"You... killed Denier, the Howler of the Sky, a Supreme True God!"
Golorag flew over with wide eyes, his crimson aura twisting violently like seaweed, revealing his state of mind at that moment.
"Just Supreme True God, it's not like I haven't killed them before." Gustavo put on an indifferent expression, his tone somewhat irritating.
However, at this moment, he was surrounded by a murderous aura, incredibly ruthless, and even his irritating words carried a certain authority that made them believable.
Golorag nodded instinctively, but quickly realized what he meant, abruptly turning his head, his voice becoming shrill, "You mean, you've already killed Supreme True God before?"
"Obviously." Gustavo opened his mouth wide and devoured all of Denier's remaining remains.
"This..." Golorag's lips twitched as he looked his fellow clansman up and down, as if he were getting to know him all over again.
While using his powers to heal his injuries, Gustavo briefly explained the matter of the Blood-Remains Tyrant.
Upon hearing this, Golorag was speechless.
So Gustavo had just finished a major battle when he came to support me, and then he took down four top-tier Peak True God and one Supreme True God whose strength was in the upper-middle range.
It sounds so fake!
But Gustavo doesn't need to lie to himself about this.
In other words, this matter is entirely true.
"Call..."
Letting out a long breath, Golorag forced himself to accept this information that usually sounded like a fantasy.
It's alright. The Astral Realm is so vast, it even contains Miracle Creation. What are Gustavo's deeds compared to that...?
"What should we do next?" Golorag asked, calming himself down.
"Do you want to move freely, or come with me?"
"Go ahead and act freely. Although you are strong enough to protect me, the strong are forged in blood and fire. Relying on you, I will never become Main God."
Golorag's tone was resolute, as if Gustavo's abnormal behavior had not only failed to undermine his confidence but had instead strengthened his resolve.
After all, from now on, he has a clear and definite goal to pursue.
Gustavo listened without saying anything, respecting his kinsman's choice, and nodded slightly, saying, "In that case, let's go our separate ways once our injuries have fully healed."
"Alright, let's leave here first," Golorag said.
"Hmm." Gustavo nodded.
Immediately, two streaks of light pierced through space, disappearing into the Abyss.
Beyond the Endless Abyss.
Not long after.
The countless beings watching this battle were thrown into an uproar.
"They actually killed two Supreme True God in two consecutive battles."
"That was Supreme True God, an existence capable of unleashing the Power of the Main God, and he just died like that?"
"This Demon-Hunting War was absolutely amazing!"
"The True Dragon Clan must be going crazy! Their dignity has been utterly humiliated by the same powerful figure!"
"Haha, that's perfect! I've disliked these giant lizards for a long time."
Besides the spectators.
The participants in the Endless Abyss, as well as the powerful demons, all took notice of Gustavo.
Those below the Peak True God were terrified, lamenting the birth of yet another god of death. They resolved to be even more cautious in the future and to memorize Gustavo's appearance.
The Supreme True God and Invincible True God, on the other hand, are more filled with fighting spirit. They yearn to fight against strong opponents of the same level, hone their skills, break through that insurmountable bottleneck, or go even further and elevate their path level.
Of all these beings, the most fearful and furious were undoubtedly the True Dragon Clan.
Whether it was the Five-Colored Evil Dragons, the Metallic Dragon, or the Ferrous Dragon Clan, or the Aberrant Dragon, they were all caught off guard by Gustavo's sudden appearance.
Many True Dragon began to spontaneously gather, band together, and even seek the protection of other powerful True Dragon, even at a certain cost.
The several True Dragon, however, were grave as they carefully studied the battle between Gustavo and Denier, devising a targeted strategy.
In short, Gustavo became famous overnight.
They stood firmly on the highest stage of the Demon-Hunting War.
It came under the watchful eyes of all forces.
Inside a pointed building somewhere in the Underworld,
"How did Master Dalton's divination go?"
"We've basically locked onto his presence. If Terra dares to venture into the Undying Civilization's territory again, we can use the teleportation array we've set up to arrive instantly!"
Ignis nodded, a mad smile spreading across her beautiful face as her long fingers reached for something, seemingly kneading the heart of her prey.
"Terra, you can't escape!"
The territory of the Barbarian Soul Race.
A small border town.
Beneath the primitive stove, flames licked the bottom of the pot, and the aroma of meat wafted on the breeze, swirling around the nose like a playful sprite.
Lancelot and the Black Abyss Knight Baghdad sat facing each other.
The Barbarian Soul Race ' tables and chairs were all very large, Lancelot, in order to sit more comfortably, also swelled up, becoming as burly as Baghdad.
The two men each held a glass of beer, clinked glasses, and then drank it down in a mad rush.
To enjoy the drink, Baghdad removed his heavy knight's helmet, revealing his true face, which, by the standards of the Barbarian Soul Race, was absolutely handsome.
After spending nearly two months together, the two men, both passionate about combat, quickly became friends.
"Is your Guardian Blade not fully upgraded yet?" Baghdad asked casually, wiping the dregs of wine from the corner of his mouth.
"Right away, right away!" Lancelot replied casually.
Baghdad shook his head helplessly, "You've said those two words countless times."
"You've asked this question many times," Lancelot replied without looking up. He then tore off a large piece of roasted meat, chewing it greedily while Earth Dao, "Tell the Prime Minister not to be in such a hurry; good things come to those who wait."
"This concerns the front lines..."
Baghdad suddenly stopped talking when Lancelot raised his hand.
His greasy lips parted slightly, revealing a delighted smile.
"It's done!"
"What?" Baghdad was taken aback at first, then his eyes lit up.
"Of course, it is my Guardian Blade."
Lancelot smiled and casually pulled out the upgraded Genesis Ovary from the spatial passage connecting the Dome of the Stars.
After multiple upgrades, this artifact, which initially looked like a creation of an evil god, has undergone a magnificent transformation.
At this moment, the Genesis Ovary radiated a golden-green light, its entire body resembling a piece of crystal, appearing exquisitely beautiful.
As the master of the Genesis Ovary, connected by blood and soul, Lancelot felt this even more deeply.
"The ' Spiritization ' properties of the Genesis Ovary have become even stronger!"