Reborn as a dragon, I devoured the main godhead.

However, its spatial stability far surpasses that of the four supreme planes, and even a Seven-Star Demon powerhouse cannot break through space.

……

"Gurgle~!"

Tens of thousands of blood-patterned giants, each over three meters tall, plunged into the sea of ​​blood, along with several exceptionally large blood-red figures.

Those were high-ranking gods of the Blood-Patterned Giant race, especially the five-star demon who stayed behind.

This is the corpse of the Blood-Striped Giant, preserved within the Golden Space.

For some unknown reason, the golden space that seemed to exist within Jinshan's main body was actually connected to the blood-colored plane. This was a secret he had discovered not long ago.

That time in the mountains.

At Heimers's request.

Avril killed the Blood-Striped Giant, preserving the corpse as much as possible, and now handed it all over to Heimers.

It even includes the corpses of some god-level blood elves.

In Hell, even god-level powerhouses don't have the concept of respecting the dead.

Since Heimers wanted to conduct research, Avril and the remaining few dozen blood elves naturally had to cooperate fully.

Otherwise, how could they be a clan?

Avril was confused.

She wasn't sure if the Blood Elves, who numbered only a few dozen, had any future.

Hemeros went to the Amethyst Mountains, and Avril wanted to go with him, but he refused.

The surviving blood elves are temporarily settling in the mountains where the blood pool is located.

Whether it's taking revenge on the eighteen families or succeeding as the head of the manor, these are not things that the small blood elf race can participate in.

Although they don't care about their families.

But the blood elf women were beautiful and the men were handsome, and Heimos could not bear to see them completely wiped out.

He's a looks-obsessed person; otherwise, he wouldn't care so much about appearance.

No one cares about the powerful beings in the highest or god-like planes.

But Heimers refused.

Another important point is that, as a branch of the Elven race, the Blood Elves not only do not get close to the laws of nature, but their racial talents are also biased towards the rules of destruction.

Such spirits are truly rare, and no matter what, he was unwilling to let them disappear.

Now that the will of the plane can study life forms and races, Heimers will not let it go either.

……

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle~!"

The Blood-Striped Giant plunged into the sea of ​​blood, but most of it was enveloped by Heimus's bubbles.

He wasn't confident he could understand the Blood-Striped Giant in one study, but the Blood Sea seemed to have absorbed some of the characteristics of the Golden Space.

It actually has the ability to decompose.

The corpses of the Blood-Striped Giants were directly decomposed into cells, and then into even smaller substances.

"Even if I do nothing else, the cells and other substances in the sea of ​​blood alone are enough to accelerate the process of life evolution over hundreds of millions of years."

That's true.

The time it took for the blue planet to go from its birth to the appearance of the first amino acid was extremely long.

Of course, some believe that amino acids existed before the birth of celestial bodies.

In short, we had the life-sustaining matter provided by Heimers.

The time when native life forms emerge in the Crimson Plane will definitely be brought forward significantly.

"What a pity!"

He couldn't help but sigh, "I still can't actively create life."

This is what Heimers focused on studying.

Or perhaps it's a secret pattern that the Blood-Striped Giant was born with.

Create life?

That's a skill unique to the controller of Hongmeng. He's not even at the Great Perfection level yet, so he can't be too ambitious.

Heimers' research continues.

The Panlong World is great; once you become a Saint, you practically have unlimited life.

He didn't know what his crimson spatial will was, but it couldn't possibly be below the Saint Realm.

……

"Although they all practice the rules of destruction, the talents of different blood-patterned giants are vastly different, which is probably related to the blood patterns on their bodies."

"Is the principle behind devouring the mist generated by the boiling blood pool also based on this?"

A sliver of consciousness was separated, mainly from Heimus's original Saint Domain consciousness, while the Earth clone did not neglect its cultivation.

Research takes just as much time as cultivation.

Three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

"It's time."

Having been reborn into this world, Heimers knew that the limits of the magical universe were almost completely locked.

Although his primary goal was to reach the Great Perfection and then study the main godhead that had become a colorless mist.

But the decomposition properties of the Crimson Plane are also something he needs.

A person who does not plan for the future will have trouble in the present.

He won't be satisfied.

Without Ouf's focus, without Utrecht's extraordinary talent.

Heimers can only rely on his innate superpowers.

Born a super mythical beast, he actually became the ruler of destruction. In terms of talent, no one can compare to Utred.

The Bra tribe's Orf, who has abandoned all negative emotions, is perhaps only comparable to a supercomputer devoid of emotions in terms of focus.

Heimers didn't have either of these.

But he has the Golden Space!

Although the accidental melting of the main godhood was heartbreaking, the benefits brought by the golden space were undeniable.

Without the talent to devour everything, Heimers wasn't confident he could break through to the Great Perfection.

This is a realm that countless living beings yearn for yet can never reach.

……

"Whoosh!"

Hemos flew directly out of the manor lord's residence.

"Notify Lei Sijing, we should head to the summit of Hongyang Mountain to engage in battle!"

Lei Sijing isn't at the official residence. Where did that guy go? Heimers might know.

But with Tarinar accompanying Resjing, there was no worry about not being able to get through.

So when Reese took Tarenall, Heimers didn't stop him.

This is the moment we've been waiting for.

"Lord Leisijing, our master said he is going to Hongyang Mountain and told us to meet at the city gate."

"Let's go!"

The two took off at the same time.

Lei Sijing now wears the insignia of the Hongyang Prefecture Army, so flying within the city is no longer considered a violation.

As for Tarenall.

He has lived in Hongyang Prefecture for hundreds of millions of years, and even the soldiers in the Hongyang Prefecture army know him.

At this point, Tarenaar still appears as that sleazy old man, which is also the image he presents to the outside world.

Although the gods do not recognize each other by their appearance, a fixed image is still necessary.

"Whoosh!"

At the city gate, Heimers raised his hand and tossed out something that looked like a metal ball.

The metal sphere expanded in response, transforming in the blink of an eye into a giant, iron-gray, spindle-shaped metal ship.

"Click!"

A small hatch split off directly from the center of the giant ship.

Heimers was the first to enter.

"Whoosh!"

Two streaks of light, one purple and one blue, flashed by, and Tarenall and Resjing were already inside the metal cockpit.

"Master~!"

"Old Black".

Tarenall bowed respectfully to Heimers, while Resjing simply nodded at his bald head.

Let's go!

I didn't let Tarena do it for me.

Heimers personally controlled the metallic lifeform to fly towards the Rainbow Sun Mountain, which resembled a disc of the sun.

The entire Hongyang Mountain is actually a mountain range consisting of a main peak and countless auxiliary peaks.