as they passed beneath the Insect King.

Thousands of eyes, pulsating with karmic fire, were simultaneously fixed on the Insect King in mid-air.

His eyes revealed undisguised hostility.

The Fire Spirits have always believed in pure destruction.

They despise the Zerg's underhanded methods of parasitism, poisoning, and dirty tricks.

What annoyed them even more was that this old bug stole all the limelight this time.

The Fire Spirit Kings snorted coldly.

Without even glancing at the mangled alien corpses on the ground, he strode directly into the divine realm passage.

To the proud fire spirits, this rotten flesh, stained with venom, is unworthy to be their fuel.

On the other hand, the same applies to tyrants.

The terrifying true form, which was tens of thousands of meters long, quickly shrank back to its original size of one thousand meters.

Four heads turned in unison, and sixteen arms crossed in front of the chest.

The tyrant's dark golden eyes looked at the Insect King, and a scorching white breath spewed from his nostrils.

Its demon minions followed suit, baring their teeth and waving their arms at the insect king in mid-air.

The Violent Demon Clan only recognizes fists.

They didn't find the war won through plague satisfying enough.

The tyrant showed no regard for the severed limbs and broken arms lying on the ground.

It led its army of demons, striding towards the passage, its stomping making the ground buzz.

The Insect King hovered in mid-air, feeling uneasy under the watchful eyes of the two major groups.

It shrank its neck, its twelve wings pressed tightly against its back.

After the Fire Spirit and the Violent Demon had all entered the passage, the Insect King straightened up again.

don't want?

Not exactly right!

You bunch of muscle-bound idiots have no idea how precious resources are.

The Insect King's mental network was shaken once again.

The source insects lurking in every corner of the battlefield began to move.

These ultimate weapons, which have undergone five life leaps, have now transformed into the most dedicated cleaners.

They activate the Titan gravity field within the body.

The bits of flesh, bone fragments, and broken weapons on the ground all converged under an invisible suction force.

The source insects waved their limbs, kneading these debris into fleshy balls tens of thousands of meters in diameter.

They carried the fleshy ball on their backs and rolled into the divine realm passage in a line.

They are quick and efficient.

In just a few minutes.

The battlefield, once littered with corpses, has been cleaned up.

Apart from the deep craters and broken mountains left by the battle, not a single drop of blood or a piece of bone the size of a fingernail remained on the ground.

They really scraped the ground clean.

The Insect King nodded, flapped its wings, and was the last to fly into the passage.

The vortex slowly closed.

Lin Yuan turned around and looked toward the distant Gengjin Mountains.

There, hundreds of millions of liquid gold crabs lay on the ground.

They maintained a defensive formation, their metal shells interlocking.

Not a single liquid gold crab made a sound.

The atmosphere was terribly oppressive.

Lin Yuan took a step forward, his figure flashing continuously in the void, and arrived directly in front of the liquid gold crab swarm.

The dozens of epic-rank liquid gold crabs leading the way immediately disengaged from their defensive stance.

They crawled forward, their eight long metal legs gripping the ground tightly.

He placed his pincers flat in front of him, his head bowed, almost touching the metal floor.

The hundreds of millions of liquid gold crabs behind them followed suit.

The mountains and fields are covered with metal crabs, like believers worshipping a god.

The Liquid Gold Crab leader transmitted his thoughts to Lin Yuan through a mental connection.

Lin Yuan closed his eyes and read the information within.

A strong sense of shame, self-blame, and fear surged into Lin Yuan's mind.

The liquid gold crabs felt they had committed an unforgivable sin.

God is merciful and has granted them the right to break away from the army and freely seek their own opportunities.

They were overjoyed, thinking they could finally escape their fate as the lowest of the low and make contributions to the divine realm.

result.

They finally found this treasure trove of metal, but before they could even begin mining, they attracted three alien deities and an army of billions.

They couldn't protect this blessed land.

They can't even protect themselves.

Finally, the Creator himself will have to descend and bring the wasteland army to clean up their mess.

In the survival rules of the Wasteland God Realm, incompetence is the original sin.

They felt they had tarnished the reputation of the Wasteland Army and failed to live up to the Creator's gift.

This sense of defeat at the level of faith is more painful than simply killing them.

The leader repeatedly kowtowed in his spiritual mind.

It pleaded with the gods to punish them, to take their lives, and to use their metallic remains to fill the mineral veins of the divine realm.

They were too ashamed to live any longer.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes after reading this information.

He looked at the group of trembling metal crabs in front of him and raised an eyebrow slightly.

The thought processes of wasteland dwellers can sometimes be quite extreme.

However, Lin Yuan saw through another emotion hidden deep within their hearts.

unwilling.

Extreme resentment.

They didn't want to die, and they certainly didn't want to slink back to the divine realm to continue being at the bottom.

They want to become stronger and prove their worth.

Lin Yuan gently tapped the side of his thigh with his fingers.

He spoke, and his voice, amplified by divine power, entered the minds of every liquid gold crab.

"This blessed land contains a massive amount of the finest liquid gold."

"It has everything: Geng metal, Gui water, and Li fire."

Lin Yuan paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

I'll keep half.

These words were spoken.

The liquid gold crab leader, who was lying prostrate on the ground, suddenly raised his head, his dark golden compound eyes filled with disbelief.

The crabs behind also showed slight disturbance.

There was no punishment, no abandonment.

There were even rewards!

Lin Yuan looked at them, his tone becoming more serious.

"Grab the resources and keep venturing into the Blood Pact Arena."

"The Wasteland God Realm does not tolerate useless people. If you want to prove yourself, let your strength speak for itself."

"Go."

These few words were like a shot of adrenaline, piercing the hearts of the liquid gold crabs.

God did not blame them.

The gods approved of their ambitions.

The gods are even willing to provide resources to support them in continuing their journey.

The dozens of liquid gold crab leaders trembled violently, and they no longer transmitted any spiritual messages.

Because language seems pale and powerless at this moment.

The commanders slowly stood up.

Behind them, hundreds of millions of liquid gold crabs stood up simultaneously.

The metal shells rubbed and collided, producing a deafening roar that soared into the sky.

They raised their pincers high and pounded their breastplates heavily towards Lin Yuan.

boom! boom! boom!

The synchronized striking sound was like the beating of war drums.

This is the highest ceremony of loyalty among the liquid gold crab clan.

Then, the commander turned around.

Hundreds of millions of liquid gold crabs took their first steps, leaving this folded space and stepping back into the vast, unknown mist of the Blood Pact Field.

Their steps were incredibly firm.

At this moment, all the liquid gold crabs swore a blood oath in their hearts.

If this transformation at the level of life cannot be completed, and the shackles of species cannot be broken, then...

Even if the entire clan dies in battle, even if their bodies are scattered in the wilderness.

They will never set foot in the Wasteland God Realm again.

Unsuccessful, they become benevolent.

We will never betray the trust of the Lord!

Lin Yuan stood still, stroking his chin.

He raised an eyebrow as he watched the group of metal crabs' resolute retreating figures.

As the Creator, he could clearly perceive the emotional changes of his retinue.

These crabs are currently in an extremely frenzied state.

"Did I just... apply some weird shonen manga buff to them?"

Lin Yuan muttered to himself.

He just felt that these crabs weren't of much use in the divine realm, so he might as well release them to try his luck.

Giving them half the resources is also to give them more resources to survive.

Unexpectedly, these guys immediately imagined it as a sacred mission.

After thinking for two seconds, Lin Yuan shook his head, too lazy to delve any further.

who cares.

It's a good thing that family members are motivated.

If they really make a name for themselves, I'll be guaranteed to make a profit.

Even if they all die outside, it will have no impact on the overall combat strength of the Wasteland God Realm.

Lin Yuan withdrew his gaze and looked around.

This natural treasure trove of metals is indeed a wonderful place.

Deep underground, various types of liquid gold of extreme properties intertwine and crisscross like rivers.

However, Lin Yuan doesn't have time to stay here to mine resources right now.

He had something else on his mind.

Inside the divine realm, the Demon Tree is undertaking the mega-project of creating an "artificial sun."

He needs to go back and check on the progress.

Lin Yuan raised his right hand and made a grabbing motion in the air.

The crimson blood sword appeared out of thin air.

The sword's blade is intertwined with the laws of war and the aura of the end, radiating a chilling sharpness.

Lin Yuan tossed it casually.

The blood sword transformed into a streak of red light and plunged straight into a nearby metal stone.

The blade was mostly embedded in the metal stone.

"Keep an eye on things for me."

Lin Yuan gave instructions to the Blood Sword.

"If any ignorant alien deities approach, remember to warn me."

At the hilt of the blood sword, the scarlet eyeballs rolled twice, their pupils curving into crescent shapes.

The sword blade also vibrated up and down in sync, as if it were bowing and scraping.

To demonstrate its power, it detached itself from the metal stone.

With a swing of the sword, a pitch-black spatial rift formed, exuding a chilling killing intent.

Lin Yuan looked at the sword and clicked his tongue in amazement.

This thing is practically becoming sentient.

But this is good too, it makes it easier to use.

Arrange the protectors.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged beside the rock.

He closed his eyes, emptied his mind, and his consciousness gradually detached from his body.

Passing through endless void and dimensional barriers.

next second.

Lin Yuan's consciousness re-descended above the sky of the Wasteland God Realm.