Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The source worm retracts its remaining four limbs, and the gene chain within its body undergoes five adaptations.

The demon's muscle fibers taut, and liquid metal was extracted from the depths of its bone marrow.

Death and life intertwine, forming a grayish-white energy shield.

This ultimate weapon crouched in the void, and the surrounding space shattered inch by inch because it could not withstand this pure violence.

It locked onto the divine bird ahead.

This strike not only determined who was superior but also who would live or die.

If it hits, it will surely ignite the flames of war and draw out the opponent's soul.

10,000 meters away.

The divine bird is also gathering its strength.

The remaining fire elements within a hundred miles converged, forming a visible energy vortex.

It gazed at the distant source insect, its sharp beak slightly open, about to unleash a destructive breath.

One second, two seconds.

Just as the source insect exerted force with its hind legs, preparing to crush the void and crash into it.

An accident happened.

The madness in the divine bird's eyes suddenly froze.

Its primal instincts, belonging to the vulture, regained control of its brain in the face of life and death.

What kind of creature is a demon eagle?

They are a marginal race that spends most of their time hiding in the shadow dimension, surviving by ambushing and picking up scraps.

A thought flashed through the divine bird's mind.

I have only just begun to transform myself.

Having finally relinquished his physical body and endured the baptism of the two suns, he was able to reshape this supreme body of the sun god.

The best part of my life has just begun.

Why would you trade your life for this brainless lump of iron?

Once I have fully recovered, I will rebuild my foundation and completely take control of the dual-day authority.

Then we'll come and slaughter the Zerg, showcasing the might of our divine bird race.

Yes, a strategic retreat first.

The divine bird quickly convinced itself.

The destructive fire compressed to its limit within its chest cavity was extinguished instantly.

The dark crimson gold and pure white flames burning on the surface of the body were directly drawn back into the body.

The divine bird suddenly flapped its wings.

Instead of advancing, it retreated, turned its head, and soared straight into the sky.

It moved with lightning speed, covering tens of thousands of meters in the blink of an eye.

This sudden turn of events left the Source Worms, who were poised to unleash their power, completely dumbfounded.

The source worm maintained its crouching posture, with its four limbs suspended in mid-air.

A great deal of doubt flickered in his dark red compound eyes.

What do you mean?

It has experienced countless fierce battles.

Whether facing the iron fist of the tyrannical demon or the karmic fire of the fire spirit, the monsters of the Wasteland God Realm are always locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Halfway through the fight, just when it seemed like they were about to die together, the opponent suddenly withdrew his aura and ran away?

It had never seen such a scene in its entire life.

After a brief moment of surprise, the violent demon genes within the source insect's body surged.

Anger broke through the shackles of reason.

Are you kidding me?!

The source insect let out a roar that shook the heavens and earth, activating its spatial stealth ability.

Stomp hard on the right foot with the left foot.

boom!

A loud bang echoed from the void.

The source insects used the reaction force from stomping themselves to shoot straight into the sky.

boom! boom! boom!

It kept repeating this action in the air.

Each stomp produced a deafening roar as space itself shattered. Its speed was even greater than that of a divine bird soaring through the sky.

Two colossal beasts, one in front and one behind, engaged in a chase above the divine realm.

"Hey!"

The divine bird glanced back and was terrified.

That iron lump missing arms and legs actually caught up with us by walking on air!

And the distance is getting closer and closer!

The divine bird flapped its wings desperately, trying to create distance.

But the source insects were already in a killing frenzy.

It stomped down again, its body suddenly rising higher, appearing directly above the divine bird.

Four insect limbs covered in liquid metal, like four heavy hammers, slammed down on him.

boom!

The first hammer blow struck the back of the divine bird.

The divine bird let out a miserable cry.

The bones that had just healed broke again, and large patches of burning feathers fell off.

The source insects do not give it a chance to breathe.

The second hammer blow, the third hammer blow, the fourth hammer blow!

The insect's limbs became afterimages as they crashed into the divine bird's body.

Blood gushed out and bits of flesh flew everywhere.

The divine bird's body was half smashed. Its internal organs were exposed to the air, a gruesome sight.

The excruciating pain tore at the divine bird's nerves.

Before its transformation, it would have turned around and fought the other side to the death.

But now, the vulture's survival instinct has taken over.

It was in pain, but it refused to fight back no matter what.

The divine bird gritted its teeth, withstood the bombardment of the source insects, and soared into the sky.

It knew in its heart that as long as it flew high enough and entered the core radiation zone of the two suns, it would be its own domain.

boom! boom! boom!

The source insect rode on the back of the divine bird, smashing down with its hammer after hammer.

The divine bird's body was constantly broken, but it was painstakingly rebuilt under the impetus of war.

10,000 meters.

One hundred thousand meters.

500,000 meters.

As the altitude continues to increase, the surrounding environment undergoes tremendous changes.

The air became increasingly thin, and the temperature began to soar.

At the top of the divine realm, the dark crimson-gold war sun and the pure white holy sun exuded a suffocating pressure.

The oppressive power of the heavens descends.

The movements of the insect's limbs began to slow down.

It felt as if ten mountains of gold were pressing down on its back. Every time it raised its hand, it required an enormous amount of physical strength.

Even more deadly is the temperature.

Under direct sunlight for two days, the liquid metal on the surface of the source insect began to boil and vaporize.

The dark red insect shell developed large cracks.

The shield, a mixture of death and life, melted away rapidly like ice and snow under the light of the Holy Light.

The source insect gasped for breath, and the ferocity in its compound eyes gradually faded.

In contrast, consider the divine bird.

The closer it is to the two suns, the less resistance it experiences.

The sunlight cast by the two suns is poison to the source insects, but the purest tonic to the divine bird.

The divine bird absorbed the surrounding solar energy with its large mouth.

Its broken body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Broken bones reconnected, and fallen feathers grew back.

In just a few breaths.

The divine bird, which had been on the verge of death, regained its strength, even becoming more powerful than before.

One million meters above the ground.

This is the domain of the two-day authority.

The divine bird stopped fleeing.

It hovered in mid-air and slowly turned its head.

His eyes, a blend of dark crimson gold and pure white, were filled with mockery and cruelty.

Now that it's on its own territory, it fears no opponent.

The divine bird spread its wings, blotting out the sky and the sun.

The surrounding solar flames swirled around it like subjects paying homage to a king.

It looked down at the source insect and let out a cry.

Come on! Keep smashing!

The source insect fell silent.

It hovers thousands of meters below the divine bird, enduring unimaginable pressure.

The oppressive force of the sky, like tangible chains, bound its body.

With each step it takes forward, it must contend with the will of the entire sky.

The other party, however, seemed to be like a skeleton fish returning to the River Styx, as if it were in water, coming and going freely.

The five adaptation genes within the source organism are providing early warning.

The deathly aura is evaporating, and the liquid metal is leaking away.

If it continues to fight, it will even run out of energy to regenerate cells.

The source insect raised its head and took a deep look at the divine bird.

It knew it was no match for the enemy.

The source insect decisively retracted its limbs, giving up resisting the gravity of the sky, and letting its body fall downwards.

Retreat.

Watching the source insect fall, the divine bird cried out excitedly.

"唳——"

"唳——"

"唳——"

The clear bird calls echoed through the sky, filled with mockery and smugness.

It vents racial hatred.

For countless years, the Sky Clan has been forced to eke out a living in the Shadow Dimension.

Now, it has finally defeated the Zerg's ultimate weapon head-on.

The divine bird circled in the air, constantly crying out, announcing the return of the ruler of the sky.

below.

As the source insect listened to the endless taunts, a hint of annoyance flashed in its eyes.

Its violent genes stirred again, clamoring to rush forward and tear apart the beak of that scruffy bird.

The source insect took a deep breath.

It manipulates its own flesh and blood, forcibly altering the structure of the organs in its head.

A thick layer of keratin covers the eardrum, completely severing the auditory nerve.

The world quieted down.

The source insect closed its eyes, letting its body accelerate downwards under the influence of gravity.

It was genuinely afraid that its own violent instincts would make it unable to resist rushing forward and fighting the other party to the death.

Once we return to the main nest, we'll follow the Insect King's instructions before dealing with this scruffy bird.

……

The edge of the wasteland.

Zerg main nest.

The twelve-winged insect king hovered in mid-air, overlooking the vast territory below.

As time went by, the elite Source Insects that had gone out hunting gradually returned.

They landed on the open ground in front of the main nest, each with a different shape and a listless appearance.

The Insect King's mental network has long been connected to all the source insects.

Everything that happened on the border battlefield, down to the smallest detail, was transmitted back to its mind.

The battle report was terrible.

There were over a thousand elite fifth-tier source insects that went to hunt.

As a result, not a single divine bird was brought back.

Most of the source insects encountered the same predicament as that violent demon system source insect.

The oppressive force of the sky was too strong.

Once the divine bird escapes into the high sky, the source insects will be unable to exert their due advantages and will only become sitting ducks.

This is not the worst-case scenario.

Some of the source worms looked even more wretched.

The source worm, with the daphnia as its main system, can also transform between life and death.

They forcibly withstood the scorching heat of the sun's flames and fought a war of attrition.

However, the Necromancers, whose main system was based on necromancy, were completely wiped out.

The Necromancer system focuses on void and soul attacks.

However, the holy sun above the divine realm is the natural enemy of all death and illusion.

The source insects of the necromancy system were revealed to their physical forms by the holy light as soon as they approached the divine bird.

The elite hunters who went out hunting suffered deaths.

This is extremely rare after the Zerg have completed five adaptations.

On the open ground, the returning source insects lowered their heads and emitted low hisses.

They are apologizing to the insect king.

The Insect King hovered in mid-air, its twelve wings slowly flapping.

Faced with such a bleak battle situation, the Zerg overlord, who was determined to dominate the God Realm, felt no anger whatsoever.

As a king who rose step by step from the lowest level of the race to the top of the food chain.

The Insect King was already used to failure.

Throughout their long evolutionary history, the Zerg have faced countless extinction crises.

It was chewed up like a snack by the violent demon, and burned to a crisp by the fire spirit.

The Insect King has tasted the bitterness of failure far too many times.

It is better at learning from failures and seeking the next evolution of the species.

The Insect King shook the twelve insect wings on its back.

So what if we fail?

Once reduced to being the lowest prey, the Demon Vulture and Demon Blade Bat accidentally stole the power of the Twin Suns and began hunting the Zerg in reverse.

so what?

This was just a small episode in a long war.

The Insect King raised its head, its gaze piercing through the dome of the main nest, looking at the two blazing suns in the sky.

The simultaneous appearance of two suns in the same sky did indeed alter the ecological landscape of the divine realm.

The Sky Clan rose to prominence as a result, gaining an unprecedented home-field advantage.

But the Zerg are never afraid of any challenge.

Billions of insect swarms still lie dormant in the divine realm, ready to die for the will of the king at any moment.

Countless insect nests have been erected between heaven and earth, forming a network.

More importantly, the massive amounts of newly plundered resources are still waiting to be processed.

The remains of the sky island in the alien divine realm, the Wind-Radiant Crystal Core, the Great Sun Golden Lotus...

All things are striving to cross.

In this brutal game of evolution, temporary wins and losses mean nothing.

The one who laughs last is the true winner.