Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

On the edge of the battlefield.

The gates of the Zerg divine realm continued to expand, and endless green clouds fell from the sky.

Hundreds of millions of corrosive liquid mosquitoes fell, crashing into the steel defense line constructed by Chu Xiaoxiao.

Flames shot into the sky, and the sound of the explosion shattered the clouds for miles around.

High-concentration acid corrodes everything.

The front row of multi-legged mechanical vehicles was stained with green liquid, and their alloy armor quickly dissolved, revealing the gears inside.

The battle should have unfolded as the Zerg gods had envisioned, overwhelming these few humans with their sheer numbers.

Reality, however, dealt them a heavy blow.

The mechanical debris contaminated with acid not only stopped dissolving, but also emitted a powerful assimilating magnetic field.

The acid pool on the ground churned, and metal wires emerged from the green liquid.

The mangled remains of the exploding mosquito, lying on the ground, had metallic limbs and compound eyes that flashed red light.

Millions of dead swarms of mosquitoes took to the air again, changed direction, and plunged headlong into the Zerg's rear base.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of self-destructions unleashed a raging green fire.

This time, however, it was the Zerg's own elite Scyther that died.

On the other side, Bai Ye stood on the throne of bones, his bone staff leaving afterimages as he swung it.

The two Thunder Beast Kings, each a thousand meters long, collided.

One of them had its scalp torn open and was completely lifeless.

Before the Zerg commander could even deploy new Ultralisks to fill the gap, the Necromancer's Azure Soulfire had already entered the bodies of the dead Ultralisks.

The corpse twitched twice.

Bone spurs pierced through thick leather armor.

The Thunder Beast King opened its eyes, burning with hellfire, turned around, raised its massive bone horn, and stabbed at its other living companion.

The more deaths and injuries, the more souls are lost.

The two Zerg deities, Charon and Zra, hovered at the edge of the gate to the divine realm.

The two men's faces were ashen, and the muscles around their eyes twitched uncontrollably.

The Zerg roamed across star systems, relying on overwhelming numbers, earning them the moniker of a natural disaster.

Today, in this blood oath arena, they have encountered a true living ancestor.

A necromancer who recruits corpses as his underlings.

A mechanical engineering department, creating a plague and reverse assimilation.

This isn't a war; it's clearly sending troops to the human race!

Every minute, every second.

Millions of high-ranking Zerg elites have died in battle, only to rise again in an even more ferocious manner, tearing apart their former comrades.

Caron was breathing rapidly.

He turned his head, his gaze passing over the raging flames of war, and fixed on the highest clouds.

Austin was dressed in a dark purple robe, with ten black wings spread out, and electric arcs jumping along the edges of the feathers.

He crossed his arms, closed his eyes slightly, and looked relaxed, just like a young nobleman on an outing.

The Zerg were bleeding and fighting desperately below, but this nominal leader of the coalition didn't lose a single feather.

Karon's anger surged.

If Austin hadn't broken through to the eighth level of demigodhood, with an ancient divine inheritance rune imprinted between his brows...

How could the gods of these first-rate races condescend to obey the commands of a lowly angel?

They joined forces, ostensibly to avenge their compatriots, but their aim was a swift victory.

Now, the Zerg have become cannon fodder used to fill the gaps.

"Lord Austin!" Charon unleashed his divine power, his voice booming like thunder across the sky.

"The allied lines are stalled! The enemy's undead and mechanical methods are bizarre, and our troops have suffered heavy casualties!"

Zila followed up, her voice rising in a questioning tone: "Your Excellency possesses an ancient heritage, and your strength surpasses all others present!"

"If we don't act now, are we just going to watch our Zerg kin die in vain? Do they really think we're easy to bully!"

Their voices echoed in the air above the basin.

The gods of the various warring races slowed their attacks and pricked up their ears.

The gazes of the demon race, the machine race, and even the angel race all quietly converged on the high sky.

Above the clouds, Austin slowly opened his eyes.

His narrow eyes held only the indifference one would show to a lifeless object.

The broken, dark purple rune between his brows shone brightly, unleashing a decaying pressure that transcended millions of years, which slammed into Karon and Zyra.

Space seemed to freeze.

Kalon felt as if a divine mountain was pressing down on his shoulders, and his insect shells crackled all over his body.

A sharp, needle-like pain shot through the depths of his soul.

Zila was in even worse shape, staggering backward in mid-air and nearly plunging into the turbulent currents below.

The shadow of death loomed over the two Zerg deities.

They had no doubt that the other party could kick them to death with just a flick of their finger, like a stray dog ​​on the street.

"It's so noisy."

Austin spoke slowly, his voice reaching the ears of every deity present.

He looked down at the bloodless faces of Charon and Zilla, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"A bunch of vermin who rely on despicable breeding methods to increase their numbers dare to yell at me."

Austin raised his right hand, pointed to the bloody battlefield below, and began to taunt.

"Open your compound eyes and look! You're only dealing with three mere demigods at the seventh level!"

"A hundred billion dependents couldn't possibly defeat a hundred billion defeated remnants!"

"You Zerg call yourselves the Scourge? What an insult to those two words!"

Austin's every word was like a sharp blade, cutting into the faces of the two Zerg deities.

"If it were me, I would have gone back to the Divine Realm and self-destructed my divine status long ago, so as not to embarrass myself here."

Austin scoffed, his eyes filled with disgust. "What use are you if you can't even handle a few half-crippled good-for-nothings?"

"Get back to your posts and keep fighting! If you utter another word, I'll tear down your divine realm!"

Quiet.

Apart from the roars of fighting among kin on the battlefield, the high-altitude area was completely silent.

Kalon and Zilla's faces turned a deep shade of liver, and their fists clenched tightly.

They wanted to argue back, they wanted to hurl insults.

But the words were on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed them back down.

The difference in strength is an insurmountable chasm.

With his demigod status at the eighth level and ancient inheritance, Austin possesses absolute power of life and death.

Even more fatally, Austin was right to criticize.

Their massive army of hundreds of billions was indeed no match for the three humans on the other side.

This humiliation left them without the confidence to even open their mouths.

Kalon gritted his teeth, lowered his head, turned around, and returned to the rear of the swarm without saying a word.

Zra glared fiercely at the undead legion below, and could only continue to unleash his divine power, engaging in an endless war of attrition.

Not far away, in the camp of the demon race, a demon opened his mouth wide and silently grinned.

He was secretly pleased.

This Zerg is usually arrogant and domineering, but today they've really bitten off more than they can chew.

Austin is a mad dog who doesn't recognize his own family. Luckily, I didn't provoke him, otherwise the Demon Race would be the ones losing face now.

To the due north, the five mechanical deities appeared nonchalant.

They controlled the heavy star-destroying artillery positions in the rear, continuously pouring firepower at Chu Xiaoxiao's defenses.

Their gaze remained fixed on their fellow creations infected by the mechanical plague.

"An exquisite creation of the divine realm."

A mechanical deity whose entire body was made of silver liquid metal said.

"That dark blue poisonous gas contains an assimilation logic that transcends the current mechanical technology system."

"If we can separate and analyze it, our divine realm technology tree can leap forward by at least three major eras."

These iron lumps didn't care about the Zerg's life or death, nor did they care about Austin's arrogance.

Their sole purpose in coming here was to capture Chu Xiaoxiao alive and obtain the core data on the mechanical plague.

And within the angelic formation.

Solan cleaved the charging bone dragon in two with a single sword strike, then flicked away the Netherfire from his blade.

She looked up and gazed intently at Austin high in the sky.

Heya and Misa gathered around Solan.

"This lowly bastard who crawled out of the bottom is getting more and more arrogant." Heya lowered her voice, her tone filled with undisguised disgust.

Misha gripped the Sunburst Longbow tightly and echoed in a cold voice:

"The bad habits picked up in the slums can't be washed away even if he wears ten wings."

Solan didn't respond; she was used to Austin's mannerisms.

The Angel race has a strict hierarchy, and Austin, an outcast who rose from the very bottom, already had a twisted mind.

Now that he has obtained an ancient opportunity in the Blood Pact Arena and gained power, he will naturally repay the cold treatment he has received tenfold.

If you push this kind of person too far, they'll even bite their own kind.

Solan withdrew his gaze, ignoring the madman in the sky.

Her gaze passed over Bai Ye's sea of ​​bones, over Chu Xiaoxiao's steel defenses, and into the deepest part of the battlefield.

There, a vast cloud of black mist lurks.

Energy storms raged across the battlefield, with holy light, ghost fire, and particle beams intertwining.

The aftershocks were enough to tear stars apart.

But the black fog remained unmoved.

In the mist, countless eerie blue mechanical compound eyes appeared and disappeared intermittently.

Each appearance brought Solan intense unease.

As an angelic demigod, she is most sensitive to evil.

The greed and savagery emanating from that black mist far surpassed even the bloodthirsty army of fallen angels before them.

"What on earth is this thing..." Solan frowned, his hand gripping the sword slightly sweaty.

She had a premonition that the black mist that had not yet made a move was the real threat on this battlefield.

above the sky.

After cursing the Zerg, Austin felt refreshed. He looked down over the entire meteorite basin from his high vantage point.

Slaughter, roars, clashes of divine power.

In his view, it was nothing more than a poor mud wrestling match.

Everyone below.

Whether it's the Zerg, the Demon Race, or that foul-mouthed Bai Ye, Chu Xiaoxiao is putting on a brave face.

They're all a bunch of utterly useless trash.

The figure of Bai Ye wielding his bone staff came into view. Austin scoffed disdainfully.

In the banquet hall, this necromancer made an insolent remark, exposing his deepest, most painful wound.

At the time, Austin wanted nothing more than to tear him to pieces.

Time passes.

After receiving the inheritance of the ancient gods, Austin's state of mind underwent a tremendous change.

Would an elephant care about an ant's provocation?

He has now reached the peak of the eighth level of demigod, touching the threshold of true godhood.

Bai Ye, that clown, doesn't deserve to die at his hands.

Let these wastes consume themselves; there's no need to dirty your hands.

A dark purple lightning surged in Austin's eyes.

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the dark red sky and reaching into the distant depths of the void.

In this blood pact arena that gathers the world's top geniuses, there is only one person he can regard as an enemy.

Lin Yuan.

My thoughts drifted back to that absurd banquet.

Lord Caleb unleashed the pressure of a true god, taking control of the entire scene.

The boy named Lin Yuan actually managed to forcefully open the Chaos Domain with his mere demigod level seven cultivation.

At that moment, Austin truly felt death.

The horrific experience of his body being torn apart and his bones and blood separating still lingers deep within his soul.

What a disgrace! An utter disgrace!

Then, Wen Muxue tore through space and descended.

That woman was like a peerless killing goddess; in front of everyone, she crushed Caleb and annihilated Adrian.

Caleb was the only light in Austin's life.

In the dark and gloomy slums.

Caleb extended a helping hand to him, provided him with resources, and promoted him to the position of captain.

This kindness is greater than the sky.

Wen Muxue killed his benefactor; this is an irreconcilable feud.

Austin clenched his fists, and purple arcs of electricity exploded in his palms.

He knew very well that with his current strength, facing Wen Muxue would be tantamount to suicide.

This madwoman, whom even the angel gods feared, was someone he simply couldn't contend with.

If you can't kill Wen Muxue, then kill her students.

The humiliation in the banquet hall, the blood feud with Lord Caleb—all these causes and effects must be attributed to Lin Yuan.

"Come out quickly, Lin Yuan."

Austin muttered to himself, a morbidly fanatical smile playing on his lips.

"I will tear your flesh and blood and crush your bones in the presence of all races."

"I want you to experience the pain I once suffered in utter despair!"

New and old grudges intertwined.

If he doesn't personally end Lin Yuan's life, this obsession will turn into a demon in his heart, troubling his path to divinity.