Reborn as a dragon, I devoured the main godhead.

"Mind your own business, let's just stay at our posts!"

In Moonlight Territory.

Once you reach the Seven-Star Elf level, you'll be qualified to build your own castle.

It is equivalent to the lord of hell, only not in the form of a city.

Unlike Hell, which is full of danger and killing, the Realm of Life is much more peaceful.

Therefore, Olafur Castle is not only a castle, but also a symbol of Olafur's power.

……

Olafell Castle.

"Olavel, where did your main battle clone go?"

Lord Gaston's face darkened. "You're not going to tell me that your main battle avatar has perished, are you?"

"I'm sorry, clan leader, both my main battle avatar and my Saintly Realm main body have perished in Hell."

Olafell kept his head down.

"Did he happen to perish in the Rainbow Sun Palace on the Hellish Bauhinia Continent, or did he fall at the hands of a super strong expert named Heimers?"

Gaston said calmly.

"Clan leader, do you also know about this person?"

Not only has Olaviel lost its strongest combatant, but now it only has a light-elemental clone left. In addition, it does not want to be exposed, so it has hardly left Olaviel Castle for hundreds of thousands of years.

He didn't even know that Hemos had gone to the newly formed Blood Sea Plane.

What they didn't know was that Heimers had once slaughtered hundreds of powerful members of the Azure Dragon lineage, one of the Four Divine Beasts.

He just kept saying to himself:

"It's all because of my bad luck. My all-out soul attack didn't work as expected. Otherwise, I would already be the Lord of Rainbow Sun Palace, and the Moon Elf Clan would have a wider space to live, avoiding competition with other branches of the Elf Clan."

Speaking of the fall of his strongest clone, Olafell was naturally filled with regret.

The main concern is whether the clan chief will hold him accountable.

He did indeed conceal the fact that it was a rare and wondrous artifact, the White Bone Gourd.

"Olavel!"

Gaston completely ignored Olafell's rambling and simply stared at him.

"Chief, what's wrong? Is it because I didn't report the fall of my strongest avatar to you, and is still occupying Auraville Castle? I'll relinquish all the castle's profits right now!"

The castle in Moonlight Territory is not only a symbol of the strength and status of the Seven Star Elves, but also represents their interests.

"No!"

A seven-star expert's seclusion can last for tens of thousands of years or even longer. In addition, if a seven-star expert falls, their strongest clone may refine a divine spark and regain its strength.

This is not against the rules.

Continuing to occupy Aurawel Castle is fine; even in Aurawel's current situation, controlling it for a longer period wouldn't be a problem.

The territory of Consul Gaston of the Moonlight is also the territory of all the powerful Moonlight Elves.

Of course, he certainly wasn't looking for an excuse to confront Olafur.

The lingering images transmitted from hell contained content beyond Gaston's and Olaf's comprehension.

However, due to Olafur's isolation from the world for the last hundreds of thousands of years, he was slow to react to news from the outside world.

I don't know what happened?

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Gaston said.

"I……"

Olafell fell silent.

"Would you like me to give you a reasonable hint?"

Gaston's gaze was sharp.

"Olavel, when did you develop a death clone? And it can even self-destruct?"

Olafell's forehead began to bead with sweat that shouldn't have been there.

Having been a god for billions of years, he had even forgotten what sweating felt like, but not anymore.

Chief Gaston's gaze, and his description of that battle, stirred up terrible memories for Olafur.

It wasn't Heimers that was terrible, but rather the patriarch Gaston's reproach.

That's a gourd made of white bones.

In the magical universe, this might be unique; Olavier estimated that even the Supreme God would covet it.

"Pfft!"

Olafell knelt down.

He is no longer the Seven Star Demon he once was, and he has lost the White Bone Gourd. Now, all he can rely on is probably his identity as a Moon Elf.

A mere six-star demon is absolutely incapable of protecting itself.

"Chieftain!"

Olafell looked sorrowful and said:

"I have indeed concealed a special and wondrous object from heaven and earth."

So, how will he obtain the White Bone Gourd, how will he gradually discover all its uses, and how will he discard it?

I explained everything in detail.

Given Gaston and Olafur's soul strength, the whole incident wouldn't take much time.

"What? The White Bone Gourd can grant a powerful being who has become a god a clone, and one with the same talent as the powerful being? Do you know what you're saying?"

You won't know unless you ask.

Upon being asked, Gaston was utterly horrified.

"Can the Supreme God use this wondrous artifact, the White Bone Gourd?"

This is a question, but Olafel cannot answer it, because he is not a god, and does not even know what a god looks like.

He had only glimpsed the shadows of the main god's actions a few times.

It's unknown how many billions of years ago it was.

Anyway, it was something the Moon Elf race had collected before, and Olaviel had seen it when he went to Hell.

But that was the main god at that time.

It is often a giant energy face that is hundreds of meters high.

Whether in the realm of life or hell, the way the chief god takes action is always the same.

"I have no idea!"

Olafel bowed his head.

"You have done a great job!"

Gaston said, "Originally, it would have been impossible for you to get revenge, but now it's different. Perhaps there is actually a sliver of a chance that you can get your revenge."

"However, everything depends on this wondrous artifact, the White Bone Gourd. As long as this White Bone Gourd is also useful to the Supreme God, then Heimers is doomed."

Even if he is at the Great Perfection stage.

"what?"

Olafell was stunned.

"What kind of luck is this, trying to use a soul attack against a Great Perfection expert with a flawless soul?"

He wanted to cry but had no tears.

"But clan leader, even if the White Bone Gourd is somewhat useful to the main god, would the main god care about a white bone clone that is as insignificant as an ant?"

Compared to Gaston's confidence, Olafur had no confidence at all.

"If I leak the information about the White Bone Gourd, will Heimers let me go?"

He dared not report it to the clan chief.

He wanted to continue concealing the death of his main battle avatar, partly because he was worried about not being able to explain the matter of the White Bone Gourd, and partly because of Heimos.

At that time, Olafur was still aware of Heimers' true strength.

Even so, he dared not easily publicize the existence of the White Bone Gourd.

Having only a light-elemental clone left, and having offended a super-strong individual, is certainly not a wise choice.

Even with the connections of a super-powerful individual, it doesn't mean Olaviel is safe, even if he hides in the Moonlight Territory of the God of Life.

"I have no idea!"

Gaston shook his head. He was just a messenger of the Supreme God, not the Supreme God himself. How would he know what the Supreme God cared about?

"Now, you just need to wait at Olafell Castle. I'll be right back!"

"Boom!" The emerald green metallic life form soared into the air, and Gaston instantly disappeared into the horizon.

"God!"

Before Olafell, the imposing Gaston was now kneeling respectfully before a blue-haired man.

That's the situation.

"Okay, okay, okay~!"

The green-haired man's eyes lit up; he was clearly tempted.

“Gaston, although the main artifact can no longer be given to you, the power of the main god will not be stingy.”

"Whoosh!"