Reborn as a dragon, I devoured the main godhead.

The powerful beings in the Hell Plane are all very prestigious. If the Blood-Striped Giant were to disregard his dignity and beg for mercy from Heimers...

It's actually possible to survive.

Heimus doesn't care about the retaliation of a few minor enemies; that's not common in the hellish plane.

He is the future Great Perfection, and has already begun to integrate the fifth profound mystery of the Earth's laws.

Its physical attack is comparable to a casual strike from a water-based master.

To get revenge on him, the only way is for this guy to find the main godhood.

But the probability of that is too low.

"Eighteen families? How come you're everywhere?"

Heimers was speechless.

He originally came to cause trouble for the eighteen families, but he encountered an unexpected event on the way, which somehow managed to contact the eighteen families.

"Kill them or not is up to you, as are the Blood-Striped Giants..."

Heimers took the main artifact spear that Avril handed him.

The golden light space was not released.

He simply gestured to Avril with his eyes to hurry up and make a decision.

He is still waiting to study the blood pool.

There's no time to waste.

"Pfft~!"

Without hesitation, Avril casually stabbed this high-ranking god to death.

He felt wronged until his death, because it was clearly the clan leader who wiped out the blood elf clan for his own selfish reasons.

Why should the Blood Giants have to bear the blood debt they owe?

With its eyes wide open in death, the corpse of the high god crashed down.

"Thank you, sir. I will go and wipe out the Blood-Striped Giant tribe right away."

Avril bowed again.

Heimers didn't even bother to stop it.

He's done this so many times that he's gotten tired of it.

Whatever.

He had already told Avril and those other high-ranking gods that he was only interested in the Blood Pool and didn't care much about the loyalty of the Blood Elf race.

"Don't rush, come with me to the blood pool and take a look."

"You all wait here."

"Yes, my lord."

While calling Avril, Heimers also prevented the rest of the blood elf clan from following.

On the way, Avril had already told him about the function of the blood pool.

It would be impossible for Heimers not to be curious.

It's not just curiosity.

He even wanted to try whether he could cultivate the rules of destruction.

The rule of destruction is undoubtedly the most magical of the eleven laws and rules in the magical universe.

They hardly consider talent, only the essential nature of life and the efficiency of killing and fighting.

The essence of the soul is also very simple.

Just look at the shape of the soul of life, whether it is the shape of a weapon.

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, and even fists and hammers can all be considered to possess the talent of the law of destruction.

That's just how bizarre it is.

Heme's soul shape was also very special; standing in the ocean of souls was actually a golden mist.

"My misty soul shouldn't be considered a weapon-shaped soul, right?"

No one answered him.

Does fog count as a weapon? Of course not.

Although the fog of the Amethyst Mountains is indeed offensive, it cannot be used as a weapon.

"Glug glug~!"

When Heimers and Avril arrived at the blood pool, the water inside was already boiling violently.

The blood-red mist had already spread to a distance of tens of meters.

"My lord, you can try absorbing some of the crimson mist, which can enhance your soul's perception of the rules of destruction."

Avril could see Heimers' curiosity and worry, but simply advised him to try absorbing a little.

"With just a little bit of absorption, your talent will naturally allow you to discover the unusual nature of the blood pool."

Avril felt genuinely grateful to Heimers.

"I know."

Heimers nodded.

"Go into the blood pool first to absorb the blood energy, and don't waste it."

Chapter 81 Dimensional Embryo

"grown ups?"

Avril Lavigne was moved.

As previously stated, the Blood Pool belongs to Heimers.

Even the blood elves will become Heimers' private property.

On the way here, Avril had already told Heimers all about the uses and benefits of the Blood Pool.

The One-Punch Demon is famous throughout Hell. His combat power is so strong that the Blood Elf race can't possibly reach him.

Now, only these few purebloods remain among the blood elves, and Avril is already ashamed.

Moreover, Heimers deliberately left her the opportunity to take revenge herself.

Although the effect is the same.

But the feeling of taking revenge with your own hands is truly satisfying.

Avril wished she could repay Heimers' kindness by becoming his slave.

But seeing that her appearance hadn't even impressed Hemeros, she gave up her little scheme.

"Stop talking nonsense. As you said, it's impossible to absorb too much of the crimson mist. I'll keep the rest for research."

The amount of blood-red mist absorbed at any given time is limited.

Why are there five people?

This is because within one cycle of the blood pool, each person can only absorb a small amount of blood mist.

The improvement of talent is not endless.

This endlessness depends primarily on certain characteristics of life.

Avril didn't know whether the amount of blood energy she absorbed depended on the soul or the body of the living being.

"Yes, my lord!"

Moved as she was, she acted swiftly, sitting cross-legged directly in the blood-red pool.

Because Avril did not absorb the crimson mist in the previous cycle.

As a result, their strength fell behind Idrissa's, which indirectly led to the demise of the Blood Elf race.

The high god she stabbed to death had already revealed the whole truth.

Avril didn't expect that she had only declined a chance to cultivate in the blood pool because of her modesty.

This has led to such consequences.

"Glug glug~!"

The boiling pool water generated wisps of blood energy, which slowly seeped through Avril's snow-white skin and entered her internal organs.

It eventually disappeared.

While Avril absorbed the blood essence, Heimus observed with his divine sense.

"It was really absorbed."

"As expected, only the Saint Realm's true form can absorb the crimson mist."

He did not rush to absorb the blood mist, but observed it for a while.

In any case, the boiling of the blood pool will last for at least a month.

Heimers has time.

The eighteen families are right there!

Or rather, the Amethyst Mountains are there, and the eighteen families cannot abandon them.

This is the foundation upon which a superpower can be established.

"Devour!"

A wisp of crimson mist was directly swallowed by Heimus's innate ability and first appeared in the golden space.

Then it simply vanishes into nothingness.

[Destruction Talent Upgrade]