Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The loudspeaker's blare echoed across the basin, each word piercing the heart and dripping with blood.

Su Yueying stood at the back, listening to these foul and obscene words, and shook her head repeatedly.

She found it noisy.

This guy has absolutely no bottom line when he starts cursing; he doesn't even spare people's ancestors for eighteen generations.

However, Su Yueying couldn't help but smile slightly.

She had to admit that Bai Ye was a scoundrel, but when things were on their side, it was really satisfying to hear him spout such nonsense.

Watching the alien gods who had been besieging them suffer humiliation and insults without being able to retaliate was more satisfying than simply cutting off their heads.

Chu Xiaoxiao stood on the mechanical Frankenstein's monster, data streaming rapidly across the lens.

The tactics panel shows that our side has successfully escaped the danger zone.

The Blackwater Empire has completely taken over the front lines and is devouring the hundreds of billions of alien allied forces at an alarming rate.

Everything is developing in an extremely optimistic direction.

But Chu Xiaoxiao couldn't laugh.

She knew very well what these thirteen deities were like before her.

None of the Protoss, Titans, and Starfall, including those acting as decoys from afar, were truly deadly threats.

The real threat hangs overhead.

Chu Xiaoxiao raised her head and looked up at the figure in the sky wearing a dark purple robe.

Captain of the Angel race, Austin.

This person didn't make a single move from beginning to end, yet his aura remained steadily at the level of a demigod at the eighth stage.

"Demigod Eighth Transformation..." Chu Xiaoxiao murmured softly.

When a deity enters this realm, it means that a follower who has broken through to the legendary rank has been born within the divine realm.

Legendary rank is a life level that completely surpasses all other unit types on the current battlefield.

Chu Xiaoxiao glanced at the raging Blackwater natural disaster ahead.

These liquid gold crabs are indeed ridiculously strong, and their assimilation ability is extremely domineering.

Whether they can withstand the direct impact of a legendary-rank familiar remains to be seen.

In the southern war zone, the situation has collapsed.

The gates to the Zerg's divine realm are teetering on the brink of collapse.

On the battlefield below, more than a dozen mutated Zerg motherships are leading a large number of defected Zerg troops in a brutal massacre of their former brethren.

High-frequency oscillating particle blades shredded the Thunder Beast King's thick leather armor, while large-caliber matter annihilation cannons blasted apart the swarms of exploding mosquitoes.

The mortality rate of the Zerg's dependents has skyrocketed, approaching half in a short period of time.

Karon and Zella hovered in mid-air, trembling all over.

A tearing pain shot through the depths of his soul.

The karmic backlash from the mass deaths of their relatives is flowing back into the depths of their divine fire through the threads of faith.

Kalon bent down and spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling, green insect blood.

Countless cracks appeared on the already menacing surface of the insect's shell, and the flame of its soul dimmed considerably.

Zura's condition was equally dire; all the membrane wings on her back were broken, and she was barely breathing.

This is just the beginning!

Those wisps of black mist were still assimilating the remaining insect queens.

If we continue to let it go unchecked...

Once all their followers are wiped out, Charon and Zra's divine realm will shatter on the spot, and they can then declare their farewell to the world.

The fear of life and death overwhelmed their psychological defenses.

Face? Dignity? The pride of a first-rate deity of a foreign race?

When it comes to survival, they're all worthless trash!

Kalon wiped the insect blood from the corner of his mouth, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He looked up at Austin, who was leisurely floating in the sky, his insect wings flapping on his back.

Zilla immediately followed.

The two Zerg deities, dragging their heavily wounded bodies, rushed straight into the sky.

It's still over a hundred meters away from Austin.

The two of them suddenly buckled in mid-air and knelt down in the void with a thud.

"Lord Austin! Help!"

Kalon let out a wail as his head slammed heavily against the spatial barrier in front of him, creating ripples.

"It's all our Zerg's fault! We were blind to their true worth!"

Caron braced himself on the ground with both hands, his posture so humble that he was practically buried in the mud.

"My lord, you possess the inheritance of an ancient true god, your strength is unparalleled throughout history, surpassing all others in the entire Blood Pact Arena!"

"Those lowly humans below are less than bedbugs in a sewer compared to you!"

"Please, Your Majesty, have mercy! Show your supreme divine power and save us, your poor family!"

Seeing how hard Karon was fighting, Zla was afraid of falling behind, so he quickly crawled forward two steps.

Her tone rose even higher, even carrying a hint of nauseating sobs.

"My lord! Your talent is extraordinary, and your divine might is unparalleled! How can a mere squad leader of the Angel God race be worthy of your noble status!"

Zila roared hoarsely, his voice dripping with obsequiousness.

"With the power you currently wield, the supreme throne of the angelic race will undoubtedly belong to you in the future!"

"No! Even dominating all the races in the entire universe would be a piece of cake for you!"

"We, the Zerg, are willing to be your vassals for generations to come! To serve you as your horse handler and stirrup bearer!"

"If you, sir, will save us today, then wherever your sword points in the future, our Zerg army will be the next to march! We will fight to the death!"

The two voices, imbued with divine power, echoed throughout the entire meteorite basin.

In the western war zone, two demonic deities were still struggling, desperately using divine magic to resist the lashes of the black water tentacles.

Upon hearing the Zerg's astonishing pleas for mercy, the two exchanged a glance.

"Those two Zerg spineless cowards are truly shameless..." a demon god cursed through gritted teeth.

"Let's kneel too, survival is the most important thing," another demon sighed.

He watched helplessly as his Balrogs and Shadow Demons were reduced to half-machine, half-flesh monsters.

If we keep stubbornly resisting like this, we'll inevitably become the prey of this black fog disaster.

Go with the flow!

The two demonic deities quickly suppressed their demonic energy and retracted their demonic wings.

They bowed low, their posture extremely submissive, and shouted in loud voices.

"Lord Austin! The Zerg brothers are right! You are bathed in ancient glory and are destined to ascend to the pinnacle of divinity!"

The demonic deities loudly echoed their agreement.

"The bizarre tricks these clowns pull are utterly insignificant compared to your absolute power!"

"We humbly request that you display your divine power and cleanse this battlefield of its filth, so that we may witness your magnificence!"

Due north.

The five mechanical gods watched as their star-destroying mechs all defected, their cannons already aimed at the gates of their divine realm.

The law of survival is above all calculations of dignity.

"The data logic has been rebuilt. In the current situation, only Lord Austin's absolute military force can break the deadlock."

The leading liquid metal deity canceled all combat commands and respectfully lowered its head.

"Lord Austin, the Machine Race requests your assistance."

"After this is accomplished, we are willing to unconditionally open the core database of the third-tier divine realm technology as a reward for your efforts, and we will forever remember your kindness."

The entire battlefield was instantly filled with cries for help and flattery from gods of various races.

Behind the Angel Protoss battlefield.

Misha and Heya looked extremely displeased as they listened to these nauseating compliments.

Misa's delicate, doll-like face flushed red, and her eyes blazed with fury.

Heya gripped the Sunbow tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Nausea!

That's disgusting!

These alien races have absolutely no backbone; they'll say anything, no matter how vulgar, just to survive.

Especially those two idiots from the Zerg, who dared to say that Austin would become the king of the Angels in the future?

Absolutely absurd!

In Misha and Hea's subconscious, the angel race was strictly hierarchical, and bloodline determined everything.

Austin was nothing more than a lowly commoner who crawled out of the slums.

Once a lowly person, always a lowly person!

Even if he has hit the jackpot and obtained an ancient inheritance.

No matter how powerful one becomes, one cannot wash away the base, nouveau riche mentality that is ingrained in one's bones.

Should such a person be allowed to ascend the throne of the angelic race?

Does that mean that in the future, these pure angels with noble bloodlines will be...

To be trampled underfoot by Austin, or even reduced to his subservient status, and allowed to give orders at his behest?

Just thinking about this possibility made Misha and Heya feel a wave of nausea wash over them, and the urge to vomit surged to their heads.

Soran stood in mid-air, holding the flaming holy sword.

She coldly watched the large numbers of defecting battle angels around her, and saw those once holy followers grow exhaust pipes and tumors.

Solan did not lose control of his emotions like Misha and Hea.

She can distinguish reality from fiction, and even more so from the distinction between king and queen.

The current situation is clear: if Austin doesn't intervene, they'll all be wiped out here today.

Even worse, in order to finish the battle quickly, they had already depleted their reserves of divine crystals.

He opened the divine portal at maximum power and deployed all his followers to the battlefield.

Now we can't leave even if we want to!

Without enough divine crystals to provide the energy to close the channel, the infected followers cannot be taken back at all.

They could only watch helplessly as all their hard work became part of the black fog catastrophe.

More importantly, Austin hasn't released a single member of his household yet.

If he wanted to leave, he could tear through space at any time and leave them here to die.

Solan suppressed his resentment.

She turned around to face Austin high in the sky.

"Captain Austin"

Solan lowered his head slightly, his voice was clear and cold, his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, but he also gave the other party enough face.

"The enemy's methods are insidious, and the devouring ability of this black mist is extraordinary. Delaying will only increase our casualties."

"Captain, you possess profound knowledge and control ancient power. We urge you to intervene, end this farce, and restore the illustrious reputation of our angel race."

After speaking, Solan turned his head and his sharp gaze swept over Misa and Heya beside him.

That was a warning look, signaling them to speak up and cooperate.

Misa bit her lower lip and stared at the clouds below her feet.

Heya turned her head away, pretending not to see.

Neither of them wanted to bow down to that lowly commoner.

Solan's eyes turned cold, and he released a wisp of demigod-like pressure.

Sensing the anger of their leader, Misha and Heya trembled.

They knew very well that if they didn't speak up now, they would offend not only Austin, but also Solan.

The two women reluctantly raised their heads, their faces flushed, and whispered in agreement.

"To glorify...the angelic race..."

Their dry, agreeing voices sounded worse than crying.

High in the sky.

Austin stood with his hands behind his back, his ten pure black wings flapping slowly, their edges crackling with destructive lightning.

He looked down.

Watching the Zerg, known as a natural disaster, kneel and kowtow, and seeing the proud and aloof Demon race bow their heads.

Watching the cold and rational mechanical race grant them core access.

Most importantly, there were Solan, Misha, and Heya, who usually held themselves in high esteem within the clan and never even gave him a second glance.

Now she obediently lowered her head and begged him for help.

Austin's vanity swelled to its peak at this moment.

The dark purple rune between his brows shone brightly, and the remnant spirit of the ancient true god seemed to be pleased with this submission.

He had actually wanted to make a move for a long time.

Even before those wisps of black mist had fully split apart and taken shape, he had already seen how troublesome this thing was.

But he stubbornly held back.

Why?

This is the moment I've been waiting for!

These first-rate deities were arrogant and self-important, completely ignorant of the rules.

We must not let them suffer too much, nor push them to the brink of despair.

How could they know how to be grateful, how could they know how to completely submit to him, Austin?

Now, the time has come. They collectively cry for help, bowing their heads and admitting defeat.

Austin couldn't help but laugh wildly, looking up at the sky.

These pathetic ants have no idea what kind of power he now wields.

The Blood Pact Field can suppress all external deities.

Using divine magic here consumes twice the divine power.

Opening the Divine Realm Channel to deploy followers requires a massive amount of divine crystals as fuel.

This is common sense, an ironclad rule.

But Austin has defied this ironclad rule!

His divine portal can be opened anytime, anywhere, an unlimited number of times, within this meteorite basin.

His divine magic does not require any extra divine power.

These idiots are still racking their brains over running out of divine crystals, and are still in agony over not being able to get their followers back.

Austin was filled with contempt.

With just a thought, he could unleash all the hidden cards within the divine realm, without worrying about any losses.

Austin stopped laughing and slowly raised his right hand.

"Open your eyes and look carefully."

Austin's voice echoed across the sky, shattering the clouds for miles around.

"What is a true... natural disaster!"

He suddenly swung his hand down in a chop.

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand...

The dark red sky behind Austin, like fragile glass, began to collapse and shatter in large sections.

Countless dark purple divine gates, tens of thousands of meters high, opened wide between heaven and earth.

With a single thought, billions of divine beings from the divine realms were mobilized!