Reborn as a dragon, I devoured the main godhead.

Although the oath of the Supreme God also has a master-servant relationship, the follower and the followed are in a relationship of mutual achievement.

Unlike now, the oath of the Supreme God has become a one-way constraint.

Who would make such a vow unless they were desperate?

The Blood Elves are facing the crisis of annihilation, and crucially, they lack the ability to seek revenge.

This is the most frustrating thing.

"Okay, I don't have any demands on you. With your abilities, you probably can't help me at all."

Heimers just smiled.

"Yes, Lord Hemes, we are too weak!"

Avril's face flushed slightly.

The idea of ​​following the Blood Elf race is just empty talk.

The Blood Elf race, even including those who hide in the mountains, numbers less than a hundred in total.

In front of a super strong person who might be at the peak of the Asura realm.

It's definitely not presentable.

"Let's go, Avril, lead the way! I want to see what that blood pool is."

"Boom!"

Heimers casually tossed out a metallic life form, and Avril and a dozen or so high-ranking blood elves flew into it.

Originally, he didn't want these ordinary high-ranking gods to go.

But these guys just knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing until their heads were almost bursting.

Heimers had no doubt that if he didn't agree to their following, these guys might actually kill themselves right in front of him.

"Whoosh!"

He didn't delegate the task to anyone else; he personally controlled the metal life form to fly.

……

"Chieftain!"

A blood-patterned giant approached Idrissa and reported, "The blood pool has begun to boil."

"Hahaha, good!"

Idrissa said happily, "Go and get ready. This time, I'm going to compete with you young people too."

Continuously absorbing the boiling blood energy within the blood pool can enhance one's destructive talents, a fact proven by the blood elves and blood-patterned giants.

It's just that the outside world doesn't know this.

In addition, the blood pool only boils once every hundreds of millions of years.

The outside world has no way of knowing.

This secret has been guarded by the Blood Elves and Blood Giants for countless trillions of years.

No one knows when the Blood Pool was first created.

In any case, since the two races discovered the Blood Pool and studied its usage, both races have given birth to high-ranking gods, and even six-star demons.

Idrissa and Avril are both the biggest beneficiaries of the Blood Pool.

Initially, they were not the chieftains of the blood elves and blood-patterned giants.

Having absorbed the boiling blood energy, their strength increased by leaps and bounds, and they eventually became the strongest in their respective clans.

"Whoosh!"

A metallic life form soared through the air, interrupting Idrissa's surprise.

Breaking through to the Seven Star Demon realm further fueled his ambition.

Idrissa wanted to use the blood pool to take his progress even further.

"Who?"

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The metal lifeform retracted in mid-air, and Avril and several blood elves appeared in mid-air.

"The person who is demanding a debt from you."

Avril said.

His bloodshot eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

Idrissa's face instantly turned extremely ugly, and before he could even ask a question, he was enveloped in a golden light.

Come on~!

Several powerful Blood-Patterned Giants who had just stepped into the Blood Pool.

He was pulled directly in front of Heimers by an irresistible gravitational force.

"Puff puff puff~!"

With a few swift punches, several blood-red giants turned into blood mist, leaving only a few black divine sparks in the air.

"you wanna die!"

Idrissa, seemingly still unaware of the situation, swung her divine hammer at Hemerus.

"Bang!"

Just one punch!

Heimers smashed the divine warhammer from Idris's hand with a single punch.

"Bang!"

Another punch shattered most of Idrissa's body, as if the Seven Star Demons were just a paper doll.

"This is impossible!"

Idrissa was stunned.

"I am a seven-star demon, and the rules of destruction I have comprehended are comparable to those of a seven-star demon powerhouse."

He shouted loudly, for the Blood-Striped Giant's power and talent were unparalleled.

Therefore, once one's strength breaks through and one comprehends the same laws or rules, few will be a match for the Blood-Patterned Giant.

While the Blood Giant's soul is slightly inferior to that of the Blood Elves, it is only slightly inferior.

The Blood-Striped Giant is extremely strong in terms of physical defense, physical attack, and soul defense.

Idrissa, in particular, experienced the boiling of blood three times.

Avril also gave up the opportunity to cultivate in the Blood Pool to the Blood Elves, and in total, she only experienced Blood Pool cultivation twice.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this one missed opportunity that the Blood Elf race suffered such a calamity.

"Avril, I'm leaving you here!"

Hemerus handed the main artifact, the spear, directly to Avril.

Although the bond of kinship was not broken.

However, the power of the main divine weapon, the spear, far surpasses that of the higher-level divine weapons.

"Ah... Die!"

Without hesitation, Avril unleashed all her destructive power and thrust her spear into Idrissa's head.

"Pfft~!"

The main artifact, the spear, pierced directly through Idrissa's skull, the blade embedded in his divine core.

"Boom!"

The black destructive power erupted, easily shattering the soul within the god's core.

Idrissa has fallen!

Hemos smashed the superior artifact armor on his body and lent the main artifact spear to Avril.

In addition, Avril originally possessed the strength of a six-star demon.

Killing Idrissa was as easy as pulling out a knife.

"Thank you, my lord. Our blood elf clan has avenged our grievances!"

The stunningly beautiful Avril knelt down, holding the main artifact spear between her hands.

It's clear that not everyone understands the follower ritual.

Although Avril Lavigne did similar things to her followers.

"Taking revenge? Haha, actually not at all."

Heimers shook his head.

"Although this guy is at least a seven-star demon, the powerful figure who slaughtered your blood elf race should be someone else."

"come over!"

With a flick of his hand, a pale-faced, blood-patterned giant flew toward Heimers.

"Sir, please spare my life."

The Blood-Striped Giant was also a high-ranking god, but he wasn't exactly spineless. Before Heimus could even ask any questions, the guy started spilling the beans.

"Waaah, my lord, the massacre of the blood elves was carried out by the chieftain in collusion with the people of the eighteen families."

"We had no idea about it at all."

The Blood-Patterned Giant, a high-ranking god, collapsed. It wasn't that he didn't want to be tough; his companions only took one punch before turning into blood mist and disappearing.

Even the clan leader, who was said to have broken through to the Seven-Star Demon level, couldn't withstand more than a few punches.

How could he possibly be tough?