Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The fallen behemoth shattered the rocky ground beneath its feet, and with a sudden burst of power from its strong thighs, it launched itself into the air.

The decaying creature spread its wings, stirring up a foul, greenish wind.

Billions of troops converged into a towering tide, flowing upstream through the broken clouds in mid-air.

In the depths of darkness, pairs of eerie blue eyes lit up simultaneously.

These eyeballs are covered with intricate data patterns, and mechanical gears pulsate deep within the pupils.

As my eyes moved, they fell upon the billions of troops charging against the tide below.

As the eyeball appeared, all sorts of strange sounds rang out from the clouds.

These are the lingering echoes left behind by creatures that once perished in the Black Water Mist.

The Shadow Demon's dying roar, the Holy Angel's wailing as its aura shattered.

The crisp sound of a mantis's shell shattering, the metallic synthesized sound of a mechanical insect in motion.

Countless noises intertwined, crashing directly onto the billions of troops. The most deadly danger lay hidden deep within these noises.

"Roar!" A majestic dragon roar drowned out all other sounds.

This is the roar of the Fallen Bone Dragon King.

The next second, the eight-winged fallen seraph cried out, the decaying deep-sea kraken whispered, and the fallen titan roared in battle.

It lingered in the sky for a long time.

Five hundred voices, all from the most powerful kings in the Asgard of Austin.

They were once the leaders to whom this army of billions swore to serve, the objects to whom they instinctively obeyed from the depths of their blood.

The king's aura, though separated by space, forcefully restrained these lower-ranking subordinates.

The sound penetrated the ears of the family members and directly invaded their souls.

The tens of millions of decaying ghouls at the forefront froze in their tracks.

They both hovered in mid-air, the ghastly green flames in their eye sockets flickering and dancing.

The fallen giant's warhammer hovered above his head, unable to fall for a long time.

They stared blankly upwards, a deep sense of disorientation in their empty eyes. The army's charge came to an abrupt halt.

The dazed state lasted only a few seconds.

The weak souls of lower-level creatures are completely unable to withstand the pollution laws mixed in with the black mist and delirium.

A rotting ghoul let out a miserable howl.

Its skull cracked open, and jet-black blood gushed out.

Several rusty metal gears protruded from the wound. The gears meshed together and rotated at high speed.

Its limbs withered rapidly, and several heavy hydraulic rods pierced out from its knee joints.

This ghoul has undergone a mutation, becoming both mechanical and fleshy.

The eerie green flames in his eyes died down, replaced by a ghostly blue electronic glow.

It turned its head, split its jaws, and revealed sharp metal serrations.

Before a nearby mutated creature could react, it bit off the other's neck.

Engine oil and rotten blood were sprayed simultaneously. This mutation spread rapidly among the army of dependents.

Millions of winged fallen angels are flapping their wings in mid-air.

The next second, the feathers on their backs fell off in large patches.

On the bare back, flesh rolled outwards, and several thick metal exhaust pipes grew out violently.

They dropped their black longswords, their arms torn open, and a pair of high-frequency particle light blades vibrating at high speed replaced their hands.

The fallen angels emitted synthesized laughter.

They turned their guns on their comrades who were still in a daze.

Particle light blades swung, slicing open the bodies of their comrades.

An internal conflict broke out.

Hundreds of millions of lower-ranking relatives turned against them.

Before the decaying mages could even cast a shield, the skeleton soldiers behind them had already pierced their chests with a single blow.

The corrupted dragon tumbled through the sky as several mutated dragon flies rushed into its mouth, causing an explosion that shattered its jaws. A torrential rain of blood, flesh fragments, and metal debris rained down from the sky.

Austin stood behind, his eyes blazing with fury.

All his hard work was ruined, and the intense sense of defeat stimulated his fragile nerves.

"Stop! Die, all of you!" Austin yelled at the top of his lungs.

He waved his arm, and divine power flowed along the threads of faith, directly into the bodies of his relatives who were not completely infected.

"Wake up!" Austin's voice exploded in the minds of all the uninfected members of the family.

This divine power carries an absolute will to command.

A sharp pain shot through the minds of some of the mid- and high-ranking followers, causing them to tremble all over, finally waking them from the king's delirium.

When they opened their eyes, they saw a living hell.

The companion beside him has turned into a disfigured, stitched-together monster, tearing at his own flesh.

"Purge the heretics!" An epic-rank fallen overlord roared, raising his giant axe.

With a single axe stroke, it cleaved a mutated, fallen angel in two, man and mechanical arm intact. The army was split in two.

A portion of the lower and middle-ranking dependents, under the command of the warlord, remained to clear out the mutated monsters while stabilizing the defensive line.

The other core elite group consists entirely of epic-level peak creatures, numbering in the tens of millions.

Urged on by the oracle of Austin, they abandoned the chaos behind them and continued to climb upwards, heading straight for the eerie blue eyeball at the dark zenith.

Tens of millions of epic-level peak creatures, braving the black rain overhead, gritted their teeth and charged upwards.

The elemental disasters in the sky are becoming increasingly violent.

A black tornado swept across the sky.

More than a dozen epic-rank decaying two-headed dragons were caught off guard and swept into the eye of the storm.

Hail fell.

Each of these hailstones was as large as a meteorite and carried an extremely cold chill.

An epic, corrupted titan raised its massive shield to block.

Hailstones pelted the shield, bursting into a cloud of white frost. The frost spread rapidly, freezing the Titan's arm in an instant.

The Titan roared, trying to shatter the ice.

With a little force, the entire arm shattered into countless ice shards.

The blue lightning is even more deadly.

Thunderbolts crisscrossed the clouds, striking precisely at the massive target.

Just as a group of decaying behemoths, hundreds of meters long, poked their heads out, azure lightning struck down.

An electric arc pierced through the skull, and the high temperature evaporated the brain marrow.

The giant beast lost control and crashed straight to the ground.

Every meter of the path to the sky was littered with corpses.

Epic-tier peak creatures exhibited extremely strong resilience.

They stood on the corpses of their companions, withstanding the erosion of various extreme disasters.

They formed a defensive formation. The Fallen Paladin erected a dark shield, and the Decaying Mage cast a Death and Aging Barrier, forcibly weakening the power of the hail and lightning.

Finally, the leading million peak-level behemoths pierced through the thick layer of thunderstorms.

They broke through the calamity's blockade and successfully reached the summit.

The Fallen Behemoth roared.

It stood on the clouds, its ten sharp claws extended, ready to tear apart the darkness before it.

It raised its arms high, ready to exert force, but the movement stopped in mid-air.

The Behemoth lowered its head, staring blankly at its arms.

The thick, hairy arms had already changed.

The black hair had completely disappeared, and the hydraulic rods and high-strength alloy bone plates completely filled the flesh and blood.

Each finger transforms into a gleaming, high-frequency vibrating blade.

It looked down and saw its own chest cavity.

A large slit opened in the chest muscle. Inside, a mechanical heart, composed of countless intricate gears and pipes, was beating.

Black blood mixed with engine oil flowed rapidly inside the transparent hose.

The Behemoth turned its head to look at its companions who had arrived with it.

All one million epic-level behemoths underwent the same transformation.

The fallen paladin's black heavy armor fused with his flesh and blood, growing an anti-gravity engine.

The vertebrae of the decaying bone dragon were replaced with a high-pressure plasma spine.

Under this dark curtain, the body had already undergone its ultimate transformation under the baptism of natural disasters and the gaze of the eerie blue eyes.

Absolute rationality in a semi-mechanical state, ultimate ascension in a semi-flesh-and-blood state.

They looked at each other.

The threads of faith that belonged to Austin were breaking one by one.

The reverence for the gods vanished.

These colossal beasts raised their heads, gazing up at the deep black sky and into those eerie blue eyes, their eyes filled with profound devotion. The Behemoth turned around, looking down at its former comrades who were desperately fighting against the natural disaster.

It grinned, revealing a gaping maw full of metal fangs, and a chilling smile appeared on its lips.

"Hehehe..."

A chilling laugh squeezed out of its throat.

The hundreds of thousands of mutated giant beasts around them laughed at the same time.

……

On the ground, Austin kept his eyes on the sky.

He suddenly widened his eyes, and veins bulged on his forehead.

Within the divine fire, the spiritual connection belonging to this elite group completely disappeared.

"What on earth is going on!" Austin felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

He immediately relayed the new order: "Ignore those low-level trash! All units take to the air! Slay any who stand in our way!"

The remaining army received orders to abandon the lower-level infected and quickly form a charge formation, preparing for a second wave of attack. Just then, countless meteors fell from the sky.

The million epic-level behemoths are back.

They hurtled straight to the ground with a force even more terrifying than when they soared into the sky.

Just this once.

They are no longer Austin's sharp blades; they are now the most loyal slaves of the Blackwater Mist, the most terrifying war machines.

The Fallen Behemoth crashed heavily into the center of the army, the shockwave shattering thousands of low-ranking minions.

The hydraulic devices on the Behemoth's arms launched two high-frequency vibrating blades, which swept out horizontally.

A corrupt dragon blocking the way was instantly sliced ​​into three pieces, along with its hardest reverse scale on its chest.

The decaying mage hovered in mid-air.

It brandished its staff, which had been transformed into a plasma emitter, and chanted a new mechanical plague spell.

A large cloud of poisonous green and dark blue exploded in the densest part of the retinue.

Those whose kin were contaminated by the poisonous cloud began to have their flesh turn metallic, losing their ability to move. The army was plunged into even more complete chaos once again.

All of these newly added infected are at the peak of the Epic rank.

They are not only powerful in combat, but also have a better understanding of their own kind's fighting style and weaknesses.

The distant camp of alien gods.

The clouds overhead were churning.

Five massive, black water mechanical hands, each ten thousand meters long, tore through the clouds and rushed towards this side.

A powerful spatial storm arose from the giant hand.

"court death!"

Solan snorted coldly.

The Fiery Holy Sword in her hand shone brightly, and she gripped it with both hands, swinging it out fiercely.

A golden sword aura hundreds of feet long flew out.

The sword energy struck the leading mechanical giant hand with pinpoint accuracy. Sparks flew, leaving a sword mark several meters deep on the giant hand's surface, and several gears were knocked off.

The demonic deity immediately took action.

A ball of dark demonic flame, a hundred meters in diameter, fell and struck the surface of another giant hand.

The demonic flames scorched the metal scales, producing a sizzling sound.

The mechanical gods were not idle either.

His chest opened, and a high-frequency laser shot out, severing the last few fingers of the third giant hand.

A deity is a deity after all.

The giant mechanical hand was in pain, and its movements became noticeably slower.

They probed several times, but found the target too tough to crack, so they simply retreated back into the clouds.

The giant hand changed direction and pounced on Austin's remaining troops.

Solan sheathed her holy sword. She turned around and looked at Misa and Hea.

The three exchanged glances. There were no superfluous words, not even the need for telepathic communication.

They both saw the same thought in each other's eyes.

Run! Run now!

Austin, that mad dog, played all his cards, yet still ended up like this.

Once the Blackwater Scourge wipes out Austin's retinue, their strength will surge again, and they will be the next to die.

The three of them turned around decisively.

Solan made a specific gesture.

Misa and Heya understood immediately, and with their followers, they fled into the distance without looking back.

The movements of the angel gods naturally did not escape the notice of the demon gods who had been closely monitoring the situation.

A demon with two horns on its head squinted at the receding golden figure in the distance and spat on the ground.

"These young women can run away faster than anyone else."

His companion, arms crossed, coldly watched Austin, who was still gesticulating wildly and acting like a madman in the distance. "What should we do? Should we retreat too?" the two-horned demon asked.

His companion scoffed, "Is that even a question? Those arrogant girls from the Angel race have all packed up and left. Are we going to stay and die with this jerk?"

His companion pointed to Austin in the distance, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Look at that stupid thing that dark purple birdman looks like now."

"Before, they were so arrogant, acting like some ancient god-king descended to earth, making us all bow down and admit defeat."

"And now? All the wealth he had has become meat in someone else's pot; he's a complete waste."

The two-horned demon sighed and clenched his fist.

"I'm so unwilling to accept this."

"We agreed before we came that our races would join forces to crush the human race and divide up all the resources here."

"And what happened? The human race wasn't even scratched, and those brats like Chu Xiaoxiao were completely unharmed, watching the show from behind."

"We've already gotten into a complete mess here, leaving a huge mess behind."

His companion patted him on the shoulder, his tone tinged with self-deprecation and relief. "Just accept it. This Blood Pact Arena is too treacherous, and the Blackwater Calamity is simply beyond our capabilities at this stage."

"Try to look on the bright side. Although we lost some of our followers, at least our foundation is still intact, and the origin of our divine realm remains undamaged."

His companion gestured with his chin in another direction.

"Look at those two unlucky guys over there."

The two-horned demon followed his companion's gaze.

Due to the large-scale deaths of their Zerg kin and the mutations that led to their defection, the backlash suffered by the two was particularly severe.

Charon's body was covered in cracks, and green insect blood flowed all over the ground.

Zura's wings were broken in half, and the divine fire was weak and could be extinguished at any moment.

Seeing this, the two demon gods felt much more at ease.

On this brutal battlefield, happiness is only enhanced by the contrast with one's fellow travelers.

"Let's go! Let's get out of here as far away from this awful place as possible!"

The two demons quickly reached an agreement. They unleashed their divine power, summoning the surviving shadow demons and fire demons.

The army coalesced into a massive, churning black cloud, closely following the angelic army as they fled this dangerous place at full speed.

Caron collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, each breath bringing up several mouthfuls of bloody foam.

He watched helplessly as the angel ran away, and then the demon ran away too.

The massive alien alliance was emptied of more than half of its forces in the blink of an eye.

"They...they've all run away..." Caron's voice was weak, his compound eyes filled with fear.

Zilla struggled to her feet, grabbed Caron's arm, and pulled him up forcefully.

"What are you all standing there for! Waiting to die?!"

Zla was so anxious that he started cursing loudly; he wished he had two more legs.

"Those bastards ran away without taking us with them! Hurry up and catch up!"

The two Zerg deities scrambled and stumbled, desperately trying to stabilize the divine realm passage that was on the verge of collapse.

They commanded the remaining, less than 30% of their crippled insectoid kin. The legless stinging insects crawled laboriously on the ground, while the blind swarming mosquitoes stumbled around like headless flies.

Several wrecked Zerg motherships rose into the air, billowing black smoke.

Finally, only five mechanical gods remained on the outer perimeter.

A gust of cold wind blew by, stirring up the metal powder on the ground and hitting their cold mech shells.

A mechanical deity with a tracked chassis turned its electronic eyes and looked at the captain at the front of the group, whose body was covered in liquid metal.

"Captain, all Allied forces have withdrawn."

"Tactical calculations show that the probability of survival for those who remain here is less than 0.01%. Should we proceed with the evacuation?"

The liquid metal captain stood still, with molten metal droplets swirling around him, indicating the high-speed operation of the internal data processing unit.

A long silence ensued.

Their mechanical race's elaborate mobilization to join the allied forces was solely aimed at capturing Chu Xiaoxiao alive and obtaining the core data of the opposing divine realm.

In order to develop the ultimate technology to crack or merge multiple divine realms, and achieve a great leap forward in one's own divine realm.

To achieve this goal, they deployed massive numbers of planet-destroying mechs and swarms of nanobots. Now, all hope is dashed.

The appearance of this black water disaster disrupted all plans.

Let alone capturing Chu Xiaoxiao alive, even protecting themselves has become a luxury for them.

Just take a step slower.

Those deep blue eyes in the sky would devour them completely, just like they'd spotted a delicious dessert.

The red light in the liquid metal leader's eyes flickered rapidly before finally dimming completely.

"Logical deduction complete, capture mission terminated."

The leader's tone was entirely cold and mechanical.

"Abandon all peripheral data collection points. All mechanical units, activate hyperspace jump engines and execute emergency evacuation."

The five mechanical deities turned around and together tore apart the spatial barrier.

The remaining heavily armored mechanical army formed a square formation and marched in an orderly fashion.