Reborn as a dragon, I devoured the main godhead.

Demon Castle will not create special demon-themed assessment tasks for examinees.

All they do is filter!

"Kill!"

Salif's longsword blazed with intense flames, and a terrifying blade of light cleaved off the head of a heavily armored man in black.

Just as the heavily armored man in black was about to use his divine power to heal his injuries, the longsword reversed its direction, turning a straight slash into a diagonal thrust.

The blade struck the black-armored man's head with perfect accuracy.

"Boom!" Crimson flames surged, instantly engulfing the black divine core within the skull.

The soul contained within the divine essence was scattered in an instant, and a heavily armored man with the strength of a high-level god perished.

"Quickly, clear out the castle, otherwise none of the examinees will survive this demon trial."

Salif was kind-hearted after all.

"Yes, boss."

The powerful god who had followed Salif for billions of years casually agreed.

save people?

They don't have that motivation.

……

The ancient castle that blocks the view.

Another direction.

Conrad followed closely behind Saba, never leaving his side.

"Didn't you find Hemeros?"

"No."

Conrad said with a start.

"By now, most of the demon examiners should be dead, and Heimers is probably dead too."

A faint hint of pleasure strained across Saba's skeletal face.

no way!

Being so ugly, coupled with his almost non-existent facial muscles, Saba couldn't make any more complex expressions.

"Boom!"

Another wisp of fog rolled in, and Conrad's bewildered expression paused for a moment before returning to normal.

Not far away, a masked man in black robes appeared, also holding a withered wooden scepter in his hand.

"Has it been taken control? No wonder it's been immune to my Soul Mist time and time again!"

"Shield Knight, haven't you dealt with the crawler yet?"

A hoarse, dry voice resonated in the souls of the five remaining black-armored men.

“That blond, muscular man is strange; we can’t break through his defenses, and the other examinees are being held back by those star-level demons.”

The man in black heavy armor said in fear.

"Useless!"

"Focus your efforts on taking down that blond hunk, I'll deal with these two lone guys."

……

"Bang!"

After killing a yellow-armored man, Salif's companions gathered, casually collecting the man's corpse, completely ignoring the several middle-ranking gods who looked on with longing.

"Trying to block the golden knife?"

"Eight hundred thousand inkstones, not a single one less!"

A rough, powerful voice came through the black helmet.

This person is probably a dwarf, judging from his short stature, he has large hands and feet, and his whole body is muscular.

That's probably only true for dwarves.

Dwarves and orcs are both life forms that are widely distributed across the material plane.

If you don't remove your helmet...

No one could tell which specific branch of race this person belonged to.

"I want it!"

A purple-haired youth rushed up to the dwarf and handed him his spatial ring.

"Consider yourself lucky!"

The dwarf then pulled out his golden sword and handed it to the purple-haired youth.

"Oh, really for sale?"

The black-armored dwarf's action greatly envied the surviving demon examiners.

"Isn't that obvious? The people from Demon Castle said they only recognize tokens, not people."

The survivors communicated with each other via telepathy.

"What if we..."

"You want to die? We're not going to play along! Since the purple-haired youth dared to buy the token in person, why would he be afraid of you snatching it?"

The purple-haired youth sheathed his golden knife and glanced at the demon examinees who were exchanging telepathic messages with a half-smile.

Without saying anything, he continued to follow Salif and the others not far away.

As for why?

Because those who didn't follow all died!

This fortified castle, seemingly a solid stone structure, is only restricted to those who are demon examiners.

Salif, as well as the yellow-armored and black-armored people who appear from time to time, can all come and go freely.

Salif and his men broke through the walls of the fortified castle by force, while the yellow-armored and black-armored men passed right through the walls.

They are the local landlords.

……

Now, apart from the gatekeepers, a small number of yellow-armored men, and a few black-armored men, only three groups of people from the Demon Castle side are still alive at Zhelan Castle.

Saba, and Conrad following behind Saba;

Salif and his companions, and the examiners following behind them;

Heimers himself.

The arrogant high god, who thought himself extraordinary and very powerful, believed that passing the test would be a piece of cake for him.

As a result, they were completely wiped out in one battle.

Even the superior divine essence within his body became a gain for the black-armored man.

In the end, they all became Heimers' spoils of war.

So many inkstones?

Heimus shook his tattered mid-level artifact armor and happily counted his wealth.

Chapter 22 Desperate Situation

This is hell.

All the spatial rings were filled with inkstones, of course.

He didn't mind, since inkstones and earth crystals could be exchanged for each other anyway.

The exchange fee is very low.

Next to Hemerus, several black-armored corpses lay scattered about.

Sitting beside several headless corpses, he nonchalantly counted and calculated the total number of inkstones collected this time.

"Far from it, this amount of wealth is still far from enough!"

Heimos originally didn't care about the wealth from inkstones or earth crystals.

However, since the discovery of the golden space within him, there may be a possibility of refining the power of the main god.

Heimers' thoughts suddenly became fervent.

The power of the Supreme God—this is the hard currency of the Four Supreme Gods and the Seven Elemental God Planes.

Who wouldn't like it?

He stayed in the Chongxuan Mountains and later simply left the Earth God Realm, which prevented him from becoming the chief god's messenger as a lower-level god as in the original timeline.

However,

Hemerus has no regrets.

Becoming a messenger of the main god when you are weak is definitely not a good thing. Except for those who have reached the Great Perfection, the main god treats his messengers like servants.

He might be different, but Heimers wasn't sure.

If one must become an emissary of a certain god, one should at least choose someone one finds pleasing to the eye.

"Never mind!"

Hemos put away the spatial ring, deciding to put the matter aside for the time being.

It is unclear how many inkstones are needed to extract a single drop of the power of the main god.

However, judging from the few words in the original work, this number should be very large, estimated to be tens of trillions of inkstones.

In view of this, he temporarily abandoned the idea of ​​refining the power of the main god.