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The frenzy of destruction has completely wrapped the Titan Continent, just like a snake swallowing an egg, swallowing it into its abdomen and slowly digesting it.

In the dark Titan Continent, Tamil stood upright, his body burned with blood, and burst into bright light.

Countless creatures knelt on the ground devoutly, worshipped Tamil, offering the purest and purest faith.

They can not believe in God, but they cannot but believe in themselves.

If Tamil falls, they will die instantly.

To believe in Tamil is to redeem yourself.

Not to mention human beings, the demons all knelt to the ground, unleashing their power into the world's defensive array, and praying that Tamil stood taller and lasted longer.

At this moment, an elf flew to Tamil's ear.

"Your Majesty, it will take three months for the queen to give birth naturally. If you use time magic..."

Tamil shook his head and replied with thought: "It's only three months, I can afford it!"

The elf glanced at the sky and then at the earth.

She wanted to say that this is not something that can't afford to wait, but that it can't hold it.

The world is still functioning normally.

Because someone supports the world.

All beings are still alive as before, but there are new things in their lives.

In the past, the sun and the moon changed, day and night.

Now, the whole day is full of light, and the glory of Tamil the Great always shines on the world.

Bathed in this brilliance, all creatures showed signs of evolution.

Physically, mentally...

Different from the past, different from each other.

Time passes day by day...

No, this statement should be changed.

Time goes by...

There is no day and night in this world, and there is no longer the concept of "heaven".

There is only one day in this world, and that is Tamil.

When Tamil falls, it means the end is coming.

Timing tools such as hourglasses, clocks, and magic engraving have all lost their meaning.

Some people still use them to time, but more and more people abandon these useless tools.

They are looking for new weights and measures.

Everything revolves around the rules, regulations, and systems formulated by the Tamil Emperor.

Tamil didn't know all this.

There is only one thing in his mind, and that is to stand, stand forever, cannot fall, never fall.

It is not Tamil's body that supports this world, but his spirit and will.

Under the sky, the queen lay quietly on the bed, beside the bed were the fruits and desserts from the barbarians and other gods.

There is only one thing in her mind, and that is to raise a fetus, use her body to conceive a new life, and bring him/her into this world.

At the same time, the various gods surrounded the room where the queen was, laying down a layer of magic.

All kinds of magic arts, but their common feature is defense.

High-level magic, low-level magic, subtle magic, rough magic...

In short, arrange as many as there are.

The will of the emperor is the will of all living beings, and the safety of the queen is the most important thing in this world.

Countless layers of magic arts were stacked, and the space around the queen became blurred, and glass-like crystal walls appeared.

In the past, she didn't have to look up, but she could see the upright figure by turning sideways.

Now, even if she sat up and walked to the window, she could only see a vague outline.

But she knew that he was there and always there, and he would never leave.

Even if he fell down, his head must be facing his side.

Just to look at yourself.

It was also to let myself take a look at him.

I do not know how long it has been……

The elf flew on Tamil's shoulder again.

"Your Majesty, three months have passed, and the queen's belly is still the same size. If you don't use time magic..."

Tamil shook his head, "Then wait another three years!"

The elves go and return, go and return again...

"Obviously it is three years, but three years later, three years later, three years later, three years, almost ten years, Your Majesty! If you continue like this, you will not be able to hold it!"

Tamil moved his stiff neck.

He hasn't moved his neck for too long.

In other words, his power is about to run out and he is on the verge of sleeping.

"When did our world become so small?"

Originally, the Titan Continent was very vast and vast, and could not see the edge at a glance.

But now, Tamil estimated that he would have to curl up when lying down.

"Your Majesty, you are a wise martial artist, a genius of heaven, and a glorious world... But the other commanders can't do it. They are all killed!"

Tamil looked down, and he saw tall figures on the edge of the continent.

They stood like sculptures at the ends of the world, even if they had been killed, they still maintained a standing posture, facing the frenzy of destruction.

Behind them is a formed army of barbarians.

Some people have fallen into the sand, while others are still fighting, using all methods of attack to fight against the ever-growing frenzy of destruction.

Either knock it back, or be killed by it.

However, the death of a tiger is still there.

Even if they were killed in battle, they still stood hard, guarding this land, trying to get a space behind them.

"Sleeping warrior, wake up!"

With a low voice from Tamil, the barbarian commanders, generals, and soldiers who had been dead for a long time came back to life.

For people who have broken the nature of the world and can easily tamper with the rules of life and death, resurrection from death is nothing at all.

"Change your fate against the sky! What I want to rewrite is not only the fate of barbarians, but also the fate of this world!"

Fighting spirit is glowing, blood burns.

Tamil's body was gushing, and a more blazing flame burst out, shining brightly, shining everything.

In the incredible eyes of all the creatures, Tamil's body continued to expand.

He has grown taller again!

It was originally standing upright.

Now, he became half kneeling with his legs bent, holding his shoulders and back against the sky.

It's not that he was crushed by the sky, but that he grew taller and tried a little bit to stand up straight and lift the sky back.

"Promote me!"

With a loud scream, Tamil's feet pressed hard and his bones crackled.

That voice resounded through the world and reached everyone's ears.

The barbarians who have spent their lives are no strangers to this voice.

It is the sound of broken bones, and the sound of large bones breaking into small pieces and then continuing to break, turning into powder particles, and countless particles continue to rub against.

"His Majesty!"

"The Great!"

"Patriarch!"

Countless people shouted at the same time.

Tamil turned a deaf ear.

"If my will hasn't decayed, if my blood hasn't cooled, if my desire hasn't subsided... just burn it! Explode! Go crazy!"

"I—the king of barbarians·Heir of Titan Protoss·Tamil·Furious, I will never fall here!"

"Heaven, can't crush me! From now on, there will be no sky above the barbarian's head!"

furious!

A strong blood burst from the eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The blood flooded, rippling around with the eyes as the center.

Tamil has run out of oil, and his body on the edge of collapse has once again poured into new power. With the blessing of this power, the body quickly repaired, the injury healed instantly, and even the exhausted power was exclusively built and replenished.

This is the power emerging out of thin air!

Unbreakable and unstoppable power!

But the barbarians prefer to call it-madness.

They have always thought that madness is the ability of ordinary barbarians, and god-level barbarians have no possibility of madness.

But Tamil told them with actions that there is nothing impossible in this world.

Madness, the first thing to overcome, is impossible.

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