Reborn as a dragon, I devoured the main godhead.

It's unclear when exactly, but the Ruler of Rules has long since surpassed the Ruler of Laws.

Ouf is even more terrifying, always having an endless stream of amazing moves.

Apart from Utrecht, all the other rulers, whether they were law masters or rule masters, had long since given up on the idea of ​​directly confronting Ouf.

Especially when it comes to developing unique techniques, there's no way to succeed even if you don't give up.

Everyone admired Ouf's strength, but at the same time, they couldn't stand the tedious and endless research.

In particular, the other seven elemental law masters have no hope of even breaking through to the Great Perfection stage, let alone the will to research their innate special moves that enhance their amplitude power.

"I really didn't expect that."

Faced with the Death Lord's slightly playful question, Heimers told the truth.

Although he already knew, Heimers couldn't very well admit that he was a time traveler, so he could only play along a little.

……

"Whoosh!"

As if time and space had shifted, Heimers and Chris vanished simultaneously from the Netherworld Palace, leaving behind only the scattered Reis Crystal in the wind.

"No, boss, what are you going to do?"

Lei Sijing was stunned.

In the last hundreds of thousands of years, when has he ever left Heimers?

“Resjing, Master and Lord Hemes have gone to see another God. You should come with us.”

Before Resjing could be embarrassed for long, Adru appeared in time and pulled him out of the Netherworld Main Hall.

Amidst the endless mist shrouding the summit of Youming Mountain, there are palaces and pavilions of all sizes.

If not for the summons of the Supreme God.

Apart from the Golden Serpent Adru and the Silver Serpent Yinnawei, no outsider is qualified to enter the Netherworld Main Hall.

Even Tina and the others couldn't do it.

In the world of the gods, the hierarchy is extremely strict, even among the gods themselves.

"No, my boss and I have never been apart!"

Lei Sijing was not happy.

I have a feeling that the Lord of Death has stolen his favor from Heimers.

This analogy isn't quite right, but it does somewhat reflect Lei Sijing's current sense of loss.

"Res Crystal~!"

Adru the Golden Snake looked at him with an expression as if he were an idiot.

"Are you fucking an idiot? Does the Supreme God consult you before making decisions?"

Of course, he only complained to himself.

It's not time to say it out loud.

Compared to Resjing, the son of the main god, Adru and Yinnawei are of slightly lower status in front of the main god.

"Don't cause trouble. This is the territory of the Supreme God. We can only obey all the Supreme God's commands."

Adru said.

At the same time, they took Res Crystal to a palace at the top of the mountain.

Fine wine and delicious food are served.

……

Deep within the Netherworld Temple.

A long, emerald-green table was laden with delicious food.

Knowing that Heimers was a master chef, the Lord of Death had prepared only rare and exotic fruits this time.

And a pot of Netherworld Wine, made entirely from Netherworld Fruit.

The purple hue is dotted with specks of emerald green, making the wine jug, carved from transparent crystal, seem like a treasure as well.

Hemerus was unaware that this was brewed from the Netherworld Fruit.

But he sensed something extraordinary.

The small wine pot seemed to possess the aura of a wondrous object belonging to heaven and earth.

Heimus was not at the Great Perfection stage; he was the Blood Sea God, whose knowledge far surpassed that of any god-level expert.

"Is this prepared for me?"

His eyes shone.

Although the Death Lord that Heme knew had a somewhat eccentric personality, he hadn't noticed it even after living with him for thousands of years.

I don't know if it's a split personality or something else.

Or rather, the current ruler of death is not the same ruler of death that will exist in the endless ages to come.

At least his personality hasn't turned bad.

Standing at the very pinnacle of the entire magical universe, with no further advancement in strength, even spending all day fishing would become boring.

Fishing is certainly a hobby, but this has continued for countless years.

There will always be times when you get tired of it.

At that time, the ruler of death had actually lost its motivation.

From the perspective of the four dominant rules of the magical universe, this is indeed an extremely boring world.

No wonder, the idea of ​​breaking this world began to grow in Auf's mind.

Utrecht has a goal: to catch up with Ouf.

Even the rulers of laws have goals.

Their goal is to catch up with a few rule-makers.

Perfection is impossible.

But even the Supreme Artifact is an upgrade.

In particular, the Lord of Light successfully obtained the supreme artifact of destiny.

Such a precedent greatly encourages other law-ruling entities.

Augusta successfully replaced the Thunder Lord Hurley, becoming the number one Law Lord.

……

"Of course!"

Chris said with a smile.

At the same time, a woman in green emerged from the depths of the Netherworld Palace.

He looks no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, but Heimus doesn't think so. With the Lord of Death around, who would judge his age by his appearance?

In a world where immortality is easily attained, determining the age of a person is meaningless.

However, for beings like the Death Sovereigns, who were born in the early stages of a plane, the only significance of age is probably experience.

Chris knew about what happened in the early stages of the Underworld and had witnessed the spectacular explosion of life in the Underworld Sea.

"Come on~!"

Heimers, out of control, appeared directly in front of the long table.

Without any hesitation, he chose a tree-shaped seat and sat down.

"Splash!"

The purple liquid was poured from the transparent jug into the emerald green goblet, and Hemeth picked it up and drank it.

"Boom!"

The terrifying energy descended like a clear spring of sweet dew, and his entire divine body seemed like a dried-up riverbed.

The instantaneous feeling of comfort was almost uncontrollable.

"Ah~~!"

Hemos made an inappropriate sound, the kind of strange sound that could make an ignorant girl blush.

Unfortunately, only the Lord of Death and the God of the Underworld were present.

No one has had a similar experience.

Although they have existed for billions of years, neither Chris nor Tiffany experienced it and could not empathize with it.

Heimers had experienced it before, but this kind of soul stimulation was far more comfortable than that trivial matter; it was simply indescribable.

No matter how you try to explain it, it's all rather weak and ineffective.

"Is it that exciting?"

Tiffany looked completely innocent; she simply couldn't understand it.

As the maker of the Ghost Fruit Wine, Tiffany certainly had tasted it.

This fruit wine was made with reference to the unique brewing techniques of the Netherworld Continent's fiery liquor, Panda.

The Spirit Panda is a race that is obsessed with alcohol, not so much with drinking as with brewing.

It has to be said that the world is a big place, and there are all sorts of bizarre races.

……

"Perhaps!"

The Lord of Death remained indifferent.

Her true form is unique and powerful, the most unique aspect being her soul. Neither the Nether Fruit nor the Nether Fruit Wine she brews has much of a stimulating effect.

I can't empathize with them.