Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Austin let out a strange laugh in the air, his mind replaying the scene in the banquet hall.

Lin Yuan expanded his domain, and Lord Caleb perished.

He himself experienced the ultimate fear of death under Lin Yuan's oppressive aura.

This humiliation fermented wildly after he received the inheritance of the ancient gods.

The broken runes of ancient gods flickered between his brows, and the decaying power that had transcended millions of years flowed throughout his body.

Austin forced a sickly smile.

The surge in his strength boosted his confidence, plunging him into a state of heightened euphoria.

Once we capture Lin Yuan, we can't kill him outright.

That would be too easy on him.

Austin secretly plotted to break every bone in Lin Yuan's body and drain his divine power.

Then, using an ancient soul-binding technique, he forcibly separated Lin Yuan's soul and imprisoned it deep within his own divine kingdom.

Lin Yuan must be made to serve as the lowest of the lowly subordinate deities for all eternity.

He was made to kneel like a dog before the statue of Lord Caleb, enduring the torment of his soul day and night.

Only in this way can we comfort Lord Caleb's spirit in heaven.

Not far below, Heya and Misha hovered behind the battle formation.

Hearing the strange laughter, they both looked up at the sky, their brows furrowed tightly.

"This idiot has really gone mad." Heya transmitted her voice to her companion beside her, her tone filled with undisguised apprehension.

Misha's face was grim as she looked at the rune between Austin's eyebrows, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes:

"His demeanor and behavior are becoming less and less like those of a normal deity."

"This level of fanaticism and distortion goes far beyond the scope of character flaws."

The Blood Pact Fields are vast and boundless, with numerous relics.

There are many lucky individuals who have received the inheritance of ancient gods and risen to the top in one step.

However, such inheritance often harbors great risks.

Although the ancient true god has fallen, the fragments of his true spirit remain extremely stubborn.

If the heir's will is not firm enough, he will be corrupted by the true spirit.

At first, he just became irritable and bloodthirsty.

As cultivation deepens, the host's memories and habits will be silently replaced.

Ultimately, the host will become nothing more than the resurrected body of the ancient true god.

Such cases of turning the tables and taking control are recorded in the archives of various races.

"Once we get out, we must immediately report this to the higher-ups," Heya decided.

"Letting this hidden danger grow is definitely not a good thing for the Angel God race."

"If he ever completely loses control, we will all be buried with him."

Misha nodded emphatically.

The respect they once held for a powerful man was gone from their eyes when they looked at Austin; only disgust remained.

At the very center of the battlefield, an energy storm raged.

Chu Xiaoxiao's steel defense line bore the brunt of the battlefield pressure, while Bai Ye's sea of ​​undead bones and the Zerg army locked in a stalemate.

The situation remained deadlocked for a time.

Meanwhile, deep behind the human territory, the Blackwater Empire finally reached its limit of patience.

What lies before the Liquid Gold Crab is an alien alliance worth hundreds of billions.

Holy Angel, Dread Dragon, Thunder Beast King, Star Destroyer Mech...

Countless top-tier predators fought fiercely within the basin, their life essence emanating from them no less than a gluttonous feast.

For the Liquid Gold Crab, which is skilled in the art of devouring.

Watching these nutrients dangle right in front of you but being unable to eat them is worse than death.

As the commanders watched the slow-moving battle unfold, the light in their dark blue mechanical eyes grew ever brighter.

can not wait anymore.

Boom!

Without any warning, the pitch-black fog shot into the sky like a volcanic eruption, instantly obscuring most of the dark red dome.

The arrival of this anomaly caused a chill to run down the spines of both sides' deities.

Endless black mist churned and surged, from which tentacles of various shapes emerged.

These tentacles are as thick as mountains, and their surfaces are covered with metallic-looking growths.

They swung their arms, creating towering spatial storms that rushed directly to the front lines of the battlefield.

Liquid gold crabs don't care about friend or foe identification.

In their eyes, anything blocking their way is protein and metal ore that they can devour.

The tentacles traversed spatial distances, launching indiscriminate sweeping lashes.

This whipping technique leaves no blind spots and covers three dimensions simultaneously.

In reality, a thick tentacle covered in metal barbs swept across.

Tens of thousands of Zerg mantises spewing acid, along with the solid rock below, shattered into a bloody mist.

The barbs at the ends of the tentacles pierced into the bodies of several Thunder Beast Kings, then suddenly withdrew.

They tore open the Thunder Beast King's heavy leather armor, bringing out a large amount of its internal organs.

In the Shadow Dimension, the Shadow Demons of the Demonic God Clan are using their stealth abilities to prepare a sneak attack on Chu Xiaoxiao's defenses.

Suddenly, countless slender black tentacles emerged from their shadows.

These tentacles quietly wrapped around the demon's neck and limbs.

Before the demons could even scream, their bodies withered and their souls, along with their flesh, were strangled and became nourishment for the tentacles.

Within the secondary space, the Holy Spirit of the Angel God race attempted to tear a spatial rift for short-distance teleportation.

The moment they stepped into the void, the spatial passage suddenly collapsed.

The ends of the tentacles connect to the faults in the secondary space.

Like the sharpest scalpel, it sliced ​​thousands of angels within the passage into countless pieces of flesh. Golden blood splattered all over the ground.

No matter whether the relatives of other races hid in the sky, on the ground, in the shadows, or in the void, none were spared.

The piercing cries of agony almost drowned out the roar of artillery fire on the battlefield.

As the black mist waved its tentacles, countless eerie blue eyes lit up.

These eyes, as large as stars, cold and mechanical, held an indescribable sense of oppression as they gazed upon the battlefield below.

A pale blue light swept across.

A breathtaking scene unfolded.

Any living thing exposed to the ghostly blue light, whether it be insectoids, demonic beings, or angels, begins to mutate.

A golden giant, hundreds of meters tall, was wielding a longbow, and a ghostly blue light fell on its left arm.

On the surface of the sun-shine gold armor, dark blue data patterns quickly spread out.

In just a few seconds, its entire left arm disintegrated.

The reassembled robotic arm is made of heavy-duty hydraulic rods and high-strength alloys, with hot steam spraying from its joints.

This is not the end; the mutations did not stop at mechanization.

On the right half of the Golden Giant's body, flesh began to proliferate and deform.

The muscle tissue, which had just been filled with the warmth of the sun, swelled up into countless fleshy growths.

The bones pierce the skin and grow into hideous bone spurs.

Most terrifyingly, a tangible black mist poured out from its seven orifices, perfectly stitching the machinery and flesh together.

The gears slowly turned within the distorted flesh, and black mist flowed along the mechanical pipes, replacing the previous blood.

The golden giant raised its head, and the light in its eyes went out.

It let out a roar and smashed the head of its companion next to it with a powerful mechanical punch.

The same situation played out across the battlefield.

Swarms of thorny insects, their lower bodies transformed into tracks, while their upper bodies sprouted eerie compound eyes and gaping maws shrouded in black mist.

The succubus of the demon race has half of its bat wings transformed into plasma jets and the other half into a fleshy membrane dripping with acid.

Having lost its former allure, all that remains is extreme brutality.

This group of infected family members exhibited a symbiotic relationship that defied common sense.

The cold precision of the semi-mechanical, combined with the distorted ascension of the semi-flesh, are linked together by the black mist as the core medium.

The indescribable sense of horror and terror sent chills down the spines of all the alien deities who witnessed the scene.

Behind the Blackwater Empire, the Liquid Gold Crab Grand Commander felt dissatisfied with the efficiency of the tentacles' lashing.

The black mist was too large, dragging behind it and slowing its movement, thus limiting its killing range.

The leaders began issuing orders, and the entire Blackwater Empire immediately took astonishing actions.

This massive, sky-covering black mist actually tore itself apart in mid-air.

Divide into two.

Divide into three.

Three points and six.

The massive black fog quickly divided into more than a dozen smaller Blackwater Empires.

These split black mists suddenly accelerated and rushed towards different battlefields.

Due west, the Demonic War Zone.

A cloud of black mist descended, and tens of thousands of tentacles crashed down.

The magma on the Balrog was dissolved by the black mist, and the Shadow Demon's stealth was rendered useless in the face of the multidimensional attack.

As the infectious rays swept across, a large number of demons were transformed into monstrous creatures of mechanical flesh and blood, turning to tear apart their own kind.

Due east, the Angelic War Zone.

The black mist crashed into the battle formation of the battle angels.

The Fiery Holy Sword struck the tentacles, only managing to dispel some of the mist.

Black mist filled the air, and the golden holy light flickered out like a candle in the wind.

These proud angels, under the gaze of deep blue eyes.

Its wings fell off, and metal exhaust pipes and rotting fleshy wings grew out, emitting a chilling laugh.

Due north, the mechanized warfare zone.

The alien mechanical deities, relying on heavy firepower and nanotechnology, have encountered their true nemesis.

The black mist surged into the planet-destroying cannon position, and control immediately changed hands upon contact with the black water by the nanomechanical insects.

Hundreds of millions of multi-legged mechs were under the watchful gaze of the eerie blue eyes.

Flesh and blood tissue sprouted from the metal shell, and the cannon turned to fire at its own position.

At first, these split black mists seemed rather weak in the face of the hundreds of billions of alien armies.

However, after a period of assimilation and absorption, the black mist grew larger and larger.

They devoured the flesh and weapons of countless followers, and the mist within their stomachs circulated rapidly.

The fog became increasingly dense, its color deepening to almost ink, truly revealing the all-consuming nature of the black water.

This sudden turn of events completely disrupted the rhythm of the entire event.

In the center of the human camp, Chu Xiaoxiao stood atop the head of the mechanical stitched monster.

She, who was always calm and composed, finally revealed an unconcealable shock.

"This... how is this possible?" Chu Xiaoxiao's lips moved slightly.

She recognized at a glance that the underlying logic of the ability the other party was using was her mechanical plague!

However, the mechanical plague is a unique fundamental law of her divine realm, a trump card of ability that she painstakingly mastered.

The black mist followed them as they swept through, and she simply fed them some scrap metal as she went.

These monsters actually learned her original abilities in just a few days!

What terrified Chu Xiaoxiao even more was that these monsters not only learned it, but also pushed it to a height she could never reach.

Her mechanical plague, at most, grants flesh-and-blood creatures the advantages of mechanical bodies, completing the physical transformation.

However, the infections caused by this black mist are a perfect combination of semi-mechanization and semi-flesh-and-blood ascension.

Half of them ascended from flesh and blood, and the other half were deified through mechanical means.

This state caused a qualitative change in the life form of the entire race, as if it were a sublimation that transcended dimensions.

Its aura, strength, and defense were many times stronger than her purely mechanical infection.

The facts were laid bare before her, leaving her no choice but to believe them.

Chu Xiaoxiao composed herself and suppressed the turmoil in her heart.

This calm and talented young girl felt a rare moment of helplessness.

It wasn't until the main control network issued a full alarm that Chu Xiaoxiao snapped out of her daze.

She turned her head and her face darkened.

Several plumes of black mist swept across the alien army at the same time.

The countless tentacles and the all-pervasive, eerie blue light showed no intention of avoiding their own side.

The mechanical Behemoths and mechanical stitched monsters led by Shul were still whipped by tentacles if they blocked the path of the black mist's advance.

Hundreds of thousands of mechanical stitched monsters were swept into the black mist, lost contact in the blink of an eye, and turned into nourishment for the other side.

These lunatics are in a bloodthirsty frenzy; they're even eating their own people.

Chu Xiaoxiao's hands moved like afterimages on the control panel, issuing a series of top-level commands.

"All machine units, cease combat immediately!"

"Abandon the outer positions, all troops retreat!"

"Activate the multiple anti-gravity engines and get away from that black fog! Quickly!"

After the signal wave spreads.

The massive mechanical army, numbering in the billions, desperately tried to escape the direction of the black fog.

Heavy mechs even discard ammunition boxes to reduce their weight, just to run a little faster.

On the other side, Bai Ye, who was standing on the throne of bones and wreaking havoc, suddenly felt the light above his head dim.

He looked up and saw a mass of Blackwater Empire forces crushing towards the undead legion.

Numerous tentacles danced wildly in mid-air, crushing the Zerg along their path into a bloody pulp.

Bai Ye's eyes widened, and her jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"Holy shit! Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" Bai Ye shouted, his voice distorted.

He saw it with his own eyes

A calamity dragon, a thousand meters long, was unable to dodge in time and was killed instantly by a gentle sweep of a tentacle.

"Retreat! Retreat! Get out of here!"

Bai Ye was so anxious that he jumped up and down on the spot, waving his bone staff like a windmill.

"Void Dream Spirit! Forget about those damn bugs! Get my troops assembled right now!"

"Hurry up! These bastards have lost their minds, they're even attacking their own people!"

Countless Void Dream Spirits opened spatial channels.

A thousand meters of skeletal remains, countless thorny insect carcasses covering the mountains and plains, and those slow-moving necromancers.

They were all stuffed into another dimension by the Void Dream Spirit.

Bai Ye stood on the throne, sweating profusely with anxiety.

Fearing that if they were even a step too late, their hard-earned wealth would be swallowed up by the black mist.

Su Yueying was at the very front, her giant sword having just severed the heads of several golden giants.

She looked back and saw the black mist rampaging across the battlefield.

The fallen angel, who had rushed too far ahead from several kilometers away, was unable to dodge in time and was struck by the eerie blue light.

Gears and tumors immediately sprouted from half of its body, and it turned against its comrades.

Su Yueying raised an eyebrow and decisively drew her sword and retreated.

"Dark Gold Angels, Fallen Angel Legion, shrink your formation and retreat!" Su Yueying issued the divine decree.

She stood in front of the retreating legion, her gaze complex as she looked at the ever-expanding, raging Black Mist Empire.

"What a bunch of irrational monsters," Su Yueying thought to herself as she took a deep breath.

"That Lin Yuan guy, the people he raises are just as perverted as he is."

"No one but him could have created such an incredible miracle."

With the decisive retreat of the three human gods, a large area in the center of the battlefield was cleared.

The alien alliance thought the pressure had eased and was about to launch a counterattack.

But what awaited them was the Blackwater Empire, which had broken free of its constraints and spread out in all directions.

In a short time.

The liquid gold crab population is only 200 million.

On the battlefield of billions of followers, an absolute power has been formed that no god can ignore.