Reborn as a dragon, I devoured the main godhead.

Anyway, the space isn't that big.

It originally accommodated more than a thousand people and was divided into front and rear cabins, but that's no longer necessary.

With the front and rear cabins combined, the metal lifeforms have shrunk in size, allowing for faster flight speeds.

"What do you think? Should we follow that Hemerus?"

"It seems like everyone values ​​that ceremony quite a bit. If we can latch onto such a powerful figure, passing the demon test should be much easier, right?"

They started discussing it.

This does not include the purple-haired youth who bought the Golden Knife.

Not only did he not participate in the discussion, but a faint mockery also flickered in his purple eyes.

"What kind of ugly, deformed person could have such a wild idea?"

Without thinking, a dozen or so mid-level gods who had barely escaped with their lives and hadn't even obtained the Golden Blade of Protection suddenly ran up to Hemeth from behind.

Since this is a metallic life form belonging to the Demon Castle, and the Demon Trial has already ended, Heimers has no reason to prevent others from getting close.

"thump!"

"thump!"

...

More than a dozen mid-level gods knelt on one knee before Heimus, almost in unison saying:

"Hemes, we are willing to follow you, we only ask that you help us complete the demon assessment mission!"

Chapter 25 Finally, I feel comfortable.

"Gah?"

Heimers' pupils widened, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

"This!" Even the beautiful Brittany was stunned.

Heimers was astonished, for he had no idea that there could be such a shameless person in Hell.

Not only did they have some, but more than a dozen of them showed up at once.

Brittany was also astonished.

She felt that these dozen or so crawlers had tainted her beautiful vision of the sacred follower ritual.

"How dare you?"

Brittany stretched out her snow-white, jade-like hand, trembling as she pointed to the dozen or so mid-level gods kneeling haphazardly on the ground.

"Get lost!"

"Get out of here!"

She was absolutely furious. What kind of filthy wretch dared to defile Brittany's sacred ritual of following her?

"Our decision to follow Hemeros is none of your business!"

One of the middling gods, still kneeling, spoke eloquently, believing that this ritual was a transaction where each party got what they wanted.

They thought it was just a matter of asking the supreme god of fate to witness it, nothing serious.

As everyone knows,

This represents the eternal service of the follower to the one being followed, and also signifies the responsibility that the one being followed needs to fulfill.

In hell,

Each birth of a sacred follower is extremely difficult.

Almost every ceremony represents a legendary story.

Of course, Brittany doesn't rule out the possibility that this is also a survivor bias.

But she grew up reading these legendary stories, and the rituals of her followers were extremely sacred to her.

We will not tolerate these dozen or so despicable individuals causing harm!

"Hemes? Do you agree to follow us? If so, then join us in swearing an oath to the supreme god of destiny."

Seeing that Heimers did not respond, the mid-level gods urged him impatiently.

It seemed that Hemeros had truly benefited from gaining their followers.

"So what if they're high-ranking gods? Aren't they just as pathetic as us? Even their brothers are all dead!"

This is their true feeling, which is why people sometimes just can't see things clearly.

God is the same.

It doesn't mean that cultivating oneself into a god will lead to comprehensive improvement.

Intelligence is a good thing, but not everyone has it.

"Can I kill them?"

Heimers didn't reply, but simply looked up at the white-haired middle-aged man and asked.

“Aiken? That name also represents an extraordinary person.”

He thought to himself.

Hemos didn't know why, but he felt that there were always coincidences in his life after his rebirth.

For example, this time,

He even managed to encounter a five-star demon from the Vulcan realm, Bamer, and recruit him as a follower.

What a coincidence!

and also,

Hemus has yet to study the yellowish-brown bead he obtained from the Fortress of ...

It's probably some kind of strange object again!

Otherwise, the entire Shelter Castle couldn't have been sucked into it; it's not as simple as just putting things into a spatial ring.

"You can't kill them, but none of them completed the Demon Trial mission. You can throw them out of the Metal Life!"

Aiken, a middle-aged man with white hair, said.

He was also getting a little tired of these people.

Anyone with a modicum of self-awareness wouldn't make such a request.

What are follower rituals, industry contracts?

Even if it's an industry contract, there should be corresponding entry requirements. Can just anyone sign it?

Look at Barmer and Heimers!

One of them is a veteran five-star demon, and the other, although a mid-level god, has the strength to easily kill another five-star demon.

You guys are so kind to each other that you've formed a pact to become brothers forever. What are your thoughts on this?

Just as the purple-haired youth had thought:

What kind of weirdo dares to even try to participate in a follower ritual?

"Throw him out!"

Heimers said.

He follows the rules and knows to ask the person in charge of Devil's Castle first.

Actually, this wasn't absolutely necessary, because it wasn't inside the city. Even if Heimers killed those few arrogant and shameless guys, it wouldn't have been necessary.

Even a middle-aged man with white hair can't do anything to him, because that's how the rules of hell are.

Let alone killing a few failures in the demon assessment mission, if you really have the ability, killing Aiken directly would be acceptable.

Aside from the deceased's friends, no one would seek revenge for this.

Because that's the rule of Hell: life is about fighting. Unless you're a child of the God of God, and unless you're in a city, Hell is a battlefield.

"Bang bang bang~!"

Heimers finished speaking.

Barmer reversed the long sword in his hand and repeatedly slashed at more than a dozen kneeling mid-level gods with the back of the blade.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~!"

As they flew away, the same number of holes appeared in the metal lifeform wall.

Without collision or delay, the location of the crack in the metal life-form wall accurately predicted their trajectory.

"Huh? We came to Yilan City to participate in the Demon Trial. We handed in the Ink Stones. You can't just throw us out!"

The pitiful howl only lasted for a moment before being left behind by the high-speed flying metal lifeform.

I can't hear it anymore.

This is a wilderness tens of millions of miles away from Yilan City, where even metallic life forms would have to fly for months.

Can they fly on their own?

It is estimated that it will be several years before they can return to Yilan City.

Besides, this is a wilderness, without demon medals or high gods. Even Heimus has to deal with endless bandit raids.

they?

I doubt I'll live to see that day.

"Hahaha~!"

With a grin, Heimers showed no remorse whatsoever for being the instigator.

Nobody seemed to care.

Even the purple-haired youth sitting in the back row felt a sense of pleasure.

"Finally, I feel comfortable!"