Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

A chilling atmosphere hung over the million-meter-wide expanse of the River Styx.

The colossal beasts that stretched across the water formed a continuous mountain range, blocking out the sunlight.

In the muddy riverbank, hundreds of millions of scythes of death are raised high to the sky, their blades igniting eerie green flames, their killing intent solidified in the water vapor.

Faced with this overwhelming pressure, the leading liquid gold crab commanders did not go berserk on the spot.

The black mist hovered in the middle of the river, its two giant pincers, resembling black abysses, slowly closing.

Black mist churned.

Several shadowy tentacles pierced through the treacherous waters, plunged into the cold, turbulent currents, and drilled straight into the ravines at the bottom of the River Styx.

The presidents are searching for their former hideouts.

The map of the divine realm has undergone drastic changes, the River Styx has widened several times over, and the traces of the old era have long since disappeared.

The tentacles groped along the underwater rock strata, exploring the main stream and then extending to dozens of massive tributaries in the surrounding area.

The results of the investigation were quickly fed back into my mind.

The mud burrows and rock crevices where the liquid gold crabs once lived and sought refuge are all gone.

The rock walls collapsed, the underwater tunnels were crushed by external forces, and the silt was filled with other rubble.

The skeletal fish's tail fin swept away the stone pillar, and the necromancer's scythe leveled the reef.

Deep within the entire waterway, only old crab eggs remain, deeply embedded in the cracks and silt.

Weak, fragile, and covered in silt.

When the Grand Commander's shadowy tentacles swept across the crab eggs underwater, they paused for only half a second before indifferently retracting.

Today, the two hundred million ethnic groups have shed their flesh and blood, and their bodies are filled with a higher-dimensional mist.

These eggs, born in the old era, even if they successfully hatch, are nothing more than a group of ordinary reptiles that can only eat mud.

Times have changed, and the fragile past is destined to be abandoned in the wind.

Now that the ancestral land has been leveled and the old nest destroyed, there is no need to show any mercy.

The days of enduring humiliation and hiding in fear and hiding are completely over from this moment on.

I'm back here today with only one thing to do:

Reclaim the throne of the River Styx and redefine the rules of this waterway!

"hiss--!!"

The most central, legendary-level commander raised its giant pincers and let out a long roar.

The whistling sound stirred up waves, and the sound waves crashed against the surrounding mountains, echoing loudly.

The two hundred million liquid gold crabs behind received the ultimate command, and the ferocity within them erupted in full force.

Whoosh!

A thick, black mist, obscuring the sky, gushed out from the cracks in the shells of every crab.

The black mist connected and spread, swallowing up thousands of miles of sky in the blink of an eye, isolating the blazing red sun and the holy radiance of the sun.

All light quickly disappeared above the River Styx.

In the darkness, hundreds of millions of eerie blue mechanical eyes opened one after another, locking onto all enemies within a 360-degree radius.

The Blackwater Empire has arrived.

Annihilation storms howled deep within the black mist, and metallic pressure descended from the sky to the earth.

Upon seeing this display of power, the Styx Alliance forces on the opposite side erupted in cheers.

"roar--!"

The eight-thousand-meter-long Bloodstained Skeleton King raised its tail and roared excitedly to the sky.

Billions of undead on the shore simultaneously swung their scythes and let out eerie laughter.

interesting!

These little things that we usually trample underfoot and clear away like weeds have come back with such a great presence after running around outside.

"kill!"

The undead army charged wildly across the water.

Countless undead leaped up and stepped onto the hard dorsal fin of the skeleton fish.

The undead rode on a giant fish, carrying millions of tons of Styx water, and charged forward with reckless force.

Rumbling--

Just before the two factions clashed, Styx went completely mad.

Billions of tons of icy river water defy gravity, flowing upstream and transforming into a black waterfall spanning both banks, cascading backwards towards the sky!

Previously, because the sun was high in the sky, the deathly aura was suppressed below the water's surface, and no one could lift their head.

Now, the combined power of one billion Styx creatures and two hundred million Blackwater calamities has caused the resulting malevolent energy to shatter the sky's blockade.

This sky is now under the control of the Styx once again!

The undead rode a giant fish and pounced close.

The Blackwater Mist showed no weakness; its materialized mist twisted and instantly unleashed tens of millions of enormous tentacles.

These tentacles come in various shapes and sizes.

Some transformed into pure black crab claws over ten meters wide, their edges entwined with spatial rifts.

Some coalesced into grotesque barbed spears, their tips coated with a viscous substance that corrodes metal.

Countless giant swords, each a hundred feet long, slashed down, tearing through space.

hum-

At the same time, countless eerie blue eyeballs in the sky activated their full power, unleashing thousands upon thousands of eerie blue rays that rained down on the enemy formation.

Mechanical assimilation of light.

This is Blackwater's most effective weapon against external threats.

The ray struck the undead, passing right through it and creating faint ripples in the air.

The undead are composed entirely of pure souls and void shadows, without a trace of physical flesh or blood.

This mechanical beam of light, designed for the reorganization of physical structures, has no point of application of force.

But within the skeleton fish camp, the light immediately proved surprisingly effective.

Zizizi!

The dense beams of light accurately struck the bodies of the skeleton fish.

Tiny gears rapidly grew from the dark red flesh, high-strength metal barbs drilled out, and the breathing ducts inside the gills were brutally replaced by hydraulic alloy.

The hundreds of thousands of skeletal fish at the forefront collectively deformed their movements.

But before the Blackwater Catastrophe could use this to control them, these skeleton fish took action first.

"roar!"

These writhed fish violently thrashed their bodies, and their hardened bones suddenly thrust out in reverse, slicing away the flesh, skin, and bones from the mutated areas.

[Life and Death Reversal] is activated immediately afterward.

The deathly aura deep within the skeleton of the skeletal fish surged back, and a powerful vitality emerged from its marrow.

In the blink of an eye, the flesh that had been cut off grew back at an astonishing rate.

The newly formed muscles are thicker, the scales are denser, and even a thick layer of old skin, which resists mechanical erosion, is faintly visible.

Cutting the meat myself, stepping on my right foot with my left, I get more and more energetic as I play!

The compound eyes of the leaders in the black mist flickered as they quickly adjusted their tactics.

The assimilation light was ineffective, and the tentacles contracted and reorganized in mid-air.

Click, click!

With a metallic clanging sound, tens of millions of tentacles that emerged from the black mist instantly transformed into a heavy mechanical launch array.

A menacing six-barreled close-in weapon system emerged from the fog, its barrels flashing with a dark red glow.

The hundreds-of-meters-long air-piercing railgun was set up, and electromagnetic sparks flew.

Deeper within the void fault, countless gravity collapse projectors and secondary space oscillation missile silos simultaneously lifted their covers.

Boom boom boom boom—!

The overwhelming long-range attacks instantly submerged the entire river channel.

Armor-piercing shells rained down on the waves, creating towering columns of water.

The high-energy laser beams sliced ​​the entire River Styx into countless holes, while the rays from the Shadow Dimension penetrated deep into the riverbed.

The space-shaking bomb crashed down, tearing tens of thousands of faults into the spatial structure along its path.

Such a barrage of firepower would be enough to flatten a continent in a short time.

But when it happened to the Styx Alliance, the scene was incredibly bizarre.

Countless skeletal fish were torn apart by cannonballs and pierced by lasers, with large chunks of flesh and bone flying everywhere amidst the explosions.

But these monsters forcibly traversed between reality, the shadow dimension, and the void rift, charging relentlessly through the dense web of fire.

The flesh and skin exploded, revealing a stark white skeleton; the internal organs were evaporated, and the soul fire flickered inside the skull.

As long as that core spirit in the mind remains, the cycle of life and death will never cease.

They raced along, stepping on the debris left by their companions on the river surface!

"Hehehe..."

A strange, eerie laugh pierced through the roar of cannons.

The undead riding on the fish's back finally broke through the fire and pounced on the black mist.

The undead leaped high into the air, their scythes tracing dark arcs in the air.

【Absolute Nothingness】fully activated, physical artillery fire passes right through you without harming them in the slightest.

[Void Gaze] erupted simultaneously, the ghostly blue soul fire in the necromancer's eyes fixed on the core node of the black mist.

Any liquid gold crab that directly looks at these soul flames will immediately experience a disruption in its mental connection.

The next moment, thousands upon thousands of death scythes tore through the sky and slashed fiercely at the edge of the Blackwater Empire's mist.

call!

As long as the scythe blade sweeps across the black mist, large swathes of the solidified mist will be stripped away.

The liquid gold crab's soul, hidden within the mist, was directly pulled out of the body by the necromancer, transforming into strands of pure spiritual nourishment that were then swallowed into the necromancer's belly.

Moreover, the undead's form leaped freely in the shadows.

With a single slash, the black mist dissipated, and swathes of liquid gold crab souls were instantly annihilated, leaving only cold metal shells falling to the bottom of the river.

The swarm of skeleton fish also rushed closer.

They retracted their skeletal armor, dismantled all bone defenses, and activated the [Flesh and Blood Pagoda].

These enormous creatures, which were originally only a kilometer long, expanded rapidly in a matter of seconds.

Dark red flesh and blood spread rampantly outwards, muscle fibers intertwined, transforming into a mutated monster of flesh and blood that swelled to tens of thousands of meters in size.

The fleshy monster, tens of thousands of meters long, lunged at the black mist, opening its massive maw large enough to devour an island, and tearing at the Blackwater Empire.

The entire black mist array was forcefully smashed open, leaving several huge gaps.

However, the Blackwater Empire, which was able to devour various armies along the way, was clearly not a pushover.

The dispersed black mist did not collapse; instead, it seeped into the skin pores of these fleshy monsters!

A fog-dissipating rule has been introduced.

To the Blackwater Mist, these flesh-and-blood monsters, who have abandoned all defenses and are left with only pure, high-concentration life force, are the world's top-tier tonic.

Sizzle—!

The black mist seeped deep into the flesh and blood, like thousands of tiny knives, feasting on the spot.

The massive, fleshy monster, tens of thousands of meters long, had its muscles melt and shrivel at a visible speed in just a few dozen seconds.

The entire thick layer of flesh was completely devoured.

Its enormous body rapidly shrank, revealing once again its pale, gleaming skeletal form.

At the same time, tens of millions of shadowy tentacles emerged from the depths of the black mist, carrying the power of secondary space cutting, and slammed into the exposed bones.

boom! boom! boom!

The white bone armor was cracked, and many skeleton fish even broke into several pieces on the spot. Dark red blood mixed with bone powder poured down.

The scene was extremely brutal.

The undead are harvesting souls, and the black water is drawing out skeletal fish.

However, upon closer inspection, the death toll of the entire battle was surprisingly low.

The necromancers harvested the souls of a large number of liquid gold crabs, but the flames of war hanging high above slowly waned.

Strands of crimson-gold threads descended from the sky, pulling the scattered true spirits back to their original positions.

Through Nirvana, these spirits were quickly reunited under the protection of the flames of war.

They burrowed into the metal shell that had coalesced behind them, raised their giant pincers, and charged back into the battlefield.

Not only did he not die, but he also underwent a trial that severed his soul.

These spirits have become more resilient, with a significant increase in resistance to undead attacks!

In the center of the battlefield, the atmosphere was even more bizarre among the seemingly most brutally attacked skeleton fish clan.

Logically speaking, his entire body was being torn apart and devoured inch by inch by the black mist.

Having bones broken into more than a dozen pieces would be an unbearable torment for any living being.

But in the eyes of these guys, an undisguised ecstasy was evident.

"hold head high--!!"

A 3,000-meter-long skeletal fish raised its half-broken skull and let out a long, intoxicating groan.

so comfy!

This feeling is a hundred times better than when the Sun Bird put cupping on its back a few days ago!

The divine bird's flames could only burn flesh and blood; it was a minor, insignificant attack, at best a localized massage.

These black-fume crabs in front of us are the real experts!

The mist seeped into every crevice of the bones, cleansing away the old, bloated flesh and blood.

Incidentally, he also used the power of spatial cutting to give the bones a full set of high-intensity deep scraping.

The old flesh and blood had just been absorbed by the black mist, and the death energy within the bones surged again, transforming into even stronger vitality.

Between life and death, new flesh and blood erupt, only to be devoured by the black mist again, and then grow back!

It goes on and on, in an endless cycle.

The extreme pleasure of the body being repeatedly pulled between life and death is so intense that these skeleton fish are completely hooked and unable to extricate themselves.

Even more outrageous is that even if a few skeleton fish occasionally get carried away...

He was careless and the black mist drained his very marrow, causing him to break the life-or-death threshold and die instantly.

Even the true spirits amidst the shattered bones will be captured by their own flames of war and forcibly imprisoned in mid-air.

As the process was completed step by step, [Rebirth from Despair] forcibly intervened.

At the critical moment when the true spirit was on the verge of extinction, the light of Nirvana suddenly rang out.

The true spirit returned to its place, and incidentally drew upon the death energy of the Styx to reshape a flesh-and-blood battle body that was larger, more intricate, and more robust than before.

Returning to the battlefield lively and energetic, their combat power instantly doubled.

Several powerful skeleton fish stuck at the peak of epic level, at the bottleneck of half-step into legend.

Under this baptism of being torn apart and reborn repeatedly by the black mist, his bones began to reveal a faint divine golden light.

Their aura surged dramatically, and the life-and-death transformation within their bodies was honed to perfection, even faintly touching the threshold of the true legendary rank.

After discovering this secret, the skeleton fish immediately let loose and lived life to the fullest.

A large number of massive skeletal fish actively shed their skeletal armor, some even turning belly up to expose their soft core areas to the black water mist.

They tumbled in the reversed waves of the Styx River, uttering strange cries and urging the black mist to inhale more and faster.

Some of the skeleton fish even complained that the black mist around them wasn't thick enough, and flicked their big tails.

It deliberately plunged into the deepest core area of ​​the black fog, letting countless tentacles roll it into a meat dumpling.

Now, the atmosphere of the battlefield has completely changed.

The undead on the front lines were fighting fiercely, their arms aching and their joints cracking as they swung their scythes.

The eerie green flames in their eye sockets flickered, and they took a moment, panting, to glance back.

This sight nearly extinguished the soul flames of the undead leaders on the spot.

On their side, braving the black mist and the shockwaves of artillery fire, they fought desperately to harvest souls.

Turning around, he saw that his mount and teammate, the skeletal fish that always swaggered around, were actually floating carelessly on the water.

They all rolled up their white bellies, looking quite content as the black mist nibbled at them.

Several large skeleton fish were even snoring loudly.

"Huh?!"