Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

One after another, towering, dark purple divine gates, each tens of thousands of meters high, opened simultaneously above the basin.

An immense pressure descended from the gate, causing the raging spatial turbulence around them to freeze for a moment.

Austin hovered high in the air, looking down at the entire arena, his eyes filled with manic ecstasy.

Within the Angel race, there is a strict hierarchy, and bloodline determines everything.

The divine realms where normal angels awaken are mostly of the categories of light, holiness, and purification.

Almost all of the divine realms awakened by newborns within the clan possess these sacred attributes.

Austin, however, was an outlier.

On the day the divine realm awakened, no holy light descended from the sky; instead, endless darkness enveloped the entire testing ground.

S+ level initial divine realm, Fallen Heavenly Realm.

Inside was a desolate world where the sun never shone.

A broken, black sun hangs high in the sky, while foul-smelling black swamps flow across the earth.

The vegetation growing within the divine realm is all shaped like twisted, wailing human faces.

Any living being that falls into it will be tainted by the aura of corruption, turning into a cruel and bloodthirsty dark species.

The Abyss now roams the universe, constantly plotting to invade all races and beings.

Possessing such a divine talent with an "abyssal aura" would attract interrogation from the disciplinary department in any major clan.

They are even more unforgivable heretics among the self-proclaimed angels and gods who pride themselves on light and justice.

Those high-ranking nobles were about to order the execution of this lurking menace on the spot.

If it weren't for Lord Caleb's intervention against all opposition, he would have been burned to ashes by the sacred fire long ago.

His humble origins, coupled with his taboo presence in the divine realm.

This caused Austin to suffer constant scorn within his own clan.

Solan, Misha, and other orthodox high-ranking deities would not even deign to give him a second glance.

He endured, he lay low.

Until he obtained the remnant spirit inheritance of that ancient true god within the Blood Pact Arena.

"The Destroyer".

This legacy perfectly aligns with his Fallen Heaven.

At the end of depravity lies decay.

Extreme decay can give rise to strange, morbid vitality.

"Come forth, my people," Austin uttered in an obscure, ancient divine language.

The thunderous sound of hooves echoed from inside the first gate.

One after another, nightmare beasts, hundreds of meters long, charged out.

These colossal beasts had single horns and their four hooves trod on eerie purple flames.

They were once holy unicorns of light, but fell into the Fallen Heaven.

Its pure white fur fell off, and hard, black scales grew in its place. The horn no longer emitted a healing light, but instead spewed poisonous fire that burned the soul.

Soon, hundreds of millions of corrupted creatures surged forth like a tidal wave.

The Light Spirits, once renowned throughout the universe for their sacred chants, have all been transformed into twisted lumps of flesh covered in chaotic scriptures.

They hovered in mid-air, their bodies splitting open into countless mouths filled with sharp teeth, chanting insane curses.

The Holy Lion, its golden mane transformed into writhing venomous snakes, its eyes dripping black water that corrodes the earth.

The Priest of Light, a sacred profession that once held high the staff to bless all living beings.

Now he wears a tattered gray robe, his back bulging high, filled with wriggling parasites.

Five billion corrupted creatures filled the eastern sky.

From the other half of the divine realm gate, an even more terrifying scene emerged.

Decaying organisms.

This is a new species born from the death of a corrupted creature, after it has been reborn through decay and regeneration.

Large numbers of monsters, their flesh and bones torn apart, crawled out of the passage. They had no complete torsos.

Between the bones and the remaining flesh, there was a thick, green pus and rampant, glowing fungi.

Each dragon was reduced to a skeleton, with green, decaying fire flickering in its eye sockets, and a massive fungal host growing in its chest cavity.

The mother's pulse, transmitting a pathological life force, drives the bone dragon back into the sky.

The broken giant dragged half of his rotting intestines, the end of which was attached to a rusty hammer.

With each breath, it expels a large cloud of deadly green spore mist.

Depravity, death, decay.

A massive army of hundreds of millions of dependents quickly filled the void left by the sweeping attack of the liquid gold crab army.

The alien gods stared in disbelief at all of this.

But what truly suffocated them was yet to come.

"boom!"

The three main gates of the central divine realm opened simultaneously.

A legendary creature has arrived.

A towering figure, 1,500 meters tall, stepped forward first.

This is an eight-winged fallen archangel.

Its wings were made entirely of pure black flames, its face was hidden beneath a pitch-black mask, and it held a corrupted greatsword almost as tall as itself.

With a casual swing of the giant sword, a black hole a hundred meters in diameter was created in the void in front of him.

Legendary Tier 1!

Immediately following, a decaying behemoth exceeding two thousand meters in size squeezed out of the gate.

Its physical body had long since perished, and its entire body was covered with a thick layer of dark green fungal carpet.

The fungal carpet was covered with pustules, from which venom powerful enough to melt stars would occasionally flow.

It roared to the sky, and the sound waves transformed into a tangible green storm that swept across the land.

Legendary Fallen Titan, Legendary Decaying Deep Sea Kraken, Legendary Fallen Sacred Tree...

Five hundred!

Five hundred legendary creatures, each over a kilometer long and exuding an aura of order, lined up on the horizon.

The ratio of depravity to decay remains at three to two.

When this force appeared, it caused a slight distortion in the gravity rules of the entire battlefield.

All the alien deities present gasped in astonishment.

Most of their high-ranking subordinates remained at the peak of the Epic level.

Even the occasional appearance of a half-legendary creature is treated like a treasure.

And Austin, with a wave of his hand, summons five hundred truly legendary creatures!

"No wonder..." Caron knelt in mid-air, his voice trembling.

The two demonic deities retreated repeatedly, fearing they would be contaminated by the spreading spore-poisonous mist.

They finally understood why Austin dared to be aloof and superior from beginning to end.

The deity's own realm transformed into that of a demigod at the eighth level, and along with it, the entire retinue of the divine realm also underwent a qualitative change that transcended dimensions.

If it weren't for the emergence of a monstrous mechanical god among humans, and that bizarre and unpredictable black fog calamity...

Austin alone, with his army of billions of corrupt and decadent beings, is enough to make all the gods in the Blood Pact Field feel troubled.

The Angel God Clan squad is no longer some kind of top-tier team.

With this monster in charge, we have the foundation to challenge for first place.

Below the battlefield, Austin's retinue began its advance.

The decaying giant in the front row strode forward, passing by several surviving demonic fire demons.

The Balrog was originally an ally, and was planning to follow the giant and take advantage of his power.

The decaying giant lowered its head, and a flash of green fire appeared in its empty eye sockets.

It stretched out its large, fungus-covered hand and grabbed the fire demon by the neck.

"roar!"

The Balrog struggled, its lava scorching the giant's hands.

The giant felt no pain, opened its blood-red maw, and bit off the fire demon's head.

After chewing twice, it spat out a pool of bone fragments mixed with lava.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The headless fire demon corpse did not fall.

Green fungi rapidly sprouted from the wound, intertwining and weaving together to reshape a temporary head made of fungi in the blink of an eye.

The scorching magma on the Balrog's body gradually died down, turning into a decaying body flowing with green pus, and then joined the ranks of the decaying army.

The Fallen Unicorn was equally violent, crushing several Zerg Spiny Insects with its four hooves, and spewing black flames that directly assimilated the remaining Zerg into Fallen Demon Insects.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" Seeing this, Kalon cursed in desperation, desperately trying to summon back his remaining defeated troops.

These monsters don't distinguish between friend and foe!

Any living thing that stands in their way is either torn apart or assimilated.

Behind the human forces.

Bai Ye knelt on the back of the Void Dream Spirit.

He stared wide-eyed at the countless fallen dragons flying through the sky.

His eyes nearly popped out as he looked at the several legendary fallen angels, each a thousand meters long.

The nascent hope of turning the tide was instantly shattered into dust.

"Holy crap, this guy's cheating!"

Bai Ye clutched his head with both hands, frantically pulling at his hair.

"Where the hell did this cheater come from? Five hundred legendary-level monsters? And that Rot Infection thing, it's even more outrageous than my necromancer's corpse-converting technique!"

He got down on all fours and began to kowtow to the Blackwater Empire in front of him.

"Grandpa Crab! Ancestor Crab!"

"Brother Lin Yuan has always treated you to the best of everything, now it's your turn to make a difference!"

Bai Ye kept muttering to himself, his face filled with a desperate yet comical expression.

"That birdman with ten black wings on the other side releases something that's both smelly and hard."

"You have strong stomachs and good digestive abilities, so please don't be picky about food. Just swallow it all in one gulp, okay?"

After reciting the Blackwater Empire, Bai Ye raised his head again and let out a mournful howl towards the void.

"Brother Lin Yuan! Father Lin! Which historical site are you slacking off in?! Come out and save the day!"

"No matter how powerful your Blackwater Kin is, their numbers are limited. The enemy has tens of billions, plus five hundred legendary-level overlords!"

"I'm waiting online! Urgent! If you don't come soon, you'll only be able to come and collect my and Miss Su's corpses!"

"No, we might not even be able to save the body, sob sob sob..."

Su Yueying, standing to the side, ignored Bai Ye's antics.

She rested her hands on the Judgment Greatsword, gazing towards the corrupted creatures' camp to the east.

The so-called layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Of all the gods present, she was the one who felt Austin's power most deeply.

Because the path she took to the divine realm was, in some ways, quite similar to that of Austin.

Su Yueying also has a fallen angel race under her command.

However, when she carefully observed that legendary eight fallen seraphim.

When he compared himself to the fallen angels behind him, a strong sense of powerlessness welled up inside him.

The gap is too big.

The two sides are not even on the same level.

Su Yueying was well aware of the true worth of her family.

Her fallen angels were a tyrannical species born from the forced severing of the Holy Light faith by relying on the dark gold energy.

This kind of degeneration remains on the surface; it is a physical transformation accomplished with the help of external forces.

Once the dark gold energy is exhausted, the fallen angel's combat power will be greatly reduced, resulting in a backlash of mental instability.

But the corrupt creatures under Austin's command were different.

Su Yueying could sense that the corrupt aura emanating from that eight-winged seraph was pure to the extreme.

It is a new divinity born from the deepest part of the soul, from the root rules of the divine realm, having completely abandoned the light.

Its breathing, its movements, all conform to the rules and rhythms of the dark side of the universe.

It needs no external force to maintain it; its very nature is depravity.

This kind of suppression by the underlying rules caused a certain degree of unrest among the Dark Gold Angels behind Su Yueying.

The bloodline intimidation of a higher-ranking being over a lower-ranking one caused even the Dark Gold Angel's sword-wielding hand to tremble slightly.

"Flawless rules of corruption, coupled with the decaying life force empowered by ancient laws..."

Su Yueying bit her lower lip lightly, and cold sweat seeped from her palms as she gripped the sword hilt.

On the other side, the data stream was rapidly refreshing on Chu Xiaoxiao's lens, calculating the difference in combat power between the enemy and ourselves.

Despite the unreasonable lineup, she showed little sign of panic.

In this blood oath arena where top geniuses from all races gather, it's impossible to rely on a single trick to succeed.

Other alien races also possess profound resources, and there are always a few monsters lurking in the shadows.

Austin's performance truly overwhelmed the three of them.

Chu Xiaoxiao turned her head slightly.

The gaze passed over the battlefield ahead and landed on the churning, surging, constantly splitting and reassembling Blackwater Catastrophe.

Five hundred legendary followers, a decadent and corrupt army worth billions.

All hope for life.

Everything rests on this eerie black mist; can it still create a miracle...?