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Chapter 1236 Power out of nothing

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

On the dark continent of Titan, Tamil stood upright, burning with vitality and blood, bursting out with bright brilliance.

Countless souls knelt on the ground piously, worshiped Tamil, and offered the purest and purest faith.

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

If Tamil fell, they too died instantly.

Believing in Tamil is tantamount to saving oneself.

Not to mention human beings, even demons knelt down on the ground, releasing their power to integrate into the world's defensive formation, while praying for Tamil to stand higher and last longer.

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

"Your Majesty, it will take three months for the Empress to give birth naturally. If time magic is used..."

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

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

She really wanted to say that it wasn't that she couldn't afford to wait, but that she couldn't bear it.

The world still works normally.

Because someone supports the world.

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

In the past, the sun and the moon alternated, and day and night rotated.

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

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

Physically, mentally...

Different from the past, different from each other.

Time goes by day by day...

No, this statement should be changed.

Time passes by...

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

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

When Tamil falls, it means the end.

Timekeeping tools such as hourglasses, clocks, and magic seals 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.

All the rules, regulations, and systems formulated around the Tamil Emperor.

Tamil doesn't know all this.

There is only one thing in his heart, that is to stand, to stand forever, not to fall, never to fall.

It is no longer Tamil's body that supports this world, but his spirit and will.

Under the sky, the queen was recuperating quietly on the bed. Beside the bed were the fruits and desserts sent by the gods of the barbarians and other races.

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

At the same time, gods from all walks of life surrounded the room where the queen was, laying down layer after layer of magic.

All kinds of divine 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 emperor's will is the will of all living beings, and the queen's safety is the most important thing in this world.

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

In the past, she didn't need to raise her head, just turned sideways to see that towering figure.

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, had always been there, and would never leave.

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

Just to have a look at myself.

It was also to make myself look at him.

I do not know how long it has been……

The genie 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 come back, go and come back again...

"It was clearly said to be three years, but three years later, three years later, and three years later, three years later, it will be almost ten years, Your Majesty! If you continue like this, you will not be able to hold on!"

Tamil moved his stiff neck.

He hadn't moved his neck for too long.

In other words, his strength was about to run out, and he was already on the verge of falling asleep.

"When did our world become so small?"

Originally, the Titan Continent was so vast and vast that it couldn't be seen at a glance.

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

"Your Majesty, you are brilliant, powerful, talented, and brilliant... But the other commanders can't do it. They have all died in battle!"

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

They stood like sculptures at the ends of the earth, even though they were killed in battle, they still maintained their standing posture, facing the destructive tide without retreating half a step.

Behind them was an organized barbarian army.

Some people have fallen to the ground, while others are still fighting, using all attack methods to fight against the ever-spreading tide of destruction.

Either knock it back, or be killed by it.

However, the prestige of the tiger's death is still there.

Even if they were killed in battle, they still stood hard, guarding this side of the land, trying to fight for 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 woke up one after another.

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

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

The fighting spirit is radiant and the blood is burning.

Tamil's body was full of momentum, and a more blazing flame burst out, shining brightly, illuminating everything.

Under the incredible gazes of all creatures, Tamil's body continued to swell.

He has grown taller again!
Originally stood upright.

Now, it has become half kneeling with bent legs, with shoulders and back against the sky.

It wasn't that he was crushed by the sky, but that he grew taller again, and tried to stand up straight little by little, pushing the sky back.

"Give me a lift!"

With a roar, Tamil's feet were forced hard, and his bones cracked.

The sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, reaching everyone's ears.

The savages who have fought all their lives are no strangers to this voice.

It was the sound of bones breaking, and it was the sound of large bones breaking into small pieces and then continuing to break into powder particles, and countless particles continued to rub against each other.

"His Majesty!"

"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 died down...let's burn! Burst! Crazy!"

"I—the king of the barbarians, the successor of the Titans, Tamil Fury, will never fall down here!"

"God, don't crush me! From now on, there will be no sky above the barbarians!"

furious!
Intense blood burst out from the eyes.

The blood was flooding, rippling around the eyes centered on the eyes.

Tamil was exhausted, and his body, which was on the verge of collapse, was flooded with new power. With the blessing of this power, his body quickly repaired, his injuries healed instantly, and even the exhausted power was replenished exclusively.

This is the power that emerges out of thin air!
Indestructible, unstoppable force!

But the savages prefer to call it - berserk.

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

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

Madness, the first thing to overcome, is impossible.

(End of this chapter)