Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Deep within the underground Zerg hive, the Zerg king stood atop a towering rock wall.

The fourth century is drawing to a close.

Its compound eyes flashed with silver light as it gazed down at the vast army of millions below.

Over the past few decades, it has been living a long and extremely ambitious dream.

The Zerg are unstoppable.

The flying vultures and swimming liquid gold crabs were all driven to hide in their habitats, too afraid to show their faces.

As for the group of brutes clad in black armor in the central basin?

The Insect King let out a disdainful hiss.

Over the past few decades, that group of monsters, known as the strongest in the wasteland, has visited the border region a total of eight times.

Each time, it was with overwhelming force, causing the earth to shake.

But every time, as soon as they arrive at the front lines...

The leading thugs would inexplicably start fighting over "who's the boss."

They fought until they were bloodied and bruised, until the sky darkened, then they packed up and went back to their hometowns.

Once or twice is an accident, but it happens eight times.

The Insect King saw through it all.

This group of burly men possessed terrifying martial prowess, but they were a disorganized mess, fighting their own battles without any discipline.

The Zerg are different; the Zerg have a strict hierarchical system.

There is a tireless mother, and there is the all-encompassing king.

If only we give the Zerg another five hundred years.

No, a hundred years.

The Insect King was confident that he could lead this army that had undergone countless generations of genetic iteration.

We will flatten the central basin and claim that towering, cloud-piercing demonic tree for ourselves.

Just as the Insect King's ambition reached its peak.

"boom!"

A deep, muffled roar, spanning hundreds of thousands of kilometers, exploded above the entire Wasteland God Realm.

The Insect King's body stiffened.

It felt an oppressive force emanating from the deepest recesses of its genes, a force that threatened to crush its very soul.

Central Basin, Blood Abyss Sea.

The originally calm, viscous, dark red seawater suddenly boiled like water, creating giant waves hundreds of meters high.

The towering Liquid Gold Blood-Devouring Demon Tree shook violently.

Countless dark purple energy pollen flowers fell from the tree canopy and surged toward the dark gold burl on the trunk.

Click.

A crack appeared on the surface of the burl.

A sharp claw, covered in pure black and intricately patterned with dark gold law patterns, emerged.

The claws gripped the wooden layer and pulled it outwards with force.

The tyrant stepped out of the tree burl.

Its size did not continue to expand; instead, it shrunk from twenty meters to fifteen meters.

But this fifteen-meter-tall body gives people an oppressive feeling that is impossible to look directly at.

The original clear distinction between the left half of the Titan and the right half of the Shadow has completely disappeared.

The liquid metal on the tyrant's body exhibited a naturally formed, dark gold-like fluid state.

It simply stood there quietly, and the surrounding dark abyss spiritual energy spontaneously gathered towards it.

It stepped onto the thick tree trunk, and ripples spread across the space beneath its feet.

At the same time, an unshakeable gravitational field spreads outward from it as the center.

"roar--"

The tyrant raised his head and let out a deep roar.

The sound wasn't loud, but it ignored the barriers of distance and echoed in the ears of all the tyrants.

With its awakening.

Tens of thousands of energy fluctuations were continuously emanating from the secluded training grounds located on the seabed of the Blood Abyss Sea and beneath the Star Spirit Gene Tablet.

Not all of the 50,000 core elites have awakened.

However, the first 10,000 or so animals to break through the barrier have undergone a qualitative change.

Among them were thousands of exceptionally talented elites who crossed the barrier of the Gold rank and entered the Platinum rank.

The rest are also going deeper into the dual-sequence path, with law patterns also appearing on their liquid gold armor.

The tyrant lowered his head, his dark golden vertical pupils sweeping across the entire divine realm.

It immediately spotted the arrogant Zerg on the periphery and the combined air and sea forces that had been beaten so badly they couldn't even lift their heads.

Then, its gaze fell on the edge of the basin.

There, hundreds of thousands of idle, thuggish thugs were gathered together.

Scarface and slicked-back hair are still fighting.

"Roar!" (I told you, I'm going to be the boss today! Anyone who disagrees, step forward!) Scarface roared arrogantly, standing on a boulder.

The man with the slicked-back hair was just about to retort.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept across the center of the basin.

More than 10,000 newly awakened elite brutes walked over expressionlessly.

They hadn't received orders from the tyrant, but they saw this bunch of traitors taking advantage of their boss's absence.

Treating family rules as a joke ignited my anger.

No need for further explanation.

A thug flashed and appeared directly behind the slick-haired man.

A chop to the neck.

He was smashed into the ground on the spot, with only his head sticking out.

Another thug walked up to Scarface.

Scarface tried to resist, but the other man grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and gave him a good beating with his fist.

boom! boom! boom!

The entire edge of the basin has been transformed into a large-scale educational site.

More than 10,000 elite troops chased after 700,000 street thugs and rioters, beating them up indiscriminately.

Screams rose and fell, from the group of troublemakers who were originally unwilling to submit to each other.

They were all beaten so badly they ran away with their heads in their hands, and obediently squatted on the ground singing "Conquer".

The tyrant didn't even glance at the farce.

It leaped down from the magic tree.

The landing was completely silent; the Law of Shadows dissipated all the impact.

It raised its head and looked towards the border of the divine realm.

The insects were jumping so high that they disrupted the order of the wasteland.

It's time to give them a talking-to.

The tyrant took his first steps.

Following behind it were only fifteen of the most elite and powerful demons.

Sixteen monstrous demons, lined up in a straight line, marched toward the Zerg border.

They did not employ any tactical encirclement, nor did they call upon their 700,000 henchmen.

It just kept going straight ahead, following a perfectly straight path.

Ahead was a mountain peak several hundred meters high.

The tyrant did not take a detour.

It raised its right hand, and the Titan gravity field was fully activated.

A fist slammed into the mountainside.

Boom!

The entire mountain peak was blasted open from the middle, sending rocks flying everywhere.

The tyrant led fifteen elite soldiers through the dust-filled sky.

Ahead lies the Netherworld Dead Water that surrounds the Divine Realm.

The tyrant stepped into the water.

The Titan Laws stirred the earth's veins, forcing the stagnant water to both sides, creating a dry channel in the riverbed.

They crossed the River Styx as if walking on flat ground.

A dozen minutes later.

The Tyrant stood on the outermost edge of the Zerg border.

Inside the underground nest, the insect king trembled all over.

The fear that had been suppressed for a century finally erupted as the sixteen monstrous demons approached.

It was unwilling to accept this!

It has been planning for four hundred years, and it absolutely cannot bow down at this moment!

The Insect King raised its arms, and a high-frequency hiss resounded through the sky.

Millions of Zerg soldiers burst forth from the earth.

Five million soldier insects flew into the sky, and the bone resonant cavity in their throats vibrated wildly.

Five million infrasound waves converged to form a transparent high wall powerful enough to shatter the internal organs of a gold-tier creature.

The remaining five million Zerg opened their mouths, their highly concentrated acid mixed with the toxic miasma of uranium.

It transformed into a deathly, poisonous sea of ​​interwoven green and black, pressing forward relentlessly.

This is the Zerg's highest defense, and the source of the Zerg King's pride and confidence.

The tyrant stopped in his tracks.

The fifteen elite soldiers behind it didn't move at all, just watched indifferently.

The tyrant lifted his foot and took a step forward.

The law of liquid metal surface flow contraction.

The tyrant's body shattered the resistance of space and ignored the resonance of infrasound.

It pierced directly through the transparent infrasound wall and through the vast sea of ​​highly acidic poison.

The venom, strong enough to corrode everything, landed on its armor, yet it didn't even leave a white mark.

One step, spanning ten thousand meters.

The tyrant appeared directly in front of the insect king.

The insect king's narrow compound eyes suddenly contracted.

Its mighty army of millions was utterly useless before this monster.

With nowhere to retreat, the Insect King let out a resentful roar and extended its arm blades.

He leaped from a great height, aiming straight for the tyrant's eyes.

The tyrant did not hide.

It slowly raised its right fist.

There were no fancy moves, just a straight punch.

boom!

The first punch.

The fist collided with the Insect King's arm blade.

Since its creation, the arm blade, which had never failed, exploded into countless fragments upon contact with the opponent's fist.

The Insect King screamed and flew backward.

The tyrant stomped his foot and flashed after him.

The second punch.

The fist slammed down on the Insect King's chest.

Click.

The pure black carapace, which was immune to the uranium ray, shattered inch by inch under the crushing force of the Titan's ultimate power.

The Insect King was like a falling iron ball, forcefully slammed deep into the carbonized earth's crust.

The ground collapsed around it, creating a deep pit with a diameter of 100 meters.

Silvery insect blood gushed out, and half of the insect king's body was smashed into a pulp.

It lay at the bottom of the pit, looking desperately at the demon-like figure above.

The tyrant stood at the edge of the pit, raising his right fist once more.

Dark golden light of law condensed on the fist.

The third punch did not land.

The tyrant simply held his fist in mid-air, releasing all his pressure.

boom!

An invisible gravitational field covered the entire Zerg hive territory.

Millions of flying insect soldiers crashed to the ground with a crackling sound.

All the insects.

Whether it's a worker insect or a soldier insect.

They were all pressed firmly against the earth's crust by this oppressive force, unable to even open their pores.

The insect king at the bottom of the pit was awakened.

Four hundred years of grand dreams shattered into nothingness before the power of the overlord.

It struggled to turn its broken body.

They buried their heads deep in the earth, emitting low, submissive moans.

The entire Zerg race bowed down and submitted.

The tyrant coldly stared at the insect king at the bottom of the pit.

There was no smugness in his eyes, only a matter-of-fact indifference.

It is not interested in the resources occupied by the Zerg, nor is it interested in the life or death of these Zerg.

It came here just to do one thing.

Tell all living things in this wasteland.

Who is the undisputed overlord here?

The tyrant withdrew his fist and turned around.

Fifteen elite soldiers automatically made way.

The tyrant strode forward, following the straight path he had taken, and walked back to the central basin.

It left the Zerg with only an insurmountable silhouette.