"Micah, this kid has been in your belly for fifteen years, and he still won't come out!"

Above Sinapus, in the city of clouds, with twelve acropolis, Muria walked in the flower-filled garden with Michael in her arms, and the small and cute flower fairies with delicate faces surrounded the two of them, and from time to time, one or two fell on their shoulders.

"It won't be long before he is about to be born, I can feel it!" Micalila's face was soft and caressing his flat abdomen, as the pregnancy continued more and more, the heroic spirit on the face of the originally heroic fiery girl became more and more rare, and the charm of a young woman gradually appeared on her body, and for Muria, there was a different kind of temptation.

"By the time he is born, I will be able to sweep the Senapus subcontinent and fulfill the promise I made. ”

Muria looked at Michareira's figure that was no different from when she was first pregnant, and her eyes did not show any discoloration, as an existence that had mastered the power of space, even if Micarela was pregnant, it would be impossible for Michelella to become a pot-bellied woman with limited mobility in the past thirty years.

"And then, do you really intend to build an empire?"

"Of course, according to the concept of the giant beast of the world, I have completely destroyed and exterminated the ecology of the Senapus subcontinent, and now all I need to do is to build another complete ecology, otherwise, I will be the sinner of the world! ”

Muria smiled, "In order to do this, it is very necessary to build a centralized empire with me at the core, so that there will be the highest efficiency of execution." ”

"Since you are going to be the founding emperor, then the void, are you still going to go?" Micaliera heard Muria's plan and asked Muria what he thought.

"Go, of course! Everything I've done since birth has been prepared to go to the Void and become epic! Even if I sweep the Senapus subcontinent now, it's a preparation for the Void!" Murria explained.

"And what about after you leave?" asked Micharella, who had full confidence in Muria to build an empire that would occupy the entire subcontinent, and that one of the necessary conditions for establishing an empire was to have a town epic, which was not a problem for Muria at all, "The successor of the empire, have you thought about it?"

"Isn't that in your belly?" Murria's gaze looked at Michaelella's belly, and he had confirmed that his first child was a boy.

"Do you really want our children to be an emperor who is entangled in mundane affairs?" Although Michalella had already heard about this matter mentioned by Muria, she was still a little dissatisfied, in her opinion, it was too much to endure to become an emperor.

"What's wrong with that?" asked Muria, rhetorically, "it's a different kind of experience for him." ”

"It's going to be tiring!" Michaelella replied, in her mindset that if she wants to be emperor, she should be responsible for every subject in the country.

She now only manages an army of less than 1.5 million angels, and each of these angels maintains great loyalty to her, and even then, she sometimes feels tired and feels very tired.

She couldn't imagine the burden of an emperor with more than hundreds of millions of subjects. Obviously, in Michaelella's vision, if her child becomes emperor, he must be a good emperor who is dutiful, not a mediocre emperor who is greedy for pleasure.

"I'll teach him how to manage it!" Murria smiled, smiling meaningfully as he thought of the unborn eldest son in Michaelella's womb.

He had already thought about how to educate his eldest son in the future, as an emperor who was going to carry hundreds of millions of living beings, the eldest son could not grow up carefree like he did when he was a child, he needed an education that was different from the Titan Clan, the Blazing Sky God Clan.

"My eldest son, to be my heir is your greatest luck and your greatest misfortune!" Muria muttered to herself, and to be honest, if Micaliella had conceived a girl, he might have changed to a gentler way of upbringing.

But since he is a boy, there is no need for him to be too soft, and sons and daughters need to be treated differently. He remembered a saying that a son should be poor and a daughter should be rich.

......

The silver moon hung high in the sky, and in the middle of the night, Muria sat on a soft couch and took care of the affairs that had to be handled by him.

"Jingle bell!" The crisp sound of the horse bell sounded in Muria's ears, and Muria, who was handling government affairs with his pen, paused slightly, and could feel that the room he was in now had been enveloped by a cold and dead force, and was dragged into an independent field.

"Interesting!" Murria put down her pen, dressed in a loose robe, stood up, left her desk, and walked slowly to the door, and then, slamming it open

Beyond the door, there was not a golden corridor, but an endless darkness, and in this darkness, a chariot with a faint white light was quietly parked not far from the door.

It was a slightly broken chariot, and it was dragged by four skeletal horses with no flesh attached to it, pale fire burning among their bones.

And on this chariot, there was also a royal man in gray armor, who held the reins of four white-bone war horses and stood quietly on the strings of the chariot.

When Muria appeared, his eyes also fell on Muria's body, and then tilted his head slightly behind him, as if inviting Muria to get in the car.

Muria's eyes narrowed, he didn't speak, he didn't make an offensive move, because he didn't feel any malice, Muria looked at the chariot that appeared in a very special way, although it was a chariot haunted by death, but he didn't feel any disgust.

"I see!" Eventually, Muria's eyes fell on the insignia on the charioteer's chest, and then he showed a look of surprise, so he walked quickly to the chariot in a loose regular robe, and then climbed into the chariot with a relaxed demeanor, and sat in it very naturally.

Tread, twinkle!

When Muria sat down, the sound of horses' hooves on the ground was accompanied by the sound of the horse's bells, and Muria could feel that the chariot was moving rapidly, but because there was darkness around him, there was no reference, so he actually gave him the illusion that the carriage seemed to be standing still.

Murria turned around, and he saw a bright yellow gloss, the door of the room where he was dealing with government affairs, and this portal stood alone, and in the sound of horses' hooves, it grew smaller and smaller in Muria's eyes, and finally faded away.

"How many like you have been sent?" Sitting in the carriage, Muria had nothing to do, so he asked the undead knight in front of him.

"......" was silent, and the undead knight didn't respond to Muria's meaning at all, but just drove this undead chariot quietly, unusually cold.

And Muria, who didn't get a response, didn't care, he just made a temptation, because he couldn't sense the strength or weakness of this undead knight, coupled with the strange way of appearance just now, so Muria said something to try.

"The embodiment of some kind of rule!" was Muria's determination of the undead knight's identity, otherwise, if it was really just a pure undead, it had no reason to ignore his questioning.

And Muria, who was sitting quietly on the chariot, soon felt a new change, he felt the darkness, gradually becoming rich in death, and at the same time, one after another necromantic breath appeared in his senses, and the breath gradually became stronger.

Jingle bells!

The chariot moved quickly in the darkness, and soon broke out of the darkness and came to a barren and dead world, the dead air was even thicker, they condensed into a mist, floating around the chariot, but just approaching the chariot, directly disappeared invisibly, they were dispersed by the strong vitality emanating from Muria.

"Is this the kingdom of Hades?" Muriyah sat on top of the chariot, his eyes lit up with surprise as he entered the kingdom of a god for the first time.

Generally speaking, the kingdom of a dead god is that no normal creature wants to enter, because after the soul falls into the kingdom of such a god, it will generally fall into a state of no return.

However, Muria was not worried, he was invited by this Hades King, he was a guest, so he entered the underworld controlled by this god in his true form, and he did not hide his aura at all.

So, pair after pair of greedy and longing eyes looked at Muria, for the dead, the exuberant vitality of the living was what they most desired.

However, even the most brutal and greedy undead in the underworld, when they heard the sound of the horse bell swaying around the neck of the skeleton war horse, they all respectfully prostrated on the ground, and gathered all their evil thoughts.

Wherever the chariot passed, hundreds of undead were crawling.

As the chariot gradually descended deeper into the underworld, the expected thing happened, and the chariot that was the same as the one he sat down on appeared, alongside him, and on the chariot, the face of a familiar female titan came into Muria's eyes.

"Heloise, long time no see!" Seeing the familiar female Titan, Muria smiled and took the initiative to say hello.

"Well, it's been a long time, Muria!" After seeing Muria, Heloise stared at Muria with burning eyes, she felt that Muria's strength was three orders stronger than her, and such a gap did not make her have any negative emotions,

"When it's over, let's have a fight!"