Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

High above

Austin's dark purple robe billowed in the wind.

He opened his arms and raised his proud head.

The aura emanating from the billions of corrupt and decadent troops below flowed into the ancient runes between his brows like rivers flowing into the sea.

Runes flickered, reflecting the mountains of corpses and seas of blood from ancient times.

That is power.

To have control over the boundary between life and death.

Since accepting the inheritance of the "Destroyer", his divine realm has transcended the scope of ordinary gods.

In this isolated little world, any living creature that comes into contact with its aura immediately falls into darkness, becoming a degenerate species that knows only killing.

Once these degenerate species die in battle, their corpses remain immortal.

Decaying flesh and broken veins come together, giving rise to morbid fungi.

They thus transformed into decaying species, dragging their broken bodies as they rose again.

The more people die, the larger the army of decay becomes.

Life and death operate in a completely closed loop.

This set of rules and mechanisms is precisely the source of his confidence in sweeping across all races.

Austin opened his eyes and looked down at the earth.

If only he had a little more time, he could cross the last few thresholds and condense his divine essence.

This divine realm can then be elevated to an immortal and indestructible true god kingdom.

At that time, no matter how many enemies there are, no matter how talented or brilliant they are, once they are drawn into his divine kingdom, their ultimate fate will only be to become fuel for his ascension to the throne.

Austin's gaze shifted downwards, landing on the dark mist below that was constantly devouring the alien race's kin.

These blackwater natural disasters are indeed very strange, and their assimilation ability even frightened him.

But in the face of absolute power, all demons and monsters are nothing but illusions.

"Clear this area." Austin looked down, his voice cold.

"Crush every inch of life inside, and flatten every piece of scrap metal."

"This battlefield needs no impurities."

A massive outbreak of billions of family members.

The fallen dragon roared to the sky, spewing black flames; the decaying giant pulled a broken stone pillar from the ground.

Countless monsters trampled the earth, carrying with them a deathly aura that seemed to reach the heavens, and pressed forward.

The alien deities watching from the sidelines changed their expressions drastically.

Soran of the Angel race reacted extremely quickly.

She gripped the Fiery Holy Sword tightly and retreated hundreds of miles.

Misha and Heya followed closely behind, urging the remaining family members to quickly leave the battlefield.

The air in that battle zone was filled with deadly spores; even a low-level being would develop black spots on their holy body from just a single breath.

They must concede the main battlefield.

The two demonic deities exchanged a glance, then each withdrew their demonic energy and retreated to a completely safe distance.

As he watched the unstoppable, decaying giants crushing his remaining allies with ease, a demon sneered inwardly.

"The Angel race, these nouveau riche from humble origins, are indeed arrogant because of their ancient heritage."

Another demonic deity curled his lips into a mocking smile.

"Let him play forward. Our captain also ventured deep into high-level ruins and obtained the complete inheritance of another ancient deity."

"Once the captain breaks through his cultivation level, his strength will definitely surpass that of this ten-winged birdman."

"For now, let him steal the limelight and exhaust the trump cards of those alien races."

The two talked to each other and found some balance in their hearts.

Ancient heritage is not exclusive to the Angel race.

Not far away, the Zerg's Kalon and Zerglings lay limp in the clouds.

The divine flames of the two were extremely dim.

The Zerg's kin suffered heavy casualties, and a large number of them mutated and defected. Such losses were enough to cause them to fall out of the core training sequence of the race.

Kalon clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of green insect blood.

Zra's eyes were lifeless. He had cast aside all thoughts of face and hatred.

Survival has become their only hope.

Right in the center.

Faced with a massive army of decadent and corrupt individuals, numbering in the billions but overwhelmingly superior in quality.

The Blackwater Empire displayed a completely different, wilder response.

boiling.

A vast expanse of black water and fog surged.

Countless eerie blue mechanical compound eyes lit up one after another in the depths of the black mist.

The pitch-black mist spun at high speed, condensing into hundreds of tentacles shaped like giant crab claws, tearing apart the surrounding spatial turbulence.

These raiders from the bottom of the wasteland were not afraid at all; on the contrary, they were extremely excited.

Tens of thousands of half-step legendary Liquid Gold Crab commanders occupied the void.

They felt an unprecedented hunger.

Eight-winged Fallen Seraph, Decaying Deep Sea Kraken, Fallen Sacred Tree...

The commanders stared intently at the five hundred legendary behemoths in front of them.

Eight-winged Fallen Seraph, Decaying Deep Sea Kraken, Fallen Titan, Fallen Sacred Tree...

Each one exudes an alluring, legendary fragrance.

Within the bodies of the presidents, a yearning resonates deep within their genes.

The Liquid Gold Crab clan has been stuck at the half-step legendary level for far too long.

They devoured countless wrecks and plundered massive amounts of law fragments, accumulating quantitative changes to a terrifying limit.

However, to trigger the final qualitative change and complete the race's defying fate, it was always missing that final step.

This threshold is too high.

Working in isolation and consuming ordinary resources will never lead to a breakthrough.

To advance to the Legendary rank, you must defeat a Legendary.

Strip legendary creatures of their complete rules, chew up their essence, and swallow their hearts.

These five hundred legendary creatures, exuding the aura of ancient rules, are the perfect sustenance bestowed upon them by the Creator.

Eat them!

"hiss--"

The largest and most central commander let out a roar that shattered the heavens.

This long howl heralded the start of the counterattack.

The black mist scattered throughout the battlefield began to contract and converge.

The leaders' intentions were conveyed throughout the entire venue.

The biological legion, which had previously undergone rampant infection and assimilation and completed its aberrant ascension, began to reorganize its formation.

Despite being infected while being eaten, the liquid gold crabs still managed to grow to over 10 billion in number.

The Zerg's dependents make up a full half of them.

These Zerg rely on sheer numbers to win, and their physical structures are simple and brutal.

After being infected, more than a dozen high-energy particle cannons protruded from the back of the Thunder Beast King.

The heart is stitched to a miniature nuclear fusion battery, pumping out high-temperature plasma with each beat.

The thorn beetle has lost its lower body.

They are directly integrated into the metal cockpit of the multi-legged mech.

Alloy limbs provide extremely high mobility, and the upper part of the insect body is equipped with a high-pressure acid jet pump.

The modification of the explosive mosquito was the most extreme.

Its abdominal cavity was filled with highly explosive magnetic fluid, and its tail trailed a ghostly blue electric arc, increasing its flight speed threefold.

The distorted nature of the demonic descendants is imbued with an industrial, violent aesthetic.

The lava core of the Balrog is encased in monocrystalline silicon armor.

The flaming blades he wielded were all replaced with alloy chains with high-frequency oscillating serrations.

The Shadow Demon has a space jump module implanted in its back, allowing it to pinpoint locations precisely with every blink.

The angels and their retinue were also desecrated.

The high-ranking battle angels have lost their halo of holiness.

Its back is covered with energy delivery tubes, connected to a beating mechanical heart.

The Blazing Holy Sword was reassembled and transformed into a large-caliber, ultra-high-pressure plasma sniper rifle.

The Titan's spine was replaced with a metal load-bearing column.

With twin-barreled interstellar orbital cannons on their shoulders and eerie blue flames spewing from their feet, they hover in mid-air, relying on anti-gravity engines for aerial combat.

The core mechanical race's retinue absorbed the characteristics of flesh and blood in reverse.

A massive tumor-like growth appeared inside the chest cavity of the heavy star destroyer mech, resembling a heart.

The internal electronic circuitry is perfectly intertwined with nerve fibers.

When damaged, the body automatically secretes repair mucus, no longer relying on logistical maintenance.

The swarm of nanomechanical insects absorbed massive amounts of alien blood, transforming into a crimson metallic mist with strong acidic corrosiveness.

A stitched-together monster, worth over 10 billion, stands in the wilderness, the stench of engine oil mixed with blood permeating the air.

The liquid gold crabs do not directly control this biological army; they remain aloof and only issue macro-level commands for destruction.

As for specific tactical micromanagement, that's left to the Zerg motherships that have completed their Ascension and Mutation.

More than a dozen mutated motherships, each over 10,000 meters long, hovered high in the sky.

Numerous alloy tentacles extended from the mothership's belly, and twelve nuclear-powered main reactors were embedded inside.

The biological brain of the high-level insect queen is perfectly integrated with the mechanical main control supercomputer, breaking through the limits of computing power.

Eerie and high-frequency mechanical insect chirps echoed across the battlefield.

Tactical commands were transmitted to the nerve centers of over ten billion fused monsters via an invisible data link and high-concentration biological pheromones.

There is no need to shout slogans or seek the blessing of gods.

These monsters, possessing both absolute mechanical rationality and savage flesh-and-blood instincts, displayed tactical coordination that would put even veteran commanders to shame.

The defensive line has been completed.

Five billion Zerg Fusion Monsters were at the forefront; they were absolute cannon fodder, used to deplete enemy firepower.

The Thunder Beast King's chariots formed an iron wall.

The thorn-like mechs formed a dense array of firepower.

Countless mosquitoes burst into the air, forming a thunderstorm cloud that blotted out the sun.

After merging with mechanical commands, the Zerg completely lose their instinct for fear and execute suicidal charges without the slightest hesitation.

The demonic fusion monsters followed closely behind, acting as formation rippers.

The Flame Demon Chainsaw Warrior activates its back thrusters.

Engines roared, and high-temperature steam erupted.

Once the Zerg cannon fodder has breached the enemy's defenses, they will cut into the enemy ranks and engage in close-quarters combat.

The Shadowspace Demon lurks at the edge of the void rift, locking onto high-level enemy units, ready to launch a deadly assassination at any moment.

The mutated remnants of the Machine Race and the Angel Race have taken over the long-range firepower network.

Countless heavy star-destroying flesh-and-blood mechs were lined up in a row.

A fixed cone several meters long protruded from its feet and was driven into the underground rock strata.

The sarcoma's heart beats under overload, frantically charging the main cannon of the star destroyer.

In mid-air, the mutated battle angel raised its plasma sniper rifle, its mechanical goggles locking onto any target a hundred kilometers away.

At the highest altitude, a formation of interstellar orbiting bombers cruised alongside mutated Titan giants.

The original melee mechs and the Radiant Giant Stitches stood on the outermost edge of the fire support position.

They raised thick polymer energy shields, the edges of which connected to form an energy wall hundreds of meters high.

This division of labor perfectly compensates for the natural deficiencies of each race.

The Zerg have fragile bodies, but their alloy shells provide absolute defense.

The mechanical race moves stiffly and rigidly, their flesh and nerves giving them a beast-like intuitive response.

The characteristics of different races, under the influence of the plague, cooperated in a way that far surpassed their former obedience to the gods.

Austin looked down at this bizarre and extraordinary army from his vantage point.

The arrogant smile on his lips gradually faded.

The Zerg, pushed to the front as cannon fodder, had a formation so tight it was flawless.

The firing positions, defensive layers, and assault echelons are all interconnected.

He squinted, peering over the heavily fortified defensive line and looking towards the rear of the army.

There, the Blackwater Mist Sea has ceased its wandering.

Vast wisps of mist devoured and merged with each other, eventually piling up into a towering, pitch-black mountain whose top was nowhere in sight.

Inside the giant mountain, the sounds of bones shattering and metal twisting could be heard continuously.

On the surface of the mist, pained faces occasionally emerge, only to instantly reform into cold mechanical gears.

The suppressed fluctuations of life spread out.

Austin's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, and a vague sense of unease welled up inside him.

This unease came from nowhere and pierced straight through the confidence deep within his heart.

He loathed this feeling of being out of control. He was the inheritor of an ancient true god, the sole ruler of this battlefield.

"All troops, charge! Crush them!" Austin roared.

The decaying Kraken swung its tentacles, shattering the earth. The fallen Titan raised its warhammer and charged.

At the same moment, the attack order for the mutated insect hive mothership was issued.

A mechanical monster with over 10 billion units of flesh and blood, engines running at full power, cannons roaring.

One on the left and one on the right, like two out-of-control continental plates colliding heavily.