Reborn as a dragon, I devoured the main godhead.

"You misread it?"

Hemos was taken aback. Because of the dissolution of the main godhood, he was filled with resentment and had nowhere to vent it.

This group of people barged in for no reason and attacked him for no reason. They deserved to be killed now.

"Even if I'm wrong, it doesn't matter. Since I've already killed so many of you, why would I care about killing a few more?"

Heimus raised his main artifact, ready to finish off these guys.

"My lord, spare us! We have a secret to tell you."

Upon hearing this...

He stopped immediately!

They didn't even use the golden light space to restrict them, but not one of them dared to escape.

"Speak!"

"Heimers said in a deep voice."

He confiscated the main artifact from them, and if they were not satisfied, they would still be souls lost under the main artifact.

"We Blood Elves were fighting the Blood Giants for the Blood Pool, and then the Blood Elf tribe was slaughtered. We even issued a mission in the Demon Castle. The demons you just killed were the ones we invited."

"So, sir, you didn't actually need to kill us to silence us."

The leader knelt in mid-air and repeatedly kowtowed to Heimers.

"Blood pool? What's that?"

Heimers was both highly skilled and daring, and was not afraid of any traps at all.

In the magical universe, traps and ambushes are nothing compared to the power of the strongest beings.

It wouldn't be surprising if they even killed the people you had ambushed.

This is even more true in hell.

The Four Divine Beasts Clan has been fighting with the Eight Great Clans for tens of thousands of years, and their so-called traps and ambushes are extremely primitive.

Strength determines everything!

Faced with absolute power, all schemes and tricks are utterly worthless.

"Sir, blood pool..."

……

Hongyang Prefecture, outside Blood Ruins City.

In a valley less than a million miles from the city, a group of powerful high-level gods were stationed.

"Chieftain, do you think we've taken over the Blood Pool?"

A high-ranking god, over two and a half meters tall and covered in blood-red runes, stood before an equally imposing old man whose skin was devoid of blood-red runes.

He was a little worried.

"Blood Elf race? What Blood Elf race do we have left in Hongyang Prefecture?"

The old man said with a disdainful look.

"Chief, you don't know how?"

The burly man didn't continue. Although blood elves and blood-patterned giants were enemies, they were also allies with interests.

Together they occupied this valley filled with blood-red mist, and together they guarded this territory for countless years.

Blood pools are conducive to comprehending destruction. Every ten thousand years, a blood mist frenzy will erupt, at which time blood elves and blood-patterned giants will compete for a spot.

The crimson mist can only sustain five people to absorb and refine, and the two races will decide the spots through five battles.

This tacit understanding has been going on for countless years.

Ironically, almost all tacit understandings are eventually broken, and the right to share the blood pool is no exception.

Idrissa, the patriarch of the Blood-Patterned Giants and also a six-star demon, has broken through.

While the rules of destruction may not have any specific mysteries, the principles of breakthroughs in strength are similar.

Chapter 79 One-Punch Demon

Having broken through to the Seven Star Demon realm, Idrissa was no longer willing to share the Blood Pool.

He believed that the Blood Pool was a gift from heaven and earth to the Blood-Striped Giant race.

Why should I share?

"Compared to us Blood Giants, the Blood Elves are physically weak. Is that the kind of body that cultivates the rules of destruction?"

"Dancing and using one's beauty to entertain others is what the blood elves should do."

Idrissa laughed.

"But chieftain, that woman from the blood elf clan is very strong."

The burly man with the blood-patterned skin was unaware that his clan leader was no longer the six-star demon he once was.

"Hmph, I've already secretly pledged allegiance to Lord Hongyang. What makes that wretched woman think she can fight me?"

He certainly couldn't tell his people what he did in secret, as that would damage the prestige of the Blood-Striped Giants.

All he could talk about was the glorious achievements of the Blood-Striped Giants.

"I have formed an alliance with the eighteen families behind Lord Baldivi, and the Blood Elf race will cease to exist from this day forward!"

……

Amidst the mountains.

Heimers arrived here with several high-ranking blood elves.

"Chief, I have already told Lord Heimus the secret of the Blood Pool. The Blood Elf race has been wiped out, and we cannot let the Blood Giants get away with it."

The blood elf high god spoke in front of Heimers.

Flying opposite him was a woman with a graceful figure and eyes as bright as blood-red gemstones.

Her waist was slender, like a willow branch swaying in the wind.

Her ears were unusually long, much longer than those of the blood elf high gods present.

Heimers even wondered if the blood elves chose their chieftain based on the length of their elven ears.

This is all a joke.

The blood elf woman flying opposite Heimos had a unique style of armor.

The key areas are cleverly protected with delicate soft nail polish, while the rest is covered with soft tulle.

It retains both feminine grace and the heroic bearing of a warrior.

In a world where force reigns supreme, such attire may only offer the most basic protection.

It's also a bit out of place.

However, the characteristics of artifacts in the magical universe dictate that even with half-body armor, his physical defense will not be weaker than that of a fully armored plate armor.

As long as the artifact remains intact, its physical defenses will remain unaffected.

To put it extremely.

Even a powerful expert at the Great Perfection level cannot break through a material defense artifact that resembles a gauze skirt, no matter how fragile or unreliable it may seem.

An offensive artifact crafted from roadside stones is not much inferior to one crafted from super metals.

At least those at the god level or the Great Perfection level cannot break through this boundary.

"Hames? You're the Lord Hames who slaughtered dozens of Seven-Star Demons from eighteen families?"

The Blood Elf tribe was destroyed, but Avril and several high-ranking gods escaped the calamity while they were away.

It was the eighteen families that made the move.

Although the Blood Elf tribe is nothing compared to the eighteen families.

However, Avril is also a well-established six-star demon, and she is not entirely ignorant of the powerful figures and forces on the Purple Thorn Continent.

"Slaughter? Those eighteen families provoked me first. I was just retaliating normally."

Although too lazy to defend himself, Heimers still didn't want to suffer this injustice, even though the rumors were indirectly spreading his fame.

In the Purple Thorn Continent, Heimers already had the title of "One-Punch Demon".

This is a privilege reserved only for the Seven Star Demons.

However, Hemeth, nominally a five-star demon, had already earned the title of demon long ago.

Actually!

Hemos easily killed seventeen-star demons from eighteen families and was able to leave the Amethyst Mountains with ease.

This is legendary in itself.

The gods love to spread these kinds of legends the most, from obscurity to fame across the continent.

"Yes, my lord."

Avril, with her blood-red hair and eyes, naturally changed her tune and stood beside Heimus along with the other high-ranking gods.

“My lord, as long as you can help the Blood Elf clan avenge this blood feud, the Blood Pool will naturally belong to you. Our Blood Elf clan will follow you from now on and is willing to swear an oath to the Supreme God.”

The Blood Elf tribe, which once numbered tens of thousands, now has only a few high gods.

Although she was indeed the essence of the blood elf race, Avril had nothing left to lose.

She knelt down and solemnly swore an oath before Heimers.

It was only an oath from the Supreme God.

It's not the ancient follower ritual like that of Barmer.

Follower rituals are an ancient tradition that is gradually being phased out, and very few strong individuals consider them admirable.

In present-day Hell, only simple oaths of the Supreme God still prevail.