Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Lin Yuan spoke each word clearly, and in the dark gold passage beneath his feet, the Calamity Fire Spirit took the lead in making its move.

Tens of thousands of calamity fire spirits simultaneously raised their sixteen arms.

Flames of chaotic color danced and intertwined at fingertips.

The sharpness of gold, the freezing cold, the carnage of war, the fluidity of space, and the decay of blood and bones.

Multiple laws and their auras fused and merged in the karmic fire, forming long rivers of flame with mottled colors.

The river of fire rushed forward, then cascaded down like a waterfall onto the positions of the alien coalition forces.

When the karmic fire touched the ground, the void collapsed layer by layer.

The moment the golden giant raised his crossbow, the extreme cold and karmic fire instantly froze the surface of the crossbow, blasting the shield and the giant into countless ice crystals.

The Shadow Demon attempted to hide in the shadows, but the karmic fire shattered the shadow plane, turning its remains into a pool of black water under the erosion of the karmic fire.

The Allied forces' front ranks collapsed.

The tyrant glanced up at the fire spirit in the sky, a hint of disdain flashing in his dark golden eyes.

It was too lazy to go to the front lines and join the fun.

Its massive body, which was tens of thousands of meters long, suddenly shrank to the size of a thousand meters and trotted happily to Lin Yuan's side.

It crouched down, its shoulder resting just beside Lin Yuan's feet.

Lin Yuan then stepped onto the tyrant's shoulder.

The horde of demons at the rear received orders from their leader to completely unleash their power.

Hundreds of thousands of epic-level berserkers unleashed their Titan power.

Their already enormous bodies swelled again, breaking through the black rain clouds and reaching a height of ten thousand meters.

The liquid gold behemoths with three heads and six arms, or one head and eight arms, resembled demon gods who created the world.

Pure violence crushes everything.

They stride forward with their strong legs, running wildly.

With each step, the earth collapsed, forming craters thousands of meters in diameter.

Before the angelic race's unicorn horses could react, they became mincemeat under the feet of the tyrant.

The abyss dragon opened its massive maw and spewed out shadow dragon breath.

An eight-armed tyrant charged towards the dragon's breath, its eight giant hands reaching out to tear off the dragon's fleshy wings and snap its neck bones in the process.

Billions of alien beings were shattered by this mudslide-like onslaught.

Corpses littered the wilderness.

The dark gold blood mixed with the blood of the alien race and seeped into the ground.

The power of shadow was then activated.

A dark, shadowy area formed beneath the corpse.

Countless shadowy tentacles crawled out of the domain.

They were like greedy locusts, gnawing on the severed limbs and broken pieces on the ground.

Flesh and blood essence, bone fragments, and even broken weapons and armor all went into their bellies.

The battlefield was quickly cleared, leaving only bare rock formations.

In the center of the battlefield, the aura of the Styx River surged.

One by one, the Void Abyss undead rode on Blood-Stained Skeletons and cut into the heart of the allied forces.

The Necromancer raised his eerie green scythe of death.

The terrifying fish beneath him let out a roar, and its skeletal armor disintegrated.

The white skeleton crumbled, and a dark red swamp of flesh and blood spread out in the enemy ranks.

A blood-and-flesh pagoda descends.

Countless fleshy monsters with enormous mouthparts, waving tentacles, and eyeballs appeared.

Tentacles danced wildly, swirling up hordes of Gale Winged Wolves and Blazing Sun Swordsmen, stuffing them into their dripping, slimy mouthparts.

The flesh and blood of living beings became the nourishment for the monster's expansion.

Its size soared to tens of thousands of meters.

The Void Abyss Necromancer hovered above the Flesh and Blood Pagoda, requiring only a gentle wave of its hand.

With each swing of the scythe, it sliced ​​down the bodies of the alien race.

Souls that have lost the protection of their physical bodies leave the body and, before they can dissipate, fall into the bodies of the dead.

Flesh and blood return to the skeleton fish, and the soul returns to the dead.

Clear division of labor, taking everything and leaving nothing behind.

Compared to the bloodshed on the front lines, the outskirts seemed much more eerie.

The Insect King hovered high in the sky, its compound eyes scanning the entire area.

It watched as the tyrant calmly served as the ruler's mount, then looked at the fire spirits and monstrous demons that were going berserk in front of it.

This old monster is usually extremely petty, but this time he actually took the initiative to step down and curry favor.

Having stolen the spotlight so many times before, the Insect King felt it was time to avoid taking the limelight again.

"The entire army will roam the perimeter and clear out the outer areas."

The Insect King issued commands through the mental network.

The billions of Zerg troops changed their attack route.

They bypassed the main battlefield and slowly advanced along the perimeter of the Allied positions.

Having undergone multiple evolutions, the main force of the source insects simply stayed in place, symbolically waving their limbs twice before starting to slack off.

Cannon fodder units such as Bursting Bugs, Electric Ball Bugs, Shadow Blade Bugs, and Dark Beetles are tasked with cleaning up the battlefield.

Wherever there are fish that slip through the net, the cannon fodder army will overwhelm them.

When faced with a tough opponent, the Bursting Beetle spews acid, the Electric Ball Beetle releases a thunderstorm, the Blade Beetle shreds the armor, and the Dark Beetle carries away the debris.

Keep a low profile, be efficient, and don't steal the spotlight from the main players.

The rear area of ​​the battlefield.

Seeing that their escape route was blocked, the five mechanical gods decided to go all out.

Since we can't escape, we might as well fight to the death.

They quickly mobilized the remaining hundreds of millions of mechanical troops to construct defensive fortifications on the spot.

Hundreds of millions of miniature engineering machines took to the air, connected with each other, and built a ring-shaped star track in mid-air.

The surface of the orbit was illuminated by a bright blue energy loop.

Below, on the battlefield, countless heavily armed mechs were arrayed.

Plasma cannons, high-frequency particle beam launchers, and antimatter missile silos are stacked on top of each other.

Without exception, all the cannons were aimed at Lin Yuan's army ahead.

The fire control radar locked onto the target.

Energy has been charged to a critical point, ready to unleash a devastating attack.

"Fire!" the mechanical deity commanded.

The sky changed color the moment the command was issued.

A large cloud of burning two-colored flames obscured the view of the machine race from above.

The Sunbird led its army of magic vultures and magic blade bats, taking the lead in penetrating the Mech race's air defense blind spot.

They are well aware of the predatory abilities of the tyrants and skeletons on the main battlefield.

So they took a different approach and set their sights on the Mech race's positions, which comprised half of the enemy's forces and numbered in the tens of billions.

Billions of magic vultures and magic blade bats swooped down first.

They flap their wings, their bodies traversing back and forth between the three dimensions of shadow, void, and reality.

The Mech race's anti-aircraft artillery blasted into the air, leaving afterimages as it pierced through the void.

The flock of demonic vultures unleashed a soul shockwave, simultaneously releasing a realistic illusion.

The sonic boom swept over the mech array.

The anticipated scene of enemy soldiers clutching their heads and screaming in agony did not materialize.

These metal lumps are filled with cold data at their core, making them naturally immune to mental attacks.

Some of the Vulture leaders noticed something amiss and promptly changed their tactics.

The ability to hide is brought to its fullest potential.

Hundreds of millions of birds concealed themselves and moved within the mechanical army.

They ceased their pointless soul attacks and instead employed other abilities.

A three-headed demonic eagle spewed out extremely cold air from its left head, released liquid gold feathers from its right head, and slammed down destructive lightning from its middle head.

Extreme cold air froze the mech's drive shaft, liquid gold feathers shredded the energy pipes, and lightning caused a system short circuit.

The Demon Blade Bat followed suit, using karmic fire to ignite the ammunition depot.

A series of explosions resounded at various nodes in the Mech faction's territory.

The repeated interference and attacks plunged this heavily armed and powerful force into chaos.

Before the star orbit could be fully charged, it was attacked by hundreds of thousands of demonic vultures.

Mechanical debris scattered and flew everywhere, accompanied by blue energy turbulence.

Compared to the distraction and interference from the Demon Eagle and Demon Blade Bat, the Sun Bird's tactics are simple and brutal.

Hundreds of thousands of divine birds transformed into tiny, two-colored suns, falling straight down from the sky.

The dark crimson flames of war intertwined with the pure white holy light.

He crashed headlong into a dense formation of mechs.

The terrifyingly high temperature instantly melted the superalloy armor.

The plasma cannon couldn't even find a chance to fire before its barrel melted into molten iron.

The divine bird rampaged through the battlefield, leaving behind a sea of ​​boiling metal fire in its wake.

The remaining mechanical creatures tried to fight back, but they couldn't even penetrate the feathers of the divine bird.

The horrific scene behind them was relayed back to the five mechanical gods.

They stared at the battle damage data on the holographic screen, their electronic eyes flashing incessantly.

There is a serious logical conflict in the data stream.

What level of ancient divine inheritance did this human obtain?!

He was clearly only at the seventh level of the demigod realm.

The summoned familiars were all more monstrous than the last.

The previous Austin, who was a demigod at the eighth level and commanded five hundred legendary behemoths.

Compared to this human, I'm like a toddler who has just learned to walk!

The gap is too big.

It is too large to be explained by conventional data extrapolation.

The mechanical captain desperately channeled his divine power, unleashing the divine spell "Mechanical Resurrection" in an attempt to reassemble the damaged mechs.

On the one hand, they also had to forcibly intervene in the command system and organize the remaining troops to counterattack.

The rate at which divine power is consumed is astonishing.

The suppression rules of the Blood Pact Field are always in effect.

The more divine power is used, the faster it is lost.

The divine crystals in their storage space had already been exhausted when they descended upon the Blood Pact Field or fought against the Blackwater Calamity.

In just half an hour, the divine power within the five mechanical deities was depleted.

Without divine support, the divine magic ceased, and the command system collapsed once again.

The mechanical army would soon become prey for the Sky Clan.

The situation on the front lines was even more dire.

Due to friction among Lin Yuan's various relatives, the positions of the alien alliance were shattered.

Among them, the Demon Race received special attention from the Void Abyss Undead and the Dark Blood Skeleton Fish.

These demons possess a rich source of shadow energy within their flesh and blood, and their souls are filled with violent emotions.

For skeleton fish and the undead, this is a delicacy.

An epic-level skeletal fish swallowed dozens of shadow demons in one gulp, and its fleshy pagoda swelled up once more.

The Necromancer reaped the souls of tens of thousands of Balrogs with a single scythe, letting out a satisfying shriek.

The number of demonic forces is decreasing at a visible rate.

Tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions.

The mass deaths of the retinue directly damaged the very essence of the divine realm.

The terrifying backlash struck the souls of the two demonic deities.

"puff!"

The two demons simultaneously spat out a mouthful of black blood burning with demonic energy.

The divine fire within his body flickered, threatening to go out at any moment.

They clutched their chests as they fell from mid-air, crashing heavily onto the muddy ground.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the demon's body.

The internal injuries were ten times more severe than the trauma he suffered during the Blackwater catastrophe.

The three angels, Solan, Misa, and Heya, floated in mid-air.

The Holy Light Shield flickered.

The three of them exchanged glances and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

It's impossible to fight.

Any one of the opposing races could easily overwhelm their entire army.

What's even more chilling is that the legendary behemoth, which exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression, never made a move from beginning to end.

It simply served as the boy's mount in silence.

Lin Yuan, the God Lord, stood with his arms crossed on the tyrant's broad shoulders.

He remained completely silent throughout.

His gaze was calm, his posture relaxed, as if he were sitting in the stands enjoying a wonderful play.

This attitude of complete detachment and regarding all living beings as ants perfectly shattered the psychological defenses of Solan and others.

In this chaotic killing field, only one faction retained a relatively intact structure.

Zerg.

Karon and Zilla stood side by side behind a huge rock.

They looked ahead at the demons and angels being pounded to the ground by monstrous demons and skeletal fish.

Then he turned his head and looked back at the mechanical army that had become a sea of ​​fire and scrap metal for the divine bird.

Finally, he looked at his remaining Zerg soldiers lying on the ground, pretending to be dead.

The look in his eyes was indescribably complex.

Caron tried to lighten his tone.

"Zila, actually, thinking about it carefully, dying here isn't so bad. At least we won't have to go back and face the interrogation of those old guys in the tribe."

Zila spat out the muddy water in his mouth and forced an ugly smile.

"Indeed, since the divine fire is going to go out anyway, it doesn't matter whether we die sooner or later."

"But this kid's retinue is really powerful. I even wonder which god he is reincarnated from."

The two severely wounded Zerg gods chose to give up the struggle.

They watched as karmic flames danced in the sky, as carnage raged, and as the two-colored sun shone in the distance.

Accept your impending death with equanimity.

We're completely out of ideas.

Just wait to die.