Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Outside the Blood Pact Arena lies a continuous stretch of rubble forest.

The winged god Karl hid in a crevice in a secondary space ten thousand meters underground.

He folded his wings and suppressed his breathing to the limit.

A few days ago, he witnessed a coalition force worth 20 billion sweep across the wilderness.

That scene terrified him.

He decisively abandoned the search for resources and led tens of millions of elite family members to hide in this secret location.

"As long as I can get through this period and they're gone, I'll be safe," Carl reassured himself.

Suddenly, the rock formations overhead began to vibrate.

The tremor was truly bizarre, more like some enormous creature chewing on the earth.

The hissing sound pierced through the barriers of space.

Karl looked up, his gaze piercing through the rock layers, and saw a thick, grayish-white fog spreading along the ground.

Where the thick fog passed, the dark red rocks instantly melted away.

The spatial rift began to twist, and grayish-white mist seeped in along the cracks.

A high-ranking winged race member was tainted by the mist, and half of its body vaporized, leaving not even bone fragments.

"What the hell is this thing?!" Karl's scalp tingled.

The spatial barrier made a cracking sound as it crumbled.

If they continue to hide, they will surely die.

Karl bit his tongue, burned his divine crystal, and forcibly tore open a spatial rift, rushing out of the ground with his remaining followers.

As soon as he showed his face, he was met with a sea of ​​dark blue metal.

Hundreds of millions of mechanical flying mantises hovered in mid-air.

The high-frequency oscillating blade flashed with a cold light.

Chu Xiaoxiao stood atop the head of a mechanical stitched monster, her black-rimmed glasses reflecting Karl's terrified face.

"Target located, proceed with assimilation," Chu Xiaoxiao ordered.

Before Karl could figure out what was happening, a massive swarm of tiny mechanical bees swept down from above.

The speed that the Winged Clan's retinue had always prided themselves on was utterly useless against the dense mechanical net.

Mechanical bees burrowed into their wings and seven orifices. Screams echoed throughout the stone forest.

Karl brandished his divine spear, attempting to carve a bloody path through the enemy lines.

Two demigods at the sixth level—a troll and a sea creature—attacking from the left and right.

The superalloy punch shattered Karl's divine shield, and the high-voltage electric net sealed off all his escape routes.

The mechanical plague entered Karl's body through the wound.

His feathers quickly fell off, and sharp metal blades grew out.

Flesh and blood are transformed into cold, mechanical structures.

In just ten minutes.

Karl knelt on one knee, his eyes turning a ghostly blue-red light, and uttered a mechanical, emotionless synthesized voice: "My Lord."

Chu Xiaoxiao didn't even glance at him. She lightly swiped her finger through the air, and the main control network was reorganized.

"Incorporate them into the vanguard battalion and continue the advance."

Behind the army, a thick, gray-white fog followed like a shadow, swallowing up the wreckage that could not be evacuated in time.

Tens of thousands of kilometers away from the scree forest lies a dark canyon where sunlight never shines.

Two Shadow Gods lurk in the deepest shadows.

The Shadow Gods are naturally suited to the shadows, and their stealth abilities rank among the best of all races.

They were confident that even if the 20 billion dollar coalition flew overhead, they wouldn't be able to find their trail.

At the entrance to the canyon, a thick, gray-white fog surged in.

Dense fog is unreasonable.

It doesn't seek out targets; it simply devours everything.

The shadows are so fragile and insignificant in the face of the rules that dissolve the fog.

Large swaths of shadow peeled away.

The Shadow Clan members hiding in the shadows were exposed to the air, then screamed and melted into the mist.

"Run!" The two Shadow Gods were terrified.

They coalesced into two black lines, fleeing along the canyon cliff face.

After escaping the canyon, they were filled with despair.

The sky has been sealed off by the Dark Gold Angel Legion.

On the ground, there are the Zerg, the Demonborn, the Trolls, the Sea Clan, and the Winged Clan.

The five mechanical deities, leading an army of billions, have already laid a trap.

Bai Ye sat on the back of the Void Dream Spirit, holding a handful of dried beast meat in his hand, laughing extremely arrogantly.

"Hey you two, where are you in such a hurry to go in broad daylight?"

The Shadow Gods, not wanting to waste words, directly detonated their own divine fire, attempting to perish together with the enemy.

Chu Xiaoxiao raised her right hand.

"Spatial lock".

The Void Dream Spirit unleashed a spatial blocking net, forcibly suppressing the self-destruction fluctuations of the Divine Realm's core.

Then, the plague engulfed two Shadow Gods.

The assimilation process was handled with ease.

Two newly recruited mechanical shadow god deities have joined the team.

Chu Xiaoxiao's mechanical empire has grown stronger once again.

Edge of the core area of ​​the Blood Pact Field.

The four angel gods, Shur, Misha, Heya, and Solan, were hovering above a towering mountain.

They had just joined forces to wipe out a native monster lair and reaped a great harvest.

"This Blood Pact Arena is nothing special." Shul wiped the blood from his holy sword, his face full of arrogance.

"Apart from Bai Ye who escaped, the other alien races are all worthless trash."

Misha chuckled, "That Bai Ye is only good at running fast."

"If I ever run into him again, I'll tear that stinking mouth of his apart."

Heya wiped her longbow with a cold expression.

Solan crossed his arms and gazed into the distance.

Suddenly, Solan's narrow eyes narrowed.

On the horizon, a dark, heavy cloud was sweeping in at an alarming speed.

At the very front are seven deities.

Zerg, Demonborn, Trolls, Seafolk, Winged, Shadowfolk.

These alien races, who should have been fighting each other, were now lined up in perfect unison, their bodies covered in dark blue metal armor.

Above them, countless dark gold angels formed a battle formation, blotting out the sky.

What's even more chilling is...

Behind this massive allied army, a thick, gray-white fog stretched to the horizon, rolling in like a cataclysmic tsunami.

Countless scarlet eyes could be vaguely seen in the thick fog, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

This display of power caused the brains of the four angel gods to shut down.

"What...what is this?" Shul's hand holding the sword began to tremble.

"Are they fleeing, or are they hunting?" Misa's voice trembled.

The army is closing in.

Bai Ye's smug face came into view of the four of them.

He stood on the back of the Void Dream Spirit, holding a megaphone that he had somehow acquired.

"Oh my gosh! Aren't those little birdmen?"

"Life is full of unexpected encounters!"

"You bastard! Your grandpa's back for revenge!"

Bai Ye's voice came through.

Xiuer's face turned deathly pale.

He took a clear look at the lineup surrounding Bai Ye.

Three human deities, seven mechanical alien deities at the sixth level of demigod status, and an army of hundreds of billions.

In addition, there was that black fog disaster behind them, so intense that even a single glance felt like it would melt one's soul.

beat?

Fight with your head!

Even if the four of them joined forces, they could at most deal with five or six gods of the same rank.

Faced with such overwhelming power, one can only offer a grunt.

"Retreat!" Solan made a decisive move and immediately opened the divine realm portal.

Opening the divine realm passage takes time, and evacuating your followers takes even longer.

The four of them together command nearly 10 billion followers. It's simply impossible for them to evacuate all of them in a short time.

Chu Xiaoxiao's mechanical army has already pressed forward.

The seven mechanical deities acted simultaneously, sealing off the surrounding space.

"There's no escaping it now," Heya gritted her teeth.

Solan's eyes flickered, his gaze lingering on Shul for a moment.

Misha and Heya instantly understood the look in Solan's eyes.

Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.

Someone had to stay behind to cover their retreat and buy time so that the three of them could have a chance to escape.

Shur was still frantically channeling his divine power, trying to expand the divine realm passage.

"Faster! Speed ​​up!" Shul roared.

He was completely unaware that the three female angels behind him had quietly changed their positions.

Solan drew his blazing holy sword, Heya drew her radiant longbow, and Misha condensed a halo of holy light.

The three attacked simultaneously, their target being Xiuer.

"Pfft!"

The flaming holy sword pierced through Shul's back.

The sun's rays pierced his shoulders.

The Holy Light Halo cut down fiercely, like a sharp blade.

Three of the six wings on Xiu'er's back snapped off.

Golden divine blood sprayed across the sky.

Shul screamed and fell from mid-air, crashing heavily onto the rocks.

He looked up in disbelief at the three female angels in mid-air whom he had once admired and fawned over.

"What...are you doing!" Shul's eyes widened in fury.

Solan remained expressionless, his voice cold: "Shuel, for the glory of the Angel God race, I'm sorry to have wronged you."

"We will remember your sacrifice."

After saying that, the three of them severed the connection between Xiuer's divine realm and their divine realm without hesitation.

With their remaining families, they plunged into the spatial rift and vanished without a trace.

Shul lay on the ground, his blood staining the ground red.

He was betrayed.

Sell ​​it completely and thoroughly, without any hesitation.

Bai Ye stared in disbelief from mid-air.

"Hahaha! You bastard! See that? This is what happens when you fawn over someone!"

"When other people run away, they take even their dogs with them, but not you!"

Xiuer's eyes were bloodshot, a mixture of anger, humiliation, and despair.

It distorted his reason.

"I'll kill you all! I'll kill every single one of you!"

Shur roared.

He burned the remaining divine crystals to forcibly open his own divine realm passage.

"Lightforged Behemoths! Kill them!"

Tens of millions of light-forged behemoths burst forth from the passage.

These behemoths were covered in sacred platinum armor, with incandescent liquid holy fire flowing through their fur.

Following closely behind are hundreds of millions of high-ranking battle angels and nearly 20 billion mid- to low-ranking light knights.

This was Shul's last trump card, his entire fortune. He was going to drag everyone down with him.

Chu Xiaoxiao's eyes remained completely expressionless.

"To put up a stubborn resistance."

She gave the order.

Seven mechanical deities led their mechanical army and clashed head-on with the charge of the Lightforged Behemoth.

The fierce battle has officially begun.

The light-cast Behemoth is indeed formidable.

With a swipe of claws, thousands of mechanical creatures shattered into lumps of iron. The sacred fire spread, burning away the armor of vast swathes of the mechanical stitched monsters.

However, the difference in quantity is too great.

As soon as one Lightforged Behemoth fell, a thousand mechanical trolls pounced on it.

A high-frequency oscillating blade slices through the platinum armor, while high-voltage current paralyzes the behemoth's nerves.

The Zerg mechanical mantises, like a leech, burrow into the wounds of the Lightforged Behemoths, destroying their organs from the inside.

Shadow Clan mechanical assassins lurk in the shadows, precisely reaping the lives of high-ranking battle angels.

Shul stood in the center of the battlefield, watching his kin fall in droves.

His heart was bleeding.

For every member of his family who dies, his soul suffers a portion of the backlash.

His most prized Lightforged Behemoth Legion began to rebel under the influence of the mechanical plague.

The fallen Behemoth, its wounds emitting a ghostly blue and red light, rose again and turned to pounce on its former comrade.

despair.

A bottomless despair.

Shur's divine power was depleted, and the backlash caused him to vomit blood.

The troll mechanical god strode forward and stomped on both of Shul's legs, breaking them both.

The sea creature's mechanical deity extended its multi-functional mechanical arm and locked Shul's neck.

Chu Xiaoxiao walked up to Xiuer.

Miniature mechanical bees swarmed from her sleeves, covering Xiuer's entire body.

"Aaaaaahh ...

Shul let out a final scream.

His flesh and blood rapidly turned metallic, and his golden eyes lost their luster.

The angel god Shur has completed assimilation.

The remaining light-forged behemoths and battle angels, having lost the protection of their gods, lost their will to resist.

A mechanical plague swept across the battlefield.

In just half an hour, all of Shul's retinue were transformed into mechanical creations.

The battle is over.

Chu Xiaoxiao stood still, her gaze fixed on the approaching gray-white fog behind her.

Su Yueying and Bai Ye had already led the Dark Gold Angel Legion and the Void Dream Spirit to pursue the three fleeing female angels.

Here, only Chu Xiaoxiao and her mechanical empire remain.

And the black mist behind him.

Chu Xiaoxiao raised her hand.

The newly assimilated Shur's retinue, including tens of millions of mechanical light-cast Behemoths, all turned around.

They took their first steps and walked towards the swirling, gray-white fog.

Nearly half of the newly added troops were thus sent to the abyss of black mist in vain.

A moment later, Chu Xiaoxiao issued another instruction.

The seven mechanical deities commanded their subordinates to begin cleaning up the battlefield.

The corpses of Shul's retinue who died prematurely in battle and were unable to be mechanized.

And the mechanical remains of the seven mechanical gods who perished in the battle.

It was all piled up into a mountain.

The mechanical stitched monsters lifted the corpses and remains and threw them into the black mist like garbage.

This is an unspoken understanding that Chu Xiaoxiao and Hei Wu gradually developed during their battles in the Blood Pact Arena.

She was responsible for finding prey, fighting, and taking half of the assimilated spoils as "tolls".

All the debris on the battlefield, whether enemy or our own, belongs to the Black Mist.

In exchange, the black fog serves as the perfect cleaner and deterrent force.

It followed behind the mechanical army, forcing out those hidden alien gods.

And they will not launch a proactive attack on Chu Xiaoxiao's troops.

If necessary, Chu Xiaoxiao could even guide the black mist to change its course and devour specific targets by feeding it.

However, until now, Chu Xiaoxiao has not encountered a tough opponent that requires the Black Mist to personally engage in battle.

After all, the mere presence of this Black Mist Continent following behind would be enough to deter any god from fighting.

As the mechanical stitched monsters fed her, Chu Xiaoxiao kept an eye on the black mist behind her.

This black mist empire has devoured countless alien gods, native monsters, and mechanical debris.

Its area has never increased.

But its density has undergone a dramatic change.

The initial grayish-white mist has now turned pitch black.

The swirling mist emitted a dull, viscous sound.

"Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it the Blackwater Continent from now on," Chu Xiaoxiao thought to herself.

She surmised that the movement of this vast empire would require an enormous amount of energy to sustain it.

Otherwise, it would probably have already degenerated into the "Blackwater Empire".