Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The real world.

Holy crap!

On the large bed, Lin Yuan suddenly opened his eyes.

Veins bulged on his forehead, his muscles were taut, and dark golden divine power surged through his body.

He pressed his throbbing temples and gasped for breath.

That's incredible.

Deep within the soul, a dark gold river flows, fed by a pure faith in war.

It was crossing dimensional space, relentlessly pouring into his mind.

This power of faith is ridiculously immense.

The feedback he received when he advanced to demigod was ten or even a hundred times more violent than the feedback he received when he advanced to demigod last time!

The physical body is being reshaped, and the soul is expanding.

Lin Yuan suppressed the throbbing pain in his head, closed his eyes, and mobilized his mental energy, attempting to enter the Wasteland God Realm to check the situation.

The moment his consciousness touched the divine realm, a powerful repulsive force repelled it.

The outer perimeter of the divine realm was enveloped in a dense cocoon of silver light.

Time turbulence travels across the surface of the light cocoon, isolating it from all external interference.

The effects of the time acceleration card are still ongoing.

Lin Yuan glanced at the digital clock on the wall.

Only six hours had passed in real time since he took the Soul-Gathering Elixir and fell asleep.

"Six hours is enough time; at least two hundred years have passed inside." Lin Yuan quickly calmed down.

The inability to enter the divine realm means that the period of detachment from supervision has not yet ended.

But judging from this torrent of faith, which is several times more vigorous than the last time they advanced to demigodhood...

The development within the Divine Realm has reached its peak.

Lin Yuan stopped thinking about it and sat down cross-legged.

Guide the rampaging dark gold divine power within your body to circulate along the meridians throughout your body.

The cultivation barrier of the first-stage demigod began to shake violently under the impact of this vast war faith.

Lin Yuan focused all his attention on charging towards the second stage of the demigod realm.

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Wasteland God Realm, the third century.

The red and green intertwined radiation storm continues to ravage the sky, with extreme weather events unfolding one after another.

In the center of the basin, a dark red abyss of blood churned endlessly.

The art style here is completely different from other places.

The tyrants are living a very comfortable life now.

This was thanks to the fact that the first generation were all elites who had been baptized by the rain of the prophets.

The new generation of Berserkers are born at the Silver Rank 1.

Their bodies were either covered by thick, mountain-like Titan armor, or shrouded in shadowy black light that seemed to devour all light.

Extremely intelligent.

After two hundred years of reproduction, the total number of monstrous demons has unsurprisingly reached 800,000.

This figure is the result of the leader's strict vigilance and deliberate control.

No matter how abundant the resources are, they cannot withstand endless squandering.

The tyrant was highly intelligent; it knew the dangers brought about by racial expansion.

Therefore, an inviolable ironclad rule was established.

All born monstrous beings must enter the [Endless Slaughter Arena].

Only individuals who survive hundreds of deadly battles in the gladiatorial cage, stepping over the corpses of their own kind.

Only then are they qualified to enter the Protoss Gene Tablet.

Immerse yourself in the Blood Abyss Sea to gain a higher level of sequential comprehension.

After a century of endless slaughter, hundreds of thousands of violent demons perished in the gladiatorial cage.

Their flesh and blood were recycled by the Demon Tree, while their vengeful spirits and remains were completely absorbed by the Gladiator Cage.

This building, which evolved from the Black Blood Martial Arts Arena, has once again undergone an upgrade.

The killing winds materialized completely, transforming into black wind blades capable of easily slicing through silver-tier armor.

The internal space of the gladiatorial cage folds up again, large enough to accommodate 200,000 berserkers in a massive brawl.

Survival of the fittest.

Despite the extremely high elimination rate, the number of surviving monsters is still enormous.

The entire core area of ​​the basin simply cannot contain 800,000 monstrous beasts.

The area surrounding the Blood Sea in the center of the basin can now only accommodate 50,000 of the most elite monstrous demons.

These 50,000 monstrous demons were all beings who had mastered the dual sequences of Titan and Shadow.

They are the tyrant's personal guards and the pinnacle of combat power in the entire divine realm.

As for the remaining 700,000-plus monstrous beasts...

They were ruthlessly driven out of the basin by the tyrant and scattered throughout various regions of the divine realm.

With enough to eat and drink, resources are plentiful.

With no external enemies invading, the internal power struggles found a fixed arena.

These burly, metallic men, brimming with boundless energy, began to find amusement in the wasteland.

The far north, a volcanic zone.

Tens of thousands of massive Titans have gathered around the Living Forging Nest.

They lined up and walked to the metal gut beneath the mother nest.

The mother nest emitted a roar and released chunks of dark, high-energy metal.

The thugs grabbed the metal blocks, stuffed them into their mouths, and made crunching noises.

This is their daily dry food.

After showing off these high-level metal embryos, the liquid gold inside the demons' bodies began to boil.

Their energy is overflowing, and they need to release it.

Dozens of Titans walked to the edge of the crater.

They looked down at the churning dark magma and the ever-increasing pressure of the earth's veins, their eyes gleaming with a death-defying excitement.

A 7-meter-tall Titan-like monster pounded its chest and jumped down.

It wasn't submerged in magma, manipulating liquid metal; instead, it was stuck like a giant turtle in the narrowest eruption channel of the crater.

"roar!"

Seeing this, the other demons' eyes lit up, and they all jumped down.

They used liquid metal to fuse together, forcibly forming a "human metal plug" tens of meters thick in the crater.

The pressure from erupting magma on the ground builds up, and temperatures of several thousand degrees Celsius and toxic gases rage beneath them.

"Click click click..."

The liquid armor cracked under the immense force of the earth.

Sparks flew from the demons' seven orifices, yet they continued to press down relentlessly, emitting excited laughter.

Finally, the pressure from the earth's veins reached a critical point.

"boom--!!!"

With a deafening roar, the entire volcano erupted.

Dozens of Titan Fiends, acting as plugs, were blasted thousands of meters into the air along with the towering pillar of lava.

In the sky, a large number of violent demons were blown apart in mid-air, losing their limbs and even their lower bodies.

But they didn't care at all; their mutilated bodies crashed onto the crystalline ground like meteorites.

Those monstrous demons, blasted to pieces with only half their heads and half their bodies remaining, laughed wildly as they spewed lava and smoke from their mouths.

The liquid gold inside the body moved rapidly, and within ten minutes, the severed limbs grew back.

They patted their newly grown metal legs and trotted off again toward the crater.

Aside from using volcanoes as rocket launchers.

Some tyrannical demons also set their sights on the [Black Gold Blade Feather Demon Vulture] in the sky.

A lone devil eagle circles low in the sky, searching for food.

On the ground, a Shadow Demon flashed and melted into the shadows.

The next second, it appeared directly on the back of the demon eagle.

The tyrant clung tightly to the vulture's neck with both hands, his legs clamped together.

The vulture let out a terrified shriek and frantically flapped its wings, trying to shake off the uninvited guest on its back.

It performed various difficult acrobatic maneuvers in the sky, even rushing towards the heavy metal poison cloud.

The Shadow Demon was not afraid at all; it opened its mouth and let out an excited howl.

It revels in the thrill of racing on the edge of life and death, treating this ferocious, demonized vulture as its personal mount.

This scene was witnessed by several Titans on the ground.

The Titans looked up at their companions cruising in the sky and were furious.

They also want to fly.

A Titan-like monster has its sights set on a low-flying demonic eagle.

He used both legs to propel himself into the air and swooped down on the demonic vulture.

Unfortunately, the Vulture reacted extremely quickly.

It slid sideways to avoid the Titan's attack.

The Titan Demon missed its target and crashed heavily to the ground, creating a deep crater.

Unfortunately, the Titan Berserker has maximum strength and defense, but its agility and stealth are far inferior to the Shadow Berserker.

Their enormous size and deafening noise meant that the demon vultures could spot them from several kilometers away, and they would have long since flown away.

The Titans couldn't catch any alive.

If you try to grab it by brute force, you often lose control of your strength and end up crushing the vulture into a pile of minced meat.

Holding a dead bird's carcass, it's impossible to fly.

Looking at the Shadow Demon still arrogantly circling in the sky.

The Titan Fiends exchanged glances, a hint of ferocity flashing in their eyes.

They walked onto the path the magic vultures always took and waited quietly.

As the Vulture carried the Shadow Demon low overhead.

"boom!"

Several Titans attacked simultaneously.

They used liquid metal to condense several thick metal spears, which they then hurled directly into the sky.

The spears blocked all the vulture's hiding places.

Seeing that things were not going well, the Shadow Demon immediately transformed into a shadow and fled.

The vulture couldn't dodge in time and was struck on the wing by the spear, falling to the ground with a scream.

Several Titans immediately rushed forward and surrounded the Shadow Demon that had just revealed itself.

"Roar!" (What level is this? Using the same mount as me!)

A Titan Fiend swung its fist, the size of a sandbag, and smashed it into the face of a Shadow Fiend.

Not to be outdone, the Shadow Demon immediately conjured two metal blades to launch a counterattack.

Several monstrous creatures were wrestling on the ground, their living metal bodies cutting each other, sparks flying everywhere.

They didn't use any lethal moves; it was just a simple street brawl to vent their excess energy.

Seeing this, the surrounding demons swarmed around, roaring and clamoring.

This kind of drama plays out every day in every corner of the divine realm.

Besides catching demonic vultures, the monsters have also developed a variety of hardcore entertainment activities.

The mountains at the very edge of the divine realm.

Under the leadership of their Zerg King, the Zerg built an underground network and rarely ventured onto the surface.

But there are always some low-level spies who aren't very bright.

They will lose their way and crawl out of the ground.

A group of wandering thugs discovered these large cockroaches, each over half a meter long and covered in a metallic shell.

Instead of eating the insects, they discovered a new way to play.

A monstrous demon raised its foot and kicked out fiercely.

"Bang!"

An unlucky soldier insect was kicked into the air, tracing an arc.

The other demon leaped high into the air and headbutted the monster.

The soldier insect spun a few times in the air before falling into the hands of the third tyrant.

They mistook these hard insects for footballs.

Hundreds of monstrous demons split into two teams and engaged in a fierce "Wasteland World Cup" on the crystallized land.

The soldier insects flew around under the feet of the tyrants, their carapaces dented and cracked from being kicked, spewing out green toxins.

But the toxin has no effect on the monsters; it only makes them kick even harder.

The River Styx not far away.

A dozen or so monstrous demons are engaged in a tug-of-war with the underwater [Shock Liquid Golden Crab].

They condensed liquid metal into a thick, long rope, tied one end around their waist, and threw the other end into the stagnant water.

The liquid gold crab underwater used its giant pincers to grip the long rope tightly.

The monstrous demon on the shore and the liquid gold crab underwater exerted their power simultaneously.

The stagnant water churned, and mud and sand flew everywhere.

If the tyrant loses, it will be dragged into the stagnant water and subjected to the baptism of death energy and corruption.

If the liquid gold crab loses, it will be dragged ashore and become the monsters' meal.

......

The entire Wasteland God Realm was filled with the rough and savage cheers of the tyrannical demons.