Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The combat power unleashed by this black cataclysm was so formidable that it exceeded the comprehension of all the gods present.

For countless years, the myriad races of the universe have vied for supremacy, and the various divine realm systems have undergone countless trials and tribulations.

The Zerg's mass troop attack, the Mechs' steel torrent, the Angels' holy light, and the Demonic Invaders' shadow corruption are all supported by a clear underlying system.

Only this Blackwater Empire before my eyes.

Its destructive power, capable of devouring everything, is secondary.

The most terrifying thing is that countless shimmering, eerie blue eyeballs shoot out strange beams of light.

Touching any living thing will trigger a distorted sublimation of the half-mechanical, half-flesh form.

As the myriad races of the universe have developed to this point, wars have raged across various star systems.

The technological modifications and the physical reconstruction have long been distinct systems.

There has never been any power.

It can forcibly break down these two systems and stitch them together to create a completely new life form without any rejection reaction.

The Northern Theater Command.

This place is home to the five great mechanical races' deities, with a vast number of followers and the densest defensive lines.

The Blackwater Empire, which had split off, showed unusual interest in this region.

Five or six groups of black mist, obscuring the sky, simultaneously crashed into the mechanical camp.

A 300-meter-tall heavy Star Destroyer mech is charging its main gun.

A deep blue light descended upon them.

This weapon of war, made entirely of superalloy, suddenly developed a dense network of blood vessels on its chest armor surface.

Just three breaths.

The mecha's electronic control core stopped operating, and a fleshy heart formed inside its chest cavity.

The cannon barrel of the Star Destroyer was turned around.

A beam of flesh and blood mixed with thick, high-pressure plasma blasted out, directly piercing through five anti-air multi-legged tanks of the same race behind it.

Multi-legged chariots were not spared either.

Black fog enveloped the chassis, and the tracks broke one by one.

Thick, black engine oil gushed from the fracture, and dozens of thick, segmented limbs covered in metallic scales burst out of the shell.

These tanks roared and charged into the heavy artillery positions, tearing apart the scrap metal remains of their own kind.

"Sever the neural communication network! Implement physical isolation immediately!" The mechanical deity, whose body was covered in flowing silver liquid metal, roared fiercely.

The command was issued, but no one carried it out.

Tens of millions of multi-legged mechs went completely out of control, transforming into mechanical monsters covered in fleshy growths, and indiscriminately bombarding the interstellar orbital formations in the sky.

Western Theater Command.

The two demonic gods were filled with rage.

Endless demonic energy was pouring out of their divine gates. At this moment, this demonic energy became an excellent conductor for the black mist.

Millions of fire demons, clad in lava armor, are roaring.

A black, fleshy tentacle covered in metallic growths swept across the area.

The blazing magma on the Balrog cooled and turned into a cold, eerie blue flame.

Their massive shells crumbled inch by inch, with countless high-speed alloy gears embedded in the gaps.

These gears tear through muscles and replace bones to support the body.

The mutated Balrog's eyes shot out red light, and it drew its chainsaw greatsword, reconstructed from its spine, and sawed through the abdomen of the fear dragon beside it.

The Shadow Demons, relying on their racial abilities, fled into the shadows of the warp, attempting to avoid this indiscriminate massacre.

But the black mist tentacles were completely unreasonable, piercing directly into the shadow fault line.

The metal barbs at the ends of the tentacles tightened, dragging out a large number of demons.

The two demon gods were furious and unleashed several devastating shadow spells, but they could only slow down the monsters' advance.

Eastern Theater Command.

The array of three angelic gods also met its end.

Solan, Misha, and Heya struggled to keep going.

The golden giant that emerged from the divine passage was immediately enveloped in a ghostly blue light as soon as it landed.

The sun's longbow sprouted gruesome chunks of rotting flesh, and the incandescent holy fire turned into murky black smoke.

The Radiant Giant landed on all fours, emitting a strange howl of mechanical friction, and tore at the surrounding high-ranking battle angels.

Tens of millions of Holy Spirits attempted to release a purifying aura.

The black water surged upwards.

The ethereal body of the spirit was forcibly solidified into a physical form.

Metal conduits were inserted into their heads, drawing on their spiritual energy to power the miniature reactors that sprouted on their backs.

The holy angel has fallen into a grotesque, stitched-together monster.

"Hold the formation! No retreating!"

Heya drew her Sunbow to its fullest extent, her hands trembling, and fired a sunbeam that pierced through the black mist.

Misa's baby face turned deathly pale as she watched helplessly as her beloved six-winged battle angels were swallowed by the black water.

When it emerged, its wings were gone, and a mechanical exhaust pipe sprayed with high-pressure steam protruded from its shoulder blades.

The halo above the head broke and reformed into a data ring with a flashing red alarm light.

Of all the creatures on the battlefield, the Zerg in the southern sector suffered the most.

The two Zerg deities, Karon and Zerra, hovered at the edge of the gate to the divine realm, trembling.

Their subordinates were already helpless against Chu Xiaoxiao's mechanical plague, and then they were severely beaten by the White Night Undead Legion.

Now, facing these "Pro Max" versions of Blackwater's natural disasters, my psychological defenses have completely collapsed.

Zerg warfare relies heavily on the unified command of the Zerg Queen.

Each of the Zerg motherships floating in the air conceals a high-ranking Zerg queen who issues commands.

The Blackwater Splitter seems to have sensed a weakness in the Zerg.

Tens of thousands of large, star-like, dark blue mechanical compound eyes pierced through the clouds, locking onto the insect hive motherships tens of thousands of meters long high in the sky.

The first mothership was illuminated.

The enormous creature stretching across the sky convulsed.

The outer shell of the organism began to crack.

The piercing sound of metal scraping against metal echoed across the battlefield as thousands of cold hydraulic rods forcefully pierced flesh and blood, forcing open the spawning chambers in the mothership's belly.

Inside the mothership, twelve energy reactors flashing red light were instantly embedded in the outer side of the pulsating heart.

Dense plasma thrusters sprouted from its back, and the wormholes in its abdomen reassembled into large-caliber matter annihilation cannons.

It transcended class boundaries, evolving into a mechanical-flesh symbiote that chilled the hearts of Calonians.

This is not an isolated case.

The second, the third... more than ten different types of insect hive motherships underwent mutations one after another.

Some motherships have grown alloy tentacles that are tens of thousands of meters long, while others have their surfaces covered with monocrystalline silicon scales that reflect lasers.

The main control of the mothership has been completely transferred to other personnel.

They simultaneously emitted a strange, mechanical insect chirp that pierced through the starry sky.

Sound waves diffuse.

The hundreds of millions of insect troops below, belonging to the main and sub-systems of these motherships, came to an abrupt halt.

The next second, the swarm turned against them.

The carapace on the back of the thorn beetle folds to the sides, revealing a high-precision alloy sniper cannon barrel.

The mantis's arms disintegrated and reassembled into high-frequency oscillating particle blades with eerie blue electric arcs.

The Void Ripper's six pairs of bladed arms were replaced with chainsaws, slicing through the surrounding Thunder Beasts.

There is no need for the blue eyeball to continue inflicting infection.

These evolved insect hive motherships themselves have become new sources of pollution.

They roam above the sea of ​​insects, constantly secreting mutated mucus, forcing their insect army to slaughter their own kind.

The situation reversed so swiftly.

The stalemate was instantly broken when the Blackwater Empire joined the battle.

The black mist that split off grew larger and larger, and the number of alien relatives it devoured increased exponentially.

The allied forces, numbering in the hundreds of billions, collapsed like an avalanche.

Outside the battlefield.

Chu Xiaoxiao pushed up her black-rimmed glasses, a flash of extreme apprehension in her eyes.

Her fingers flew across the virtual panel.

"All assimilated retinue members, immediately disengage! Retreat to rear positions!"

Shul led the remaining mechanical gods in a swift retreat, like a receding tide, to relinquish the main battlefield.

Bai Ye and Su Yueying had already withdrawn from the front line and were hovering in a safe area.

Su Yueying sheathed the Judgment Greatsword, which was burning with black flames.

She tidied the stray hairs that had fallen around her ears during the battle, and placed her hands folded in front of her.

His gaze fell upon the chaotic battlefield ahead, and a graceful and composed smile curved his lips.

"What a fine show," she commented softly, her every gesture revealing the refined manners of a noble lady from a prominent family.

Beside him, Bai Ye's behavior was completely the opposite.

This guy was standing on the throne, hands on his hips, one leg shaking back and forth.

His face was etched with the arrogance of a petty person who had achieved success, and his mouth was practically stretched to the back of his head.

The situation has reversed; people are now relying on the crab's power.

Bai Ye cleared his throat, pulled out a large megaphone, and activated his full power to start a mocking mode.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Can you hear me, you little brats up there?!" Bai Ye's voice boomed like thunder, echoing throughout the entire basin.

He first set his sights on the three angel gods who had been relentlessly pursuing him since the very beginning of the Blood Pact Arena.

"Those three winged girls in the sky! Look at me, look at me!" Bai Ye held a bone trumpet, laughing as wildly as could be.

"Why aren't you being arrogant anymore? I was chasing after the young master pretty fiercely just now! How come you're all soaked to the bone now?"

"That baby-faced girl, yes, you! Wipe away your tears, your makeup is all messed up like a ghost."

"And that aloof, icy-faced guy, why isn't your Sunbow firing? Did your hand cramp up or are you just weak?"

Bai Ye shouted with increasing excitement, "Now you've seen how powerful my Uncle Liquid Golden Crab's tentacles are, haven't you? Aren't they thick? Aren't they big?"

"I told you long ago, with your three mediocre skills, apart from your decent looks and figures, you're a complete joke when it comes to fighting."

"Look how enthusiastically those mutated angels are cutting you down!"

Heya and Misa were so angry that they trembled all over, and golden blood rushed to their heads.

They had to deal with the attacks from the mutated angels around them, and also endure such verbal insults, almost spitting out blood.

Ignoring their murderous gazes, Bai Ye turned the loudspeaker around and aimed it at two dazed deities above the Zerg army.

"Yo yo yo, isn't this the infamous Zerg, the cosmic scourge? Why are they turning on each other?"

Bai Ye clicked his tongue in amazement, shaking his head repeatedly.

"You bunch of worthless bums, relying on your lower bodies to produce offspring like crazy, that's all you deserve to produce is this number of cannon fodder."

"It's completely devoid of technical skill; they're all a bunch of low-IQ deformed kids."

"If it weren't for my Uncle Crab thinking you were dirty and rushing out first..."

"Young Master, I didn't even need to lift a finger. I could have crushed your balls with just one hand!"

Bai Ye's face was full of disdain, and he went to great lengths to insult Bai Ye's character.

"Do the Zerg have brains just to increase their height? Or is all their brain capacity used for reproduction?"

"If I were you, I'd find a block of tofu and smash my head against it right now, so I wouldn't waste the air of the Blood Pact Arena!"

Bai Ye spat on the ground: "You can't even control your own troops, what kind of divine realm war are you playing at? Go home and play in the mud!"

"Don't embarrass yourself here, you'll only offend my eyes!"

Charon and Zra were already suffering from the mothership's betrayal, and their divine power backfired severely.

Upon hearing these vicious curses, Kalon was overcome with rage and his vision went black; blood from the insects spilled from the corner of his mouth.

After finishing his rant, Bai Ye still felt unsatisfied and looked towards the west and north.

"Those horned black lumps over there! Still randomly throwing out their skills? They're all missing their mark!"

"You demons are so good at hiding, aren't you? Why don't you stop running! How does it feel to be grabbed by tentacles?"

"Look at the demons under your command, how cool it is to see them spewing steam."

"Your bloodline has been improved. From now on, don't call yourselves demons; let's call you the Steam Engine Race!"

"And those last five pieces of scrap metal hiding in the back!" Bai Ye cursed, pointing at the five mechanical deities.

"They're always bragging about their industrial strength and interstellar firepower, but what happened? All their weapons betrayed them!"

"Did you mess up your God Realm tech tree? Did you specifically choose the 'self-destruct' talent?"

"With such pathetic skills, they dare to assemble an army worth hundreds of billions to put on a show."

"The tech tree you've explored isn't even worthy of carrying my sister Xiao's shoes! It's all just junk toys that break at the slightest touch!"

Bai Ye took a deep breath and delivered his final concluding remarks.

"You bunch of scum, you think you can make a difference just by teaming up?"

"Let me tell you! A pile of garbage is still garbage! It'll just rot and stink!"

"You bunch of trash, you think you're qualified to try and scam us? Why don't you take a good look at yourselves and see what kind of people you are!"

Bai Ye's curses were continuous and unrestrained.

He stood on the throne, spitting everywhere.

They ridiculed the thirteen first-rate gods from all angles, from their strength and intelligence to their racial flaws and ancestors.