Reborn as a dragon, I devoured the main godhead.

These magic circles are not only a protective barrier for the city, but also a symbol of the authority of the chief god.

They are complex and exquisite!

Each symbol and pattern contains powerful energy, protecting the city's residents from external disturbances.

It's not just the bandits, but also the harsh natural environment of the hellish plane.

Every city in Hell has stood for millions and billions of years, and will continue to stand for millions of years to come.

As long as the magical universe is not destroyed and the supreme deity does not disappear, the city of hell will continue to exist.

This is the rule of heaven and earth.

As far as Hemeros could see, the streets were lined with buildings of all different styles.

Some buildings soar into the clouds, adorned with exquisite carvings and patterns; others are simple and elegant, exuding a sense of historical depth.

The shops and markets are filled with a dazzling array of goods.

From precious magical materials to everyday necessities, they have everything.

The vendors' cries rose and fell, adding a lively atmosphere to the city.

Heimers casually walked into a bookstore that looked quite historic, with shelves filled with all sorts of old books and scrolls.

He casually picked up a thick book with golden runes engraved on its cover, exuding a mysterious aura.

Books are already considered magical artifacts.

Otherwise, it would not have been possible to preserve it for such a long time.

It's been at least hundreds of thousands of years!

After flipping through a few pages, he found ancient magic and legends that sparked Heimers' keen interest in the city's history.

But it's just a hobby.

He's not a god, nor a renowned super-strong individual; he's not qualified to study this yet.

After leaving the old bookstore, Heimers arrived at a small tavern.

The tavern was extremely small.

It was probably modified later.

Just because this residential area faces the street in this direction, the homeowner applied to the city lord's mansion to convert it into a tavern.

Regardless of how business is going, the price of this house has doubled.

"She has a good business sense!"

Heimers offered his sincere assessment.

For the city lord's mansion, as long as they can provide tax revenue, the redevelopment of residential areas is not a problem.

The tavern had a warm and lively atmosphere, with guests sitting together, chatting about their experiences and adventures.

Those who come here to spend money are often regular residents of this neighborhood.

The story told is also an old one that happened millions of years ago.

No matter how passionate or enthusiastic the storyteller is at this moment, they have long since lost their spirit of adventure.

Life in the city has smoothed out their original rough edges.

Adventure? They dared not.

The battles and fights can only exist in the memories of the past.

Let's not disturb their long talk!

Hemos found a corner to sit down, ordered a glass of Orei, and then quietly listened to the stories of the people around him, feeling the lively atmosphere of Yilan City.

On the streets of Yilan City,

He sensed a tranquility and order unlike anything else in Hell.

Life here is safe, but it's filled with a sense of stagnation.

Heimers knew that the city's inhabitants lived a peaceful and safe life under the protection of the supreme god.

But life was too quiet.

……

"Living in the city for too long will gradually make people lose the courage to go out and take risks."

Barmer's voice was soft and gentle.

While seemingly describing others, it is actually a critique and self-reflection.

"Oh, it's all taken care of?"

Heimers wasn't surprised; although he was listening to the story, his consciousness was still focused on the direction of the street.

Such a large city is really hard to find if you miss it.

"Yes, sir!"

Barmer nodded. "Looking back now, buying property in the city was a mistake."

“A safe environment is indeed conducive to cultivation, but it also makes me lose the courage to keep striving.”

Heimers nodded.

"It's good that you recognize this. Don't forget why you came to hell in the first place?"

Let's go!

Their figures sped towards the Yilan city gate.

"Boom!"

As per Hemerus's request, the Starship also transformed into a spindle-shaped aircraft, like a meteor playing in reverse, disappearing into the sky in an instant.

……

Amethyst Mountains.

A mysterious place.

Its vastness and magnificence stand out even when placed among the endless wonders of hell.

Stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles, it is enough to make any creature standing in front of it feel its own insignificance.

Such a purple crystal mountain range is not an exaggeration in Hell.

There are countless mountain ranges larger than the Amethyst Mountains, even in Hell and on the Bauhinia Continent.

For example, the Bis volcanic group.

Although the core area of ​​the Bis volcanic group only spans a few thousand miles.

However, if the Bismarck volcanoes are considered as part of an endless volcano, the scope immediately expands countless times.

Based on this calculation, the Amethyst Mountains are not small.

Because the hundreds of thousands of miles only include the area where amethyst is produced and the area shrouded in endless fog.

Standing on the edge of the mountain range.

As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but a vast expanse of white fog.

It was as if the mountains existed only in legends, rather than being visible to the naked eye.

Endless mist flowed slowly above the mountains, like white rivers.

Sometimes they converge, sometimes they disperse.

Sunlight pierced through the sky and shone on this sea of ​​mist.

The mist was tinged with a faint red, like the blush on a young girl's cheeks, adding a touch of gentleness and mystery.

The true form of the Amethyst Mountains remains hidden in the sea of ​​mist, never revealing its true appearance.

At the edge of the foggy sea, countless explorers and treasure hunters gather.

They weren't there to see the beauty of the Amethyst Mountains, but only for the amethyst itself.

The vast sea of ​​fog not only obscures the divine sense of even god-level experts, but also conceals endless dangers.

Of those who have been trapped in the fog, very few have emerged to this day.

"Boom!"

A spindle-shaped metallic life form streaked across the sky in a flash of fire, landing directly in front of the castle on the outskirts of the Amethyst Mountains.

"Sir~!"

Barmer first stepped down from the hatch that the metal lifeform had cracked open, then stood respectfully to one side.

Such actions.

The two mid-level gods, dressed in black uniforms, were stunned.

"High-ranking gods and demons?"

Vincent Baldivi looked completely bewildered.

"Standing respectfully beside a mid-level god, this burly man must be the young master of a super-powerful family, right?"

He could certainly see the demon badge on Heimers' chest, but he couldn't tell it was a five-star demon badge.

Because from the outside, no one can tell the difference between the Demon Medals.

One star or seven stars, it doesn't matter.

The seven-star medals might be slightly different, but the medals for one-star and five-star demons are identical.

Only the people of Demon Castle could tell the difference, but that was only because they had a Demon Medal.

"you?"

Vincent spoke first, but he didn't know how to begin.

Chapter 38 Stepping In