Low-end version system main god

Chapter 786 Make me a golden body

"Master, Tamil has been recognized by the will of the world."

Xi Tong, who was obsessed with the action of "wiping the gun", immediately raised his head and looked at the Titan Continent.

It turned out that after the ruler nodded to Tamil, he branded a mark on Tamil.

Through this mark, Tamil can communicate with the will of the world at any time, which can be called the real "following the destiny" and "adhering to the will of God".

What the ruler gives is not just empty fame, but also the benefits of real money, that is, it can be enlarged and reduced at will, and the multiple is 5 times.

Speaking of it, this artifact of good fortune is also tasteless enough. Apart from becoming bigger and smaller, it has no advantages at all. It is no wonder that the defense was worn out ten thousand years ago, which led to the unscrupulous descending of the gods.

But after thinking about it, if the ability of the ruler is so weak, why did Thor put all his eggs in one basket, even at the risk of throwing the eternal spear in?

understood!

Disregarding dosage to talk about toxicity is hooliganism, but disregarding the basis to talk about multiples is nothing.

Just like a dog, if you give it a 5-fold boost, it still can't beat an elephant, but if it's a dragon, give it a 5-fold boost, and Ultraman dares to tear it up for you.

Incidentally.

The ancestor of the dragon family also has the same imprint, but it is 9 times.

In other words, the true body size of the ancestor of the dragon clan is only one-ninth of the current size, at best it is about 1 meter.

However, this multiple can be increased. As for how to increase it, it depends on the mood of the ruler.

The ruler nods to Tamil and disappears.

No one knows where it comes from, and no one knows where it goes, but everyone knows that it is everywhere.

Because, it is this world.

Without the blessing of the will of the world, Tamil could no longer maintain a height of 200 meters, and shrank to 10 meters in the blink of an eye.

The ancestor of the dragon clan looked at the imprint on Tamil's body that represented the miniature of the world, and simply stopped pretending.

There was a flash of light on his body, and his huge body shrank rapidly like an air leak.

Although the chest and buttocks were still throbbing with pain, it felt much milder than before.

"Barbarian, I saved you, and you saved me. We owe each other nothing."

The old dragon tapped the ground with its short front paws.

It's a pity that the ground is not only not hard, but also has no texture. The nails knocked out deep pits one after another on the ground, but there was no echo of the "dong dong dong" as imagined.

The old dragon was not embarrassed, he showed his mark and continued.

"We are all chosen guardians by the world, and it is our mission to protect this world. We are closely related to the world, and we are all lost."

Tamil didn't answer, but he didn't refute either, and continued to digest the impact of the imprint.

Fortunately, the mission of myself and the old dragon is to protect the peace of the world, prevent the world from being destroyed, and eliminate those extraterritorial gods and demons who are misbehaving, which does not include the main god of the system.

The two tasks do not conflict.

When he said this, the old dragon straightened his neck and looked around. Wherever he looked, the dragon eagle, griffin, and flying dragon all shrank their necks and shivered.

This is not only the suppression of strength, but also the domination of blood.

In front of the old dragon, they don't have any ability to resist.

Tamil frowned.

At this time, the old dragon said again: "According to the rules of the human world, I am the patron saint of your country, my golden statue..."

However, Tamir suddenly stood up, and at the same time his body suddenly became bigger, he closed the old dragon's mouth with a heavy punch, and smashed it into the soil by the way.

"Listen!"

"Even if there is a true god in this world, it is the main god of the system!"

"And you are just a reptile who has been favored by the world. You still haven't been able to dominate the mainland for tens of thousands of years. You are enjoying the unique resources, but you are still powerless to resist the attack of foreign gods and demons."

"You are worthless waste at all! That's why the world chose me."

Tamil spread out his palm, and a ball of lightning bounced in his palm.

"I forgot to tell you, I still have another identity, and that is Dragon Slayer Warrior!"

The old dragon was furious.

After the Titan Protoss disappeared, it became the top creature in the world.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and all the powerful creatures of its time have died, and the dragon clan has become the only powerful creature in the world, and it is a powerful existence that has killed gods.

Its dragon lair houses the remains of hundreds of ancient gods, each one a spoil of war from its past.

Therefore, it is extremely proud, even in the face of Tamil, which is also recognized by the world, it still bosses around.

The concept of the supremacy of the dragon family is already in its bones.

However, it has forgotten that this is a world that speaks with fists, and it has even forgotten the fact that it has been deeply injured.

It wants to be angry, it wants to growl.

However, it only brought a series of bloody coughs.

Not only is blood spurting from the mouth, but the wound on the chest is also spurting, and the wound below is also flowing.

His body was on the verge of collapse, and he used force forcibly. He probably exploded and died before it took effect.

One punch!
One punch!
Tamil was like a humanoid pile driver, ravaging the old dragon's forehead.

The old dragon could cough a few times at first, but then his head and half of his neck were hammered into the soil, and he couldn't even cough.

Roar!
A loud dragon chant sounded, and then a flying dragon broke free from Long Wei's suppression, flapping its wings and rising into the sky.

Its eyes were blazing with flames, but it wasn't anger, but a burning fighting spirit.

Strictly speaking, the flying dragons under Tamil's command are all life forms born on the planet Terra. They are the excellent descendants of the blood derived from the green dragons that have been mutated by nuclear radiation.

Although the old dragons are also their blood relatives, they are cousins, not relatives.

Before, the old dragon could suppress them with its strength and dragon power, but when Tamil showed his skills and rubbed the old dragon on the ground, these two things were not easy to use.

As a result, flying dragons rose into the sky one after another, and the dragon eagles and griffins also returned to their positions one after another.

Tamil rubbed his sore fist.

Although protected by the savage iron fist, there was no contusion and fracture, but the bones of the old dragon were too hard. Even without the protection of the scales, the powerful counter-shock force still made Tamil overwhelmed.

After some close contact, Tamil had a preliminary understanding of the strength of the old dragon, and the idea of ​​the dragon slaying warrior became more and more intense and high-spirited.

Tamil finally remembered that this was the main quest, and as long as he cut it down, the ultimate reward package would arrive, and the big carousel would reopen.

Feeling the increasingly fierce murderous intent around him, the old dragon finally gave up.

"Or, let's discuss it..."

Tamil chuckled, revealing his thick white teeth, and there seemed to be a metal-specific light flashing on the die teeth.

"That depends on your price tag."

Well, squeeze out the benefits first, and then kill them with one knife, and the rewards will be doubled.

The old dragon stuck his head down again, and said in a dull voice.

"Make me a golden statue, you are on top and I am below, you ride me and I carry you."

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