Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The massive waves stirred up by the main current of the Styx shattered the calm and also awakened the neighbors entrenched in various parts of the divine realm.

In the sky, where crimson and dazzling white intertwine, several sun birds are using their sharp claws to seize the Gengjin ore vein.

They plan to build a fiery lair that spans the sky between the two suns.

The unusual movement of the waves interrupted their actions.

These ferocious birds, their bodies radiating a halo of light, folded their feathers, lowered their proud heads, and their pupils reflected the chaotic black water below.

Under the blazing sun high in the sky, the divine birds uttered slightly mocking cries.

Normally, these rotten bones from the bottom of the river take advantage of the coldness of the Styx, and even birds flying across the water will leap up and take a bite.

Now, things have gotten even worse. A group of crabs with long mechanical legs and covered in black mist have stormed into their lair, turning the River Styx into a muddy mess.

The divine birds simply stopped building their nests and lay on the edge of the scorching gale layer to enjoy this underwater spectacle.

At the same moment, ripples spread across the shadow dimension, which lies at the boundary between the real and the virtual.

Groups of Demon Blade Bats hung from the inverted part of the spatial rift, their large, fleshy wings slightly folded.

The vultures landed to one side, their gray-black necks stretched out long, their two eyes darting around.

They are currently trying to adapt to the extreme light and heat from bipolar radiation.

He attempted to transform his flesh and blood into a divine body capable of withstanding the raging flames.

But now, they see their nemesis in the River Styx suffering a terrible fate.

The magic vultures and magic blade bats stopped what they were doing and cautiously crowded around the edge of the dimensional rift.

"That's a pitiful cry." A four-winged demonic vulture flicked its tail feathers, making a gloating, snorting sound from its throat.

"Those bonefish used to run rampant, they deserved this day."

The Demon Blade Bat commander beside him twitched its ears, trying to catch the sound of water leaking in from the mortal dimension.

With the River Styx in such a mess, everyone's happy to watch the spectacle.

But in this entire new divine realm, another being had no interest in simply watching the drama unfold.

Insect King.

Deep within the main hive, the Twelve-Winged Insect King observes the black mist battlefield of the Styx mainstream through its ubiquitous neural synapses.

These strange crabs with mechanical legs are indeed unpredictable and bizarre.

But what excited the Insect King even more was the collective transfer of high-level combat forces stationed in the major tributaries.

"idiot."

The Insect King shook its thin, sharp wings and let out a hissing sound.

In its view, the undead and the skeleton fish were completely blinded by rage.

In an effort to block the 200 million liquid gold crabs, almost all the high-ranking leaders and half-legendary-level giant fish from the dozens of vast tributaries around the area came out in full force.

All their assets are on the surface, but the back is so empty it could run a horse.

This is such a tempting offer; it would be a disservice to one's status not to take it.

Seizing the black mist and mechanical genes of the Liquid Gold Crab is a necessary step.

Taking advantage of the weakened defenses of the Styx River's rear, they could seize a golden opportunity to plunder the resources and live specimens of its tributaries.

"hiss--!"

Hidden mental signals reverberate throughout the insect hive.

The Source Insect army, which had been fully prepared, moved.

The scale of this operation far exceeded that of ordinary reconnaissance missions.

Above each major tributary of the Styx that had lost a high-ranking official in charge, the void tore apart layer by layer, and millions of fifth-order source insects appeared.

More than 30 large tributaries and hundreds of millions of source insects invaded the Styx territory.

Some of these protozoa had already completed five extreme life transitions.

Some of them had already absorbed, fused with, and adapted to the ethereal power of the undead in the second stage, as well as the life-and-death transformation characteristics of the skeleton fish.

In other words, the River Styx is a deadly body of water for ordinary living beings.

But for these generations of protozoa, it's no different from their own backyard.

The seventh tributary has a water surface that is hundreds of thousands of meters wide.

Those who remain here are mostly small skeleton fish of the transcendent level and wandering low-level undead.

The sky was dark as millions of gray-white necromantic source insects broke through the dimensional barrier and silently fell onto the water.

Their bodies are half-illusory and half-real, and their bodies are filled with pure, cold, deathly energy from the Styx River, even purer than that of the original undead.

"What...what is that?!" The epic high-ranking undead guard on the shore raised his scythe.

Before he finished speaking, three hundred-meter-long source insects appeared beside him.

A translucent, bony claw extended and pressed directly against the skull of the undead guard.

A homogeneous suction force emerged from the source insect's body, quickly imprisoning everything guarded by this undead spirit.

He then tore off a large piece of his soul essence and stuffed it into the storage pouch at the back of his head.

The entire outpost of the Seventh Branch was completely overrun in an instant by the infiltration of millions of Necrophos.

It's not just assassination.

In the twelfth tributary, millions of monstrous worms from the Horrific Fish system dominate.

They plunged into the murky, turbulent depths of the stagnant water, their bodies swelling several times their original size within a few breaths, transforming into massive, heavily armored, flesh-and-blood beasts tens of thousands of meters long.

These worms swam at the bottom of the River Styx, their six mutated claws churning up the black silt.

They plundered the ancient, gloomy iron, extremely yin corpse beads, and the essence of the underworld water that had been deposited at the bottom of the riverbed.

Not an inch of anything of value will be overlooked.

When they encounter adult Bloodfish left behind in their nests, the Source Worms don't even bother to kill them.

These skeleton fish are too resilient. Once the life-and-death reversal is triggered, they will grow back even if they are broken, which is a complete waste of time.

If we can't kill him, then we won't fight him.

"roar!"

An epic-level high-ranking Darkblood Bone Fish had just poked its enormous head out of the mud pit and let out an angry roar.

Four Violent Demon System Source Worms immediately swooped down from above.

The thick, golden limbs, as massive as a towering pillar, shot out, unleashing tens of thousands of tons of pure brute force, piercing through the dorsal fin of the skeletal fish.

The heavy barbs jammed the joint, and neurotoxins were injected wildly.

The skeletal fish twisted its body violently, attempting to self-destruct and reverse its fate.

The source insect also contains five evolutionary stages of the ferocious fish cells.

The same rules clash deep within the flesh, suppressing the skeleton fish's self-healing mechanism within its body.

No matter how much the skeleton fish roared and struggled, it could not break free of its bones.

Then, two Necrophos worms drifted down.

Fine, spiderweb-like threads of nothingness coiled around it, locking the soul fire of the skeleton fish in circles.

Several smaller worker wasp-like insects quickly flew over, their abdomens splitting open to reveal biochemical storage sacs.

The immobilized skeletal fish were packed up, sealed, and forcibly dragged into a spatial rift to be transported deep into the insect hive.

Live specimen.

One head, ten heads, a hundred heads!

Similar scenes were playing out all along the tributary.

The army of source worms is like the most efficient worker ants.

They dismantled the riverbed, excavated the mineral veins, and packaged high-level blood food with fluid movements and a clear division of labor.

The creatures remaining in the major tributaries of the River Styx screamed in terror and scattered in all directions, only to find that all their escape routes were blocked by an impenetrable swarm of Shadow Blade Worms.

On the high platform of the main nest, the insect king took in the whole scene, his twelve compound eyes slightly narrowed, revealing his pleasure.

"Go ahead and fight. The more you fight in the mainstream, the more wealth I will confiscate."

The Insect King was calculating his next move.

It never seeks victory or defeat based on momentary impulse.

Those self-proclaimed fierce fools will never understand the true meaning of the evolution of the divine realm.

The tyrant only knows how to throw punches, the fire spirit only knows how to set fires, and these fish and bones in the water are even more clueless.

Only the Zerg understand what it means to combine the strengths of many.

All we need to do is thoroughly slice up these captured, live fish.

By combining the previously collected images of the Sun Bird, we were able to determine their true form as the sun.

At that time, the Zerg will not only possess the power of the sun in the sky.

They can also control the depths of the River Styx, plus the mechanical black mist secretly plotting...

Who is the true ruler of the Wasteland God Realm?

The answer is self-evident!

The Insect King couldn't help but shake its wings, preparing to give the order for the source insects at the front to speed up their movements by another third.

however.

Just as millions of source insects were carrying their prey and running wildly through the tributaries, and the insect king was feeling triumphant.

The vast divine realm inexplicably fell into a state of stagnation.

hum-

A faint tremor born from the void.

This feeling is extremely strange.

It's as if the sky above suddenly rises millions of feet, and the earth beneath our feet rearranges its skeleton deep within the soil.

The wind stopped.

The Styx River, with its towering wall of water surging upwards, paused in mid-air for half a second before crashing down heavily.

However, it no longer stirred up the pure deathly aura of the past, but instead carried a faint, almost imperceptible metallic clang.

"What... what is this?"

The Insect King's highly developed brain twitched, and all its compound eyes widened as it looked up at the sky above.

It's that familiar feeling again, but this time...

It's so vast, so grand, so comprehensive!

Not only the Insect King, but at this moment, all the beings in the Divine Realm who had stepped into the high-level threshold involuntarily stopped what they were doing.

Under two suns.

The flock of sunbirds, hovering in mid-air watching the spectacle, emitted uneasy low cries.

The restless pure yang fire spontaneously contracted, as if welcoming a baptism of some sacred order.

In the shadow dimension, the Demon Blade Bat and the Demon Vulture fell from the crack, their ferocity turning into confusion.

They were horrified to discover that the distances between the voids seemed to be forcibly stretched and folded by some indescribable force, and the thickness of the shadow dimension had increased several times over.

The far north.

The volcanoes that had been spewing flames year-round suddenly sank, and the Fire Spirit Kings, who were perched at the bottom of their respective lava lakes, were all stunned.

The multifaceted flames on their bodies flickered, and the Fire Spirit Kings raised their heads, staring blankly towards the south.

The major battle on the Styx River was abruptly cut off.

The Skeleton King, which had been enjoying the black mist therapy by turning its white belly over, rolled over and scanned the surrounding waters with its scarlet eyes.

The necromancer commander, riding on the back of a fish, gripped his scythe tightly, his soul fire trembling.

The Blackwater commanders on the opposite side even revealed their true forms.

Tens of thousands of dark blue mechanical eyes flashed wildly at the same time, and countless chaotic data streams refreshed the screen beneath them.

Mechanical viruses within them.

It unexpectedly generated an overclocking operation that tended towards ultimate perfection without being propelled by any external force.

The Demon Basin, far from the reach of the emperor.

Within the cracks of the Sumeru world constructed by the Demon Tree, the Tyrant slowly opened his eyes.

It looked down at its palm, where a faint, subtle golden glow flickered between the violent muscle fibers.

Deep underground, the consciousness of the Liquid Gold Blessed Land, which was in a frenzied infighting, even stopped the operation of the Five Elements Millstone.

"Boom..."

The sacred demon tree, located at the heart of the entire divine realm, swayed its canopy slightly.

"host……"

"The food... is here!"