"Triplets!" Even the Golden Dragon Lady was stunned for a moment by Muria's thoughts, and then her face showed approval, "This is good!"

"However, the source power will be consumed more!" Muria reminded, looking at his three grandfathers and grandmothers.

"Source power is not a problem!" Arista heard Muria mention the problem of source power, and waved her hand very arrogantly, her current source power has reached the point where she can't use it up for the time being.

Arista received twenty standard drops of source power from the Titans and the Blazing Gods, but the principles of her harvest were much more than that.

After she left the Titan Islands, she began to sell to the dragon king she knew that she had mastered this source power secret technique, after all, she was also a dragon herself, and there was no reason to teach the source power secret technique to the other two races, not to her own epic.

However, this is a secret technique that she desperately brought back, and she can't teach it to other dragon kings for free, so Arista sells it to every dragon king at the price of a drop of standard Force power, a secret technique of conscience, pay attention to everyone.

So over the years, the source power that Arista has harvested from the Dragon King has been close to her receipt from the Titan Clan and the Blazing Sky God Clan, during this time, her strength has risen significantly, and the first order of the epic is about to be consummated, and she is ready to enter the second order of the epic, the Simulated Realm.

"I can still take a drop of source power. Akmund, the Lord of the Desolation, glanced at Arista, who was not as rich as the nouveau riche dragon king, but he was not poor either.

"I don't lack this source power!" Arudiba said with a smile, these two are out, how can he retreat!

"Then it's decided!"

The question now is whether Micah is willing or not. Muria scratched her head, and suddenly remembered the most critical issue, pregnant with three children at once, this is a bit ......

"It is the unshirkable responsibility of every immortal to conceive their own descendants, and Micah will not shirk this kind of thing!" said the blazing god Arudiba, with a look full of information.

"Is there anything else going on with this? if not, I'll go see my son!" Muriya said impatiently as the conversation drew to a close.

"Go!" agreed the three of them, who had already spied on their great-grandson's epic.

......

"Micha!" After being thrown out of the makeshift space, Muria looked around for a moment, and then went straight to the cloud city above the sky, and after entering the cloud city, he didn't care about the angels who bowed to him and said hello, and rushed directly into the atrium.

"What are you doing?" In the hanging garden beyond the limits of mortal imagination, Micalia, who heard the call, turned to look at Muria, who hurriedly flew in, frowned slightly, and asked with some dissatisfaction.

"Ahem! I've been dragged by the elders to talk!" As he explained, Muria sensed Michaella's breath, and at this moment, the breath of life in Michalila's abdomen, which was extremely familiar to Muria, had disappeared.

"What about my son?" asked Muria eagerly.

Bang!

As soon as Muria's words were asked, a golden thunder that flew between the clouds fell, directly bombarding his body, and then a huge force acted on Muria's body, Muria couldn't help but pounce forward, and he was crushed to the ground by a behemoth relative to ordinary humans.

"That's what you're on your back!" looked at Muria, who was crushed to the ground, and Micalia couldn't help but smile.

"Good boy!" Muria didn't have to look back to know what was holding her back, a young dragon with a golden shimmer, six slightly immature horns on his forehead, and a size very similar to his dragon form.

"Oh roar!" As soon as it was born, the young dragon that was nearly five meters long at the end of the tail let out a slightly immature roar at Muria, and a little white flame fell on Muria's body, burning Muria's body,

"Who are you?" said a soft, glutinous voice with a hint of curiosity, and although he had just been born, he already possessed enough wisdom to discern things. He felt very close to the tiny creature he was holding to the ground.

"I'm ......" Muria, who was directly knocked down without even seeing his own son, showed a smile on his face, and the body that was pressed under the claws of his son began to swell sharply, pieces of golden dragon scales emerged from his white skin, and the sinuous dragon horns stretched out from its forehead, which could cover the wings of the sky, and the slender and winding dragon tail.

"Your father!" Muria showed his dragon form at this time, at this time, not counting the tail, he was already one hundred and eighty meters tall, such a size was already extremely excessive for the ancestral dragon,

"Wow!" Seeing Muria, who had broken free from under his claws and couldn't even look up to see his head, the little dragon was immediately frightened, and hurriedly took a few steps back and let out a cry.

The frightened little dragon, in Muria's surprised eyes, transformed into a ten-winged blazing god doll, spread its wings that lingered with golden flames, and flew towards the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it flew to Muria's nostrils.

Looking at the little fart child who was bare-assed, fluttering five pairs of small wings trying to get away from him, flying in front of his eyes, Muria was silent for a while, and then in the shocked gaze of this little fart child, the huge golden dragon slowly stood up, endless golden thunder swirled around it, and then a tall humanoid creature appeared in the thunder.

Muria showed his titan form, and the one hundred and eighty-meter-high titan stretched out his palm, fluttering towards the effort, trying to get away from his little bit, and then grabbed him in the palm of his hand when he had no room for resistance.

Muria, who grabbed his eldest son, flipped his palm upward, and then slowly opened his five fingers, revealing a little boy with black hair and golden eyes, and ten wings on his back, who sat in Muria's palm with a confused face, looking up blankly, looking down at Muria's huge face looking down at him.

"Wow, mom save me!" Muria's eldest son, seeing such a powerful face, was so frightened that he cried out, and cried out loudly for Michaelella, wanting his mother to save him.

"Alright, Muria, restrain your strength, this is your son, not your enemy, what are you doing with your posture! ”

"Can such a gesture scare him?" Muria asked with some puzzlement when he saw Micariera standing beside him, remembering that when he was just born, his parents looked down on him with a posture of completion, and he was not frightened at all.

"What do you think?" Michaliella, who was so frightened by his father that he cried not long after he was born, that Michaliella, who had often detected his complete form, silently drew a sword and looked at Muria with an expressionless face.

"Okay, okay, I'll gather my strength!" Muria gave up telling her about her birth as a child, as Michaelella, who was wielding a great sword, slowly shrinking as her towering Titan's body shrank.

Soon, under Michaelella's supervision, Muria was reduced to the size of an ordinary cloud giant, and with his current size, his palms were open and he could hold his eldest son in his hands.

Although he is in the form of a fiery god, Muria's eldest son who has just spoken out is nearly three meters tall, which is even stronger than he was at the beginning.

"......" Sure enough, as Muria's size gradually shrank, his eldest son gradually stopped crying, and his face gradually showed curiosity.

At this scene, Muria also felt a little embarrassed inexplicably, and sure enough, because he was too majestic and scared his eldest son into crying.

"Ahem!" Muria let out a dry cough in a pretended majesty, trying to save face and relieve his clarity.

"Wow!" Muria, who had been in a high position for a long time, coughed dryly, and suddenly frightened his son into tears, and Micaliella, who was on the side, couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Okay, what's the fight with your son?" Micaliera slapped Muria on the shoulder, he really couldn't stand Muria's clumsy hands and feet at the moment, although he was a first-time father and had no experience, he shouldn't have handled such a mistake.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm your father, and I will never hurt you!" Seeing that his son was once again frightened by himself and cried, Muria hurriedly showed a bright smile.

"Wow......" It's just that this kid also noticed that Muria had no ill will towards him, and he himself wanted to vent his grievances just now, so he howled loudly and cried, which made Muria a little confused, and at this moment, he actually looked a little embarrassed.

"What's his real name?" Seeing that his comfort was useless for his son, Muria gave up and made him cry, turning to Micalia and asking instead.

With his son's qualifications, he would say his real name when he was just born, so when he was pulled by his elders to talk to him, he missed the important moment of listening to his son say his real name.

"Aeoros Iapetus Michael Alonsas!" said Micaliala's son's real name.

"Aeolos, good name!" Muria smiled heartily as she looked at her son who was held in the palm of her hand. When the kid saw that his parents ignored him, he gradually stopped crying.

"My eldest son, your name will echo across the continent of Senapus, and all the creatures that live in this land will chant your name!

Muria recited his impromptu words, and Michaelella, who was on the side, opened her mouth to say something, but said nothing. There was no reason for her to prevent her son from becoming an emperor, and it was not a reason to endure too much.