Reborn as a dragon, I devoured the main godhead.

The follower ritual is one of the highest-level and most sacred rituals since the birth of hell.

Followers must make a request to those they follow, and upon receiving permission, the followers must swear an oath to the Supreme God.

The ceremony is now complete!

This sacred relationship between follower and follower is upheld by the supreme god of destiny.

There is a supreme God of destiny!

Who dares to break their oath?

Although such rituals have gradually faded from the historical stage, some people still remember that they were a product of the era before the main gods.

The strong band together for mutual support, but since they can't sign contracts like in Warcraft, they can only evolve into this kind of alliance of interests to protect their mutual benefits.

Following is not enslavement; it is often an investment in those with strong potential.

Salif had a gut feeling that this middle-ranking god before him was a king worth following, though he couldn't explain why.

It was just an intuition.

Will Chapter 24 be about that Barmer?

"who am I?"

Where am I?

What should I do?

Although it has existed for hundreds of millions of years

But Heimers didn't really develop consciousness for very long; how could he have experienced that?

“Receive the weapon, acknowledge the warrior’s allegiance, and then simultaneously swear a sacred oath to the supreme god.”

Brittany was frantic!

She had never seen such a lowbrow follower as Hemeros.

However, driven by a psychological need to witness the sacred ritual, he guided Heimers step by step through the ceremony.

"May the supreme god of destiny bear witness that I, Barmer Salif, swear to follow Lord Heimers to the death, and from this day forward, I will take Lord Heimers' interests as my own and Lord Heimers' pursuits as my own!"

Hemeth listened quietly as Salif swore his oath to the Supreme God, but then fell into a brief silence.

Fortunately, Brittany, a fervent advocate of the sacred ritual, was also there to help.

He was only momentarily stunned, so that the people who witnessed everything did not worry.

However, the vast majority of people were completely bewildered.

"I, Heimers, am willing to accept Barmer Salif's patronage and regard him as my brother and partner from this day forward!"

Symbolically accepting the high-ranking divine weapon, the longsword, from Salif's hand, Heimus finally completed the sacred ritual.

"Boom!"

A sudden clap of thunder echoed in the sky, seemingly faint, yet simultaneously born from the souls of Heimus and Salif.

Only they knew that the sacred ceremony was complete.

"How did it go?" Brittany asked quickly, "Did the follower ceremony between you two go through?"

Her eyes shone with excitement, completely unaware that she herself had created and witnessed history.

A five-star demon following a mid-level god who has just completed his demonic trial is truly unprecedented in Hell.

"It's done!"

Salif said with a smile.

He decided to follow Hemerus on a whim, and fearing rejection, he decided to undermine him.

Although there is still a risk of rejection, the risk is extremely small, and Salif is betting that people will be willing to witness the follower's ritual.

This is extremely rare.

The birth of such a sacred ritual is itself full of surprises and unexpected events, as it must be initiated willingly and voluntarily by the followers.

As he predicted, things turned out just as he had expected.

Heimers did not refuse.

Although they didn't understand the rituals, Devil's Castle had Britney, a fervent supporter of the sacred rites, so Salif didn't need to guide them personally.

"It's done!"

Hemerus nodded. He wasn't unaware of the oath of the Supreme God of Fate; he was unaware of the follower ritual.

"So the world of Panlong has such a unique feature?"

What you learn from books is never enough; you must put it into practice to truly understand.

History books only record the rise and fall of dozens or at most hundreds of people, but they are the real experiences of hundreds of millions of people.

This is absolutely different.

"Wait a minute, what did you just say your name was, Barmer Salif?" Hames asked, snapping out of his daze.

"That's right, sir!"

Regardless of what others thought, Salif immediately got into character and became a follower.

"Barmer, Barmer?"

"That's not right!"

Heimers muttered to himself.

"Bamer, this must be a powerful being from the fire-elemental divine plane, right?"

He wasn't asking anyone; he was simply searching for a somewhat hazy memory from hundreds of thousands of years ago, when he was just an ordinary person on Earth.

The fact that the name "Barmer" is remembered indirectly foreshadows its extraordinary nature.

"That's right, so the lord actually knew I came from the fire-type divine plane?"

Salif, or Barmer, was extremely astonished.

Because Barmer is his given name, and Salif is his family name.

But in Hell, he never revealed his real name, always using his family name, Salif.

"I was born in the material plane, and first went to the fire god plane, but I couldn't find the feeling of life-and-death adventure in the fire god plane. Taking advantage of the low teleportation cost at that time, I spent all my savings to teleport to Hell."

Heimers nodded.

Compared to the Supreme Plane, the Elemental God Realm is still not very powerful.

Didn't he also end up in hell?

"I just don't know if this Bamer is the one I know!"

Heimers thought to himself.

So he didn't ask any further questions.

You'll find out eventually.

It's just a five-star demon, not worth taking. But if it's really that Barmer, then everything will be different.

This is the most sacred follower ritual in the highest plane, witnessed by the supreme god of destiny.

There was no coercion or inducement; the entire process was initiated by Barmer himself.

This isn't our old black man's fault!

"Saliv, you still haven't told me what exactly happened to you?"

Everything happened so fast that even the middle-aged man with white hair was stunned.

I just have a question: how come so many things happened all at once? Does it have anything to do with what I asked?

Is he even close enough to get close?

Speechless.

"Haha, Aiken, wasn't I just about to say that? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Barmer Salif said with a smile.

"A mid-level god can already kill a five-star demon, and a five-star demon who cultivates the rules of death."

"With material attacks surpassing mine, wouldn't it be foolish not to follow such an adult?"

Barmer felt he had made a profit.

Hemeros felt he hadn't lost out; he gained followers and also discovered a possibility that was both magical and unbelievable.

Makes a killing, doesn't it?

"Didn't you ask me if the mission failed?"

"Yup!"

The middle-aged man with white hair nodded.

"You even said it was a success."

"I failed, but my family succeeded!"

A flicker of fear crossed Barmer's eyes. If it weren't for Heimers, he might have been permanently trapped under Bassim's soul control.

"what?"

The middle-aged man with white hair was astonished.

"Did your family succeed?"

"So, the Lord of Zhelan Fortress was killed by Heimers?"

Aiken froze, feeling a strange sense of disbelief that he was being mocked.

"So it turns out that Heimers killed the Lord of the Fortress of the Fortress. Wasn't he just a mid-level god?"

Aiken was a little excited, so his voice was very loud and everyone inside the metal life pod could hear it.