Tamil recalls the path he has experienced, as if standing on the top of the Tower of Babel, looking down on the distant floating clouds at his feet, and the green water and green mountains that appear between the gaps in the clouds.

That touch of verdant is an incomparably beautiful landscape.

Tons of memories roll endlessly, and they are like landscapes under the clouds.

Disappearing is not forgotten, and when attention is focused on it, it emerges quickly.

It's still clear and beautiful.

It's just that the memories of the past are so rich, so rich that it takes years to remember them alone.

One cannot always dwell on memories.

However, Tamil indulged in this only once, and a hundred years passed quietly.

When he finally raised his head from his contemplation, his eyes were as bright as stars, through the layers of curtains, looking beyond cause and effect.

"I want a child."

For so many years, Tamil has never had any descendants.

At the beginning, there was no suitable goal, and there was no follow-up.

Later, a queen was finally established, but there was no crown prince to appoint.

Some people say that this is because the Tamil Emperor killed too much, conquered too much, angered the gods, and was punished by the gods.

However, these people were all cut off by the secret spy in the hands of the queen.

The most effective control of public opinion is not to use hush money to silence people, but to completely erase the person who speaks, and if it is not possible, then erase his family, even a city, a place and a country.

Physically and spiritually, it is completely destroyed, and there is not a trace of it in culture and history.

As a result, everyone believes that the Tamil Emperor is immortal and immortal, and there is no need to rely on the continuation of the bloodline to inherit the national honor like ordinary emperors.

Just like the sun in the sky doesn't give birth to a small sun.

But today, Tamil suddenly wants a child.

A strong craving, more than ever.

He already knows his destiny, cause and effect, where he has come from and where he is going.

So, he couldn't wait to catch a glimpse of his child.

There was no before, because there was no fate, and there was no cause and no effect.

But now, fate is no longer sustainable, cause and effect are on the verge of collapse, and the future contains infinite possibilities.

It didn't take long for the good news to come.

The queen became pregnant.

The sound of Tamil's laughter resounded through all the worlds, in the hearts of all the gods, and was felt by every living being in all worlds.

The gods praise, all things sing.

This child has become the focus of the world before he is even born.

Countless barbarian-born gods rushed to the Tamil palace.

Urala and Black pressed a large area, frightening the barbarians guarding the palace.

Is this a mutiny?

Is this a blasphemy against the Emperor?

This is to ......

Hey, instead of axes, they are holding all kinds of candy, toys, and the cubs of various mythical beasts.

"What about the Emperor?"

Countless barbarian gods roared in unison.

"The Emperor is not in the palace."

"The Great Emperor is really not in it."

"Hey, hey, don't squeeze in, if you squeeze it again, I'll tell the emperor."

The barbarian gods all looked at him in unison, and then rushed into the palace even more resolutely.

Say goodbye!

It's best to sue Lao Tzu in front of the emperor, and let the emperor whip Lao Tzu, hahaha......

The sturdy wall, which is said to use the hardest substance in the world and blessed with tens of thousands of layers of runes, collapsed with a bang.

The barbarians were dumbfounded.

Like, it didn't take much effort, did it? This is simply an ordinary brick wall, damn it, who cut corners? The goblins must be the ones who build the palace!

The guard was furious, "This is an ordinary brick wall!" Hey, you can't go in......"

Then the palace of the Tamil Great collapsed with a bang, and there was no grass in the area where the barbarian footed passed.

They want to find the Emperor.

They firmly believe that the Great is here.

If you don't find it, you haven't searched thoroughly enough.

"Find! Not even a speck of dust! Be sure to find the Emperor! ”

After all, it was the first son of the Emperor and the future of all the Barbarian clan.

Be sure to faithfully wait and witness his birth.

His cry must be the most beautiful sound in the world.

No, no, how could he cry, he must have been born laughing.

Well, it must be!

Many barbarian gods and goddesses performed the art of change, their bodies shrunk to the size of a grain of rice, and even the size of a fine dust, and thoroughly searched every inch of land in the palace.

At the same time, on the Titan Continent, a blue-winged flying dragon swept through the clouds and looked down on the earth.

The lush canopy of trees towers so high that it stands out even in the clouds.

On the dragon's back, Tamil touched his golden whiskers, then rolled up the map and carried it into his arms.

"The map says it's a golden field, a giant tree where the World Tree and the rape flower merge. Look at the tops of its trees, look at its golden corolla. Not...... It's so fragrant......"

Yes, it's so fragrant!

The fragrance of rape flowers is already strong, and in addition, this is a rape flower that integrates the life characteristics of the world tree, and the fragrance is simply strong.

You don't have to open your eyes all the way, just follow the fragrance of the flowers to know that you are getting closer and closer to your destination......

As soon as the wyvern landed, it snapped its nose and then flapped its wings and soared into the sky.

It just can't stand it!

For creatures with a keen sense of smell, any strong smell is inhumane torture.

Gale wind fell from the sky, and Tamil hurriedly covered the top of the head of the woman next to him with his hand.

At close range, the woman's clothes are not turned over, and her hair does not move.

In fact, her strength is not weak, even if she is pregnant, it has not decreased at all.

But in front of Tamil, she is willing to be a weak woman, relying on him and relying on him wholeheartedly.

In the past, Tamil was busy with war, and occasionally had leisure time to think, plan, or manage various worlds, integrate resources from various worlds, and discover talents.

To this day, his realm is boundless, and his people are innumerable.

But that's all the result of conquest.

"I've never enjoyed the scenery along the way, and I want to go back with you and grow up with our children."

"Growing together?" The woman wondered, "After the child is born, we have enough time to accompany him to grow up." ”

Tamil reached out and took the woman into his arms and kissed her forehead tenderly.

Silence, no words, only gentleness.

He felt that day more and more clearly, and he knew that he could not wait for that day.

Here, perhaps, is the last stop.

In the distance, a goblin dressed in fine linen trumpets tucked his pointed mouth into a wooden horn.

"Hey, you two, be careful, the gathering team is going to pick the fruit, hurry up and get out of this area."

Then the goblin looked up at the dwindling dragon and muttered in a low voice, "The uneducated guy left his master in the danger zone, and he should have skinned him to make boots for Master Sherlock......"

Unbeknownst to him, the blue-winged wyvern in the air rolled his eyes and glanced at the ground.

After calculating the wind speed, wind direction, flight altitude and angle, etc., it lifted its tail, and a black dot fell from the sky.

Tamil shrugged helplessly, took the woman's hand, and walked quickly out of the area.

He is not afraid of danger, and nothing in this world can hurt him.

But he was afraid of smelling.

Burst!

There was a dull sound, a slight vibration came from under the feet, and a beautiful landscape exploded in an instant.

It's pitch black, foul smelling.