Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

In the center of the main battlefield, the apocalyptic scene unfolds in full.

Five hundred legendary behemoths rampaged deep into the half-mechanical, half-flesh defense line.

The eight-winged fallen archangel raised his fallen greatsword high, its blade wreathed in pure black flames of power.

The sword swept across at will, causing the spatial structure between heaven and earth to collapse, and a black fault line tens of thousands of meters long rushed forward at high speed.

A mutated spiky insect fire array blocking their path, along with hundreds of heavy star-destroying flesh-and-blood mechs, disintegrated on the spot.

Superalloy armor is useless against spatial cutting.

The cut surface was as smooth as a mirror; the pulsating tumor heart inside didn't even have a chance to burst before it was annihilated by the turbulent spatial currents.

The engine oil and foul-smelling blood that had just splattered out were swept into nothingness.

On the right flank, a decaying deep-sea monster, two thousand meters long, waved dozens of thick tentacles.

The surface of the tentacles was covered with green pustules the size of houses.

It raised its head and roared, causing the rules of gravity within a radius of hundreds of miles to change.

Extreme pressure descended from the sky. Hundreds of thousands of Balrog chainsaw warriors were charging at full speed with their back engines activated, and the pressure slammed onto their shoulders.

The high-temperature steam emitted by the engine condensed on the spot.

The Flame Demon Warrior's knees slammed into the earth's crust, and his alloy skeleton shattered.

They attempt to support their bodies with high-frequency oscillating chainsaws, which twist and deform under this extreme pressure as soon as they touch the ground.

Subsequently, the bodies of these valiant warriors were completely flattened, turning into lumps of minced meat and teeth embedded in iron discs.

The army, a mix of mechanical and flesh-and-blood forces, did not retreat.

The mechanical controller forcibly locks down all fear nerves, while fleshly instincts drive them to launch the fiercest counterattack.

High in the sky, the three remaining mutated insect hive motherships abandoned their long-range bombardment.

The twelve nuclear reactors in the mothership's belly are overloaded at full power.

Large areas of the mothership's outer monocrystalline silicon scales peeled off, carrying the kinetic energy to destroy everything, and crashed straight into the foremost Fallen Titan.

"Roar!" The Fallen Titan's eyes blazed with black flames as it raised its mountain-sized warhammer and leaped into the air to meet the falling mothership.

The warhammer struck the mothership's core reactor with pinpoint accuracy. Three bursts of light, comparable to meteorite explosions, erupted in mid-air.

A devastating energy storm swept across all directions, tearing apart hundreds of thousands of mutated mosquitoes in the surrounding area.

The high-explosive magnetofluid inside the abdominal cavity of these explosive mosquitoes triggered a series of secondary explosions, with the eerie blue electric arcs and dark red explosion flames intertwining to form a sea of ​​thunderstorms.

This massive suicide attack ultimately failed to shake the bottom line of the legendary creature.

As the smoke cleared, the fallen Titans crashed to the ground.

Several large holes melted from its armor, and the muscle tissue inside was carbonized by the high temperature.

In just a few breaths, the carbonized muscles regenerate.

The colossal beast continued striding forward unscathed, crushing several remaining Thunder Beast Kings in front of it with a single foot.

No matter how fiercely the billions of mutated cannon fodder along the way fight.

They gang up and tear each other apart, they release high-pressure acid, they detonate their own core power furnaces, exhausting all means.

The five hundred legendary creatures never stopped moving forward for even a moment.

The combined forces of the two factions followed closely behind the legendary behemoth, together breaking through this defensive line of steel and flesh. Meanwhile, at the rear of the battlefield...

The region where the Blackwater Empire is located is also undergoing dramatic changes.

Previously, the volume of these dark mists had increased more than tenfold.

Now, the pitch-black fog is rising straight up against the current.

They rotate and intertwine at high speeds in the atmosphere, forming incredibly thick giant tornadoes.

The tornado connects heaven and earth, shattering the surrounding spatial turbulence, making it impossible for any light to penetrate.

As massive amounts of black water mist pour into space, the overall size of the Blackwater Empire below is shrinking at a visible rate.

Soon, the situation changed.

The light was fading from the high altitude where Bai Ye, Chu Xiaoxiao, and Su Yueying were.

The absolute darkness, so thick you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, completely replaced the unchanging dark red sky of the Blood Pact Arena.

This darkness continues to spread, crossing the battle zone and encroaching on the positions of the alien god alliance.

As darkness enveloped him, an eerie feeling welled up inside him. Bai Ye swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He discovered that the omnipresent, oppressive force of the Blood Pact Field had disappeared.

The flow of divine power within his body was now completely unimpeded, and the opening of the divine realm passage required no divine crystals.

But this is not a good thing.

When ordinary people face impending natural disasters such as tsunamis, earthquakes, and volcanic eruptions, their hearts pound uncontrollably and their hair stands on end.

At this moment, this extreme sense of impending doom lingered in the minds of the three, and they could not shake it off.

The ten mechanical deities assimilated by Chu Xiaoxiao showed the most obvious reaction.

The normal red light in their electronic eyes began to flash, and eventually, a virtual star-shaped eye appeared.

Bai Ye, who is usually very talkative and would love to shout at everyone through a megaphone, obediently shut his mouth this time.

Without uttering a word, he channeled all his divine power to soothe the restless Void Dream Spirits.

"Don't be afraid, don't tremble, get to work." Bai Ye thought to himself.

"I can be resurrected even if I die here, but my family can't all perish here." Bai Ye quickly formed hand seals and opened three divine realm portals in one go.

Upon receiving the command, the Void Dream Spirit opened its mouth wide, and a dark spatial vortex formed within it.

Below, the remaining undead army, having received the recall order, abandoned their severed limbs and surged toward the spatial gate without looking back.

Even with broken wings, the bone dragons tried to climb in, and the sea of ​​skeletons scrambled to squeeze through the gate.

Su Yueying and Chu Xiaoxiao watched Bai Ye busy himself, but they stood still without making any move.

On the one hand, they lack strategic-level companions like the Void Dream Spirit, who possess spatial absorption capabilities.

At this point, it's completely unrealistic to try and transport all the scattered remnants of the army back.

On the other hand, standing in this extreme darkness, their bodies instinctively resisted any large movements.

Su Yueying looked up and gazed at the deep night sky.

Her palms, gripping the greatsword of judgment, were sweaty.

The dark gold angels uneasily folded their wings and whimpered softly.

What level of monster followers did Lin Yuan cultivate in the wasteland ruins? Gods are supposed to be high above, ignoring the fears of the mortal world.

However, all of this was directly bypassing all obstacles and acting on the deity herself, invisibly disrupting her fighting spirit.

Compared to the reactions of the other two, Chu Xiaoxiao's behavior was quite unusual.

She pushed up her black-rimmed glasses.

The lens was covered in gibberish, making it impossible to analyze any valid data.

Chu Xiaoxiao stared at the endless black water tornado, her eyes revealing an extreme madness.

Reason burned to its limit, and the madness of his outburst erupted.

come on.

Give me a little more.

Let the storm rage on; at worst, we'll all perish together here.

Chu Xiaoxiao's lips curled into a sickly sneer.

She turned her head, her gaze falling on the several assimilated mechanical deities beside her. Even if she died, she wouldn't die in vain.

Chu Xiaoxiao's fingers tapped rapidly on the virtual keyboard.

Locate the spatial coordinates of a distant meteorite.

That traitor who betrayed them.

She had pre-programmed an ultimate self-destruction procedure, until the moment when there was truly no turning back.

These mechanical deities will instantly tear through space, rush to the starfall, and self-destruct, determined to take someone down with them.

This traitor must die today!

The gaze pierced through the darkness and landed on the camp of the alien god alliance.

As the surrounding environment grew darker, the same sense of despair that mortals felt when facing natural disasters descended upon the hearts of these alien gods.

The demon gods folded their wings, and the insectoid gods Charon and Zerg stopped wailing.

They stood frozen in the clouds, staring at the black tornado that stretched straight to the sky, utterly bewildered by this group of Black Mist Calamities with their explosive combat power.

Why did they suddenly abandon direct combat and pull off such a shocking stunt? The Zerg god Charon wiped the green blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice trembling.

"What on earth are those Black Mist Cataclysms up to? They were fighting so well, and suddenly they abandoned their ground positions? And why is it all dark now?"

The demon god looked nervously at the black tornadoes.

"Something's wrong. My divine body is trembling; something terrible is hidden within. Should we retreat?"

Misa, a member of the Angel God Clan, bit her lower lip, her face turning deathly pale.

The high-ranking battle angels had long lost their former composure; they stared at the sky in terror, as if they had witnessed the end of the world.

The crowd was filled with doubt and fear.

They couldn't comprehend the black mist that had just been fighting and devouring everything on the ground.

Why did it suddenly turn towards the sky, creating such a terrifying celestial phenomenon?

Just then, a burst of wild laughter came from high above.

The alien gods all looked up.

Austin hovered in mid-air, his ten black flame wings spread wide. He tilted his head back, letting out bursts of maniacal laughter. "Look! That's fear of ancient gods! That's the wailing of ants!"

"In the face of absolute power, any fancy tricks are a joke!"

The alien gods saw Austin's manic, confident demeanor.

Seeing that the five hundred legendary followers at the front line had been empowered by the power of the universe's rules, their arrogance grew even stronger.

The anxiety that had been building among the crowd subsided somewhat.

Although Austin is an incomprehensible madman, driven by a nouveau riche mentality.

However, it cannot be denied that his strength firmly stands at the top of the Blood Pact Arena.

Since he maintained this arrogant attitude from beginning to end, it means there shouldn't be any major problems.

He should be able to handle that mysterious black mist.

Little did they know, Austin, who had high hopes for them, was already in a state of panic.

Austin's facial muscles twitched slightly from forcing a laugh, and his heart was beating three times faster than usual.

The encroaching darkness filled him with extreme unease. No! He couldn't wait any longer!

Austin watched as his five hundred legendary creatures finally broke through the defensive line built by half-flesh and half-machine cannon fodder.

His eyes lit up, as if he had grasped at the last straw.

He immediately and decisively issued a divine decree through the channel of faith.

"Charge!"

Austin's voice echoed in the minds of the five hundred legendary behemoths.

His tone was slightly off due to nervousness, filled with hysterical gossip.

"Hurry up! Crush them! That disgusting black mist, smash it all through! Smash it all!"

Austin was waving his arms and legs in mid-air, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"Hurry! Tear those tornadoes apart! You are invincible legends!"

"Go eat them! Hahaha! They're all utterly worthless garbage!"

Having received the oracle of Austin's madness, five hundred legendary creatures simultaneously unleashed a deafening roar.

The eight-winged fallen archangel raised his greatsword, the decaying deep-sea kraken brandished its tentacles, and the fallen titan strode forward.

The power of the rules of heaven and earth converged on them.

Space cutting, gravity compression, life extraction.

Various laws and radiances intertwined on them, and their power levels rose steadily, directly reaching the limit that their physical bodies could withstand.

Five hundred legendary behemoths, treading on oil and bits of flesh scattered on the ground.

They launched a desperate charge towards the pitch-black sky in the distance, towards several dark tornadoes that stretched from the sky to the ground.

His body cast a long shadow across the wilderness.

The few remaining mechanical monsters along the way disintegrated into the finest metal powder upon contact with the shockwaves they emitted.

Just as these five hundred giant beasts, representing the pinnacle of the divine realm's combat power, charged out of the battle line with overwhelming force.

All the gods present felt a jolt in their hearts at the same time.

Austin stopped laughing, his eyes widening as he stared intently ahead. Bai Ye ceased his actions of dispersing his family and looked up blankly.

Su Yueying and Chu Xiaoxiao held their breath.

In the sky, drops of pure black rain slowly fell.

It started raining black rain.