Reborn as a dragon, I devoured the main godhead.

"You two, get out of here!"

The Lord of Death's smile vanished as they were being dragged up.

Her smile was only for Heimers and Resjing to see; no one else should even think about it.

Even so, this is based on the premise that Heimers is 'unaware' that the Lord of Death is a supreme god.

Once their identity is exposed, they will immediately distance themselves from each other, and this is beyond their control.

"Yes, sir!"

Both the eight-meter-tall giant and the man in black robes had ashen faces.

The experience at the bottom of the lake was not exactly pleasant.

The Netherworld Lake may not seem large, but it has dozens of underground rivers at its bottom and is teeming with fish monsters.

These are all low-intelligence aquatic fish monsters, but even though they are low in intelligence, their strength is not low.

Previously, the Xuan Shui Dragon King Shark, which was gutted and turned into a delicacy by Heimus, was such a prime example.

Even so, the Xuan Shui Dragon King Shark is not the strongest fish monster in the Netherworld Lake.

According to the red-haired girl, who is also the Lord of Death, there is a fish monster with the strength of a seven-star demon in the Nether Lake.

Perhaps it can no longer be called a fish monster.

This is a ferocious beast.

"Wait a minute!"

Just as Thrall and Alberti were about to fly away, Heimus telepathically transmitted a message to the crimson-skinned giant.

"Does the master have any further instructions?"

This guy is eight meters tall and seems reckless and ignorant, but he has a clear understanding of the current situation.

"what happened?"

The Lord of Death is also very strange.

Because both of these guys are only seven-star demons, although their strength is not bad, they both have obvious flaws.

If we cannot go any further.

Their future achievements will most likely stop at the Seven Star Demon level; there's really nothing worth paying attention to.

"grown ups?"

The man in black robes had already flown away, but the giant in red robes dared not leave.

This burly man, who was as tall as an iron tower, looked rather pitiful at this moment.

It's really hilarious.

But there's nothing I can do!

This is the magical universe, a world where the strong prey on the weak and strength reigns supreme.

The might of the strong is inviolable, but the dignity of the weak is nonexistent.

The red-haired girl, the bald boy, and the blond, muscular young man were clearly all super-strong individuals of the same level.

Birds of a feather flock together; this is an eternal truth, and it applies even in other worlds.

Regardless of the circumstances, they are all super beings that Thrall cannot afford to offend.

He could only stand there, stunned, as if awaiting his fate.

"Don't worry, I mean no harm."

Heimus said calmly, "My name is Heimus. Show me your totem pole."

"Yes, sir!"

Sal readily accepted the good advice.

Without the slightest hesitation.

"If you take a liking to my totem pole, I will give it to you."

"Thump!"

The totem pole, half a meter in diameter, was held by Sal with the same agility as Sun Wukong's golden cudgel.

Compared to its height of over eight meters, the totem pole, with a diameter of half a meter, doesn't seem particularly heavy.

The diameter and length are just right.

Although it weighs over ten million kilograms, even heavier than the Monkey King's golden cudgel, it is the most suitable weight for Sal to hold.

"No need, I'm just looking, I don't want your weapon."

Faced with the massive totem pole carefully handed to him, Heimus gently stroked it with his hand, and the totem pole, weighing tens of millions of pounds, was lifted up by him with ease.

It was a little inconvenient to hold with Heimers' large hands, but not too uncomfortable.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be a fire-type divine beast, right?"

He also has a keen eye.

"Yes!"

Sal nodded obediently, like a good child who had done something wrong.

"Lord Hemes, my true form is the Wrathful Divine Bull, born in the Fiery Hell Plane."

"Not bad, a born fire-type divine beast with such power, your future is promising."

Compared to the indifference of the Death Ruler Chris, Heimers particularly liked this kind of brute.

Although in other people's eyes, he was originally the type of a rough and tumble man.

But Heimers doesn't think so.

He is the supreme god, and the supreme god is not a brute or not.

Strength determines everything.

Most divine beast talents become useless once they reach the level of a main god.

Divine beast talents that can still be greatly amplified at the main god stage are basically at the level of super divine beasts.

"I have a friend who needs a strong person like you. Are you willing to serve him?"

Sal was dumbfounded.

He thought Hemerus was only interested in his totem pole weapon, but he didn't expect him to bring up some friends.

Are you stupid?

Lei Sijing couldn't stand it anymore.

He seemed to have guessed it, but he wasn't quite sure. Anyway, it didn't stop him from making his rant.

"My boss is at the Great Perfection level. Have you ever thought about what level his friends are at?"

Lei Sijing seemed to have never seen such a block of wood before.

"Ah, the Great Perfection?"

"You...you are Lord Hembus from Hell?"

Sal was simply confused, not that he hadn't heard of Heimus, but Heimus was a Grand Perfection expert from Hell, and this was the Underworld continent.

He didn't dare to think about it too deeply.

Given the sheer size of the underworld, it's perfectly normal for names to be repeated.

"Isn't that obvious?"

Lei Sijing knew exactly what his underlings should do. "The one who just punished you was the Green Leaf Fortress Lord of the Underworld. What kind of power do you think my boss has?"

He's not wrong; anyone who can stand together must be a strong person of the same level.

The four supreme planes and the seven elemental planes are strictly hierarchical.

Even when Heimers went to the battlefield of the plane where powerful beings gathered, he was still someone that all the commanders bowed to.

"Sir...sir~!"

Sal was rambling incoherently.

"I just never expected that Lord Hemes from the Hell plane would actually come to our Underworld Continent!"

He had no choice but to keep bowing and scraping in the face of Lei Sijing's repeated reprimands.

Pitiful and helpless.

"It's nothing!"

Heimers roughly figured out the principle behind the disappearance and reappearance of the totem poles.

I'm confident I can replicate it.

In gratitude to Thrall, he added a little more divine essence to his lava totem pole.

Although not many, they can still elevate his main combat weapon to a higher level.

Heimers is already adept at using the golden space.

Even if divine essence is added to the totem pole, it is completed in an instant.

From that moment on, the totem pole, made entirely of Flowing Flame Gold, became different.

It was still a high-ranking artifact, but it was different for Heimers. The so-called high-ranking artifact was nothing more than a piece of junk that he had smashed with a single punch.

If it is a superior artifact forged entirely from the essence of divinity, even Heimus cannot do anything about it.

Divine weapons, with the exception of a few rare and wondrous items, are already somewhere between divine artifacts and main divine artifacts.

While rare and wondrous things are scarce, Heimus can mass-produce divine weapons.

Just like the main artifact.

In fact, they are quite different.

Even a main artifact crafted from a roadside stone possesses power comparable to a meticulously crafted main artifact; at least, even high-ranking gods and those at the Great Perfection level cannot detect the difference.