Arrival

"Lord Roy, we've arrived at Nichols City."

Hearing Kelsen's voice transmission, Roy awoke from his cultivation.

Stepping out of his room, Roy saw the other seven members of their group on the deck of the Metal Life airship.

"Yabo, Jody."

After greeting Yabo and Jody, Roy nodded to Kelsen and the others.

"Haha, Roy, we were waiting for you."

Yabo laughed, while Jody maintained his usual aloof demeanor.

"Alright, let's go down first."

After Roy and the others had all disembarked from the Metal Life, Yabo shrank it down and stored it in his Spatial Ring.

Nichols City was a Middle City, a hundred times larger than Birel City.

Its population was likewise beyond comparison with Birel City and Sanhe City.

Moreover, among those entering and leaving Nichols City, the vast majority were God-level experts.

There were also quite a few Mid-level Gods and High-level Gods.

In a place like this, Yabo and Jody did not dare act as recklessly as they had in Birel City. They obediently stopped several dozen li outside Nichols City. After putting away the Metal Life, they followed the crowd, paid Ink Stones at the city gate, and entered the city.

As a Middle City, Nichols City charged one Ink Stone to enter.

The group arrived at Nichols City's Demon Castle. After handing over the goods they had transported to the Demon Castle staff, they submitted their mission.

Upon completing this mission, Kelsen and the other four successfully passed the Demon Assessment and became One-star Devils.

As for Roy, according to the information recorded in Yabo and Jody's Demon Medals, his strength had already reached the level of a Three-star Devil.

Even so, Roy could only be considered a One-star Devil who had just completed the assessment.

However, through Yabo and Jody's introductions, Roy entered the circle of Three-star Devils and earned the recognition of some people.

After receiving his Demon Medal, he noticed a mission heading toward the Planar Teleportation Array in Crimson Flame Prefecture and accepted it along the way. Then, after saying goodbye to Yabo and Jody, Roy began his own journey.

Sure enough, though he was only a Mid-level God, Roy, having earned the recognition of Three-star Devils, received treatment befitting his strength.

Through his conversations with these Devils, Roy greatly broadened his horizons.

Of Hell's One Hundred and Eight Prefectures, their current location belonged to Crimson Flame Prefecture. Around Crimson Flame Prefecture were thirty Great Cities. Beneath each Great City were more than ten million Middle Cities, and beneath each Middle City were countless small cities.

Beyond the small cities, Tribes covered the land.

Saint Domain experts had no ability to survive independently in Hell.

Thus, the founder of every Tribe was at least a Low-level God.

In a medium-sized Tribe, the Patriarch had to be at least a Mid-level God.

Only High-level Gods could become Patriarchs of large Tribes.

In small cities, Saint Domain experts made up the majority. Low-level Gods and Mid-level Gods were considered people of status there.

In Middle Cities, Saint Domain experts were hardly seen at all. Low-level Gods and Mid-level Gods formed the main population, and only High-level Gods or those with Demon Medals of Three-star rank or above could be considered to have some status.

In Great Cities, High-level Gods were everywhere. Three-star and Four-star Devils were considered low-level, and only Devils of Five-star rank and above could be called experts.

As for Prefecture Cities, there was even less need to say anything.

Without the strength of a Six-star Devil or above, one had better not speak carelessly.

"I'm still far too weak..."

Whether from the mouths of these Devils or from his memories of this world from his previous life, Roy deeply understood that he had, at most, evolved from an ant into a flea.

Before truly powerful people, even if he were killed, he would not be worth their notice.

With that thought, Roy greeted the other High-level God Devils on the mission, plunged into a room within the Metal Life, and began comprehending and fusing the Profound Mysteries of Laws, as well as developing a series of techniques based on the Laws he had already fused.

Time passed as Roy traveled, completed Devil missions, and cultivated.

By the time Roy reached the Planar Teleportation Array in Crimson Flame Prefecture, another thirteen hundred years had passed.

Over those years, Roy took part in three more Devil promotion assessments and became a genuine Four-star Devil.

Whoosh!

Roy's figure appeared above the Planar Teleportation Array.

Blue light flashed across the enormous teleportation array from time to time.

Each time the light shone, one or several more people appeared on the Planar Teleportation Array.

The vast majority of them were Saint Domain experts, with the occasional Low-level God among them.

These people had arrived in Hell through teleportation arrays in countless Material Planes.

In Material Planes, the concentration of elemental essence was dozens of times lower than in God Planes and Supreme Planes. Those who could become Saint Domain experts or even God-level experts in such elementally barren places far surpassed those born in God Planes and Supreme Planes in both comprehension and talent.

Eighty or ninety percent of these Saint Domain experts could advance to the God Realm.

God-level experts were even more impressive. Those who became gods by refining Godheads were exceptions, but of those who became gods on their own, over fifty percent could become Mid-level Gods. Among every thousand self-made gods, at least one could become a High-level God.

That was the value of people who came from Material Planes to God Planes and Supreme Planes.

To the countless Tribes in Hell, these people from Material Planes were the most precious talents.

As long as they obtained a Saint Domain expert and nurtured them for several hundred or a thousand years, the Tribe would gain another God-level expert and increase its strength. It was a guaranteed profit with no loss.

Almost every day, experts from countless Tribes came to the Planar Teleportation Array to select people arriving from Material Planes.

However, although many people traveled through Planar Teleportation Arrays from Material Planes to God Planes and Supreme Planes every day, when divided among them, the Seven God Planes and Four Supreme Planes did not receive many people each.

Saint Domain experts and gods from ordinary Material Planes generally chose Elemental God Planes compatible with them. Very few voluntarily went to the Four Supreme Planes.

Thus, despite the countless Material Planes, only several hundred people arrived in the Hell Plane each day.

Basically, these people were settled by the Sovereign Legion guarding the Planar Teleportation Array. During this period, they could freely choose a Tribe they wished to join, though the time limit was one hundred years.

If these people from Material Planes still had not chosen a Tribe after one hundred years, the Sovereign Legion would expel them from the protected zone, leaving them to wander Hell on their own.

Within the camp where the Sovereign Legion temporarily housed people from the various Material Planes, several Mid-level Gods were recruiting members and explaining the benefits of joining their Tribes to these geniuses from different Material Planes.

Roy swept his Spiritual Sense over the camp and discovered that there were more than five hundred Saint Domain experts and over a dozen Low-level Gods there.

Moreover, as those Mid-level Gods explained, several more Saint Domain experts left the camp and walked behind them.

Seeing this, Roy did not wait any longer.

With a wave of his hand, he took out the Metal Life Laurent had given him and tossed it into the sky.

As divine power surged, the Metal Life rapidly expanded, transforming into a massive Metal Life over three hundred meters wide and more than fifteen hundred meters long.

To be honest, this was Roy's first time taking out this Metal Life, and its sheer size startled him.

Over the past fifteen hundred years, Roy had completed several hundred Devil missions and ridden at least eighty, if not a hundred, Metal Lives.

Yet he had never seen a Metal Life as large as the one Laurent had given him.

Not even one half its size.

Sure enough, Roy had suspected it. Someone who could contact a Lord God and have the Lord God personally help build city walls—Laurent's background, even if he was not a Lord God's Child, had to be something like a Lord God's emissary.

After raising the Metal Life into the air, Roy flew aboard it, stood at the very front of the airship, and addressed the people in the camp.

"Everyone, Sanhe City of Crimson Flame Prefecture is currently in urgent need of recruits. Those who wish to accompany me to Sanhe City, come aboard."

"Sanhe City? It's a city?"

"Mm, it should be. And judging by how wary those Mid-level Gods are of him, this fellow who arrived later is no ordinary person."

"Right. I've been here for several years. Everyone who came here talked about this Tribe or that Tribe, so I thought this place was backward. Now it seems it only looked backward because they were weak."

Upon hearing Roy's words, the people in the camp erupted in excitement. Those who knew one another gathered in groups of two or three and began talking.

As for those who were alone, more than a dozen had already flown toward the Metal Life.

With those people taking the lead, more than four hundred people soon flew aboard Roy's Metal Life.

Among them were ten Low-level Gods.

Roy said nothing more to the several dozen people below. After everyone aboard had quieted down, he directly spread out his Divine Domain, enveloping all four hundred-plus people, before speaking to them. "Alright, everyone. Welcome to our big family, Sanhe City."

"Now, you may choose rooms in the order you came aboard. We will recruit ten thousand members here. While waiting for new members, you may cultivate in your rooms or assist me in recruiting new members."

"Of course, the most important thing is that we are family now. I hope everyone gets along peacefully. If anyone dares act arrogantly aboard this Metal Life, I will let them truly see what arrogance means!"

"Yes, my lord."

Only after hearing their response did Roy nod in satisfaction and withdraw his Divine Domain.

Having experienced the terror of being enveloped by Roy's Domain, those who had boarded the Metal Life did not dare disobey him. They began selecting their preferred rooms according to the order in which they had come aboard.

With Roy's assurance, those Saint Domain experts no longer feared the few God-level experts. Whichever room they liked, they simply entered and shut the door.

Soon, these people entered their rooms one after another. Most of the people aboard the airship had gone inside, leaving only one person still standing there.