The wave of destruction has completely enveloped the Titan Continent, swallowing it into its belly like a snake swallowing an egg and slowly digesting it.
In the dark Titan Continent, Tamil stood tall and proud, his energy and blood burning all over his body, blooming with bright brilliance.
Countless creatures knelt on the ground devoutly, bowed to Tamil, and offered the purest and purest faith.
They may not believe in God, but they must not believe in themselves.
If Tamir fell, they would die instantly.
Belief in Tamil is tantamount to redeeming oneself.
Not to mention humans, even demons knelt on the ground, releasing their power to integrate into the world's defense formation, while praying that Tailm could stand higher and hold on longer.
At this time, an elf flew to Tamil's ear.
"Your Majesty, it will take another three months for the queen to give birth naturally. If time magic is used..."
Tamir shook his head and replied with his mind: "It's only three months, I can afford to wait!"
The elf glanced at the sky and then at the earth.
She wanted to say that this was not a matter of whether she could afford to wait, but whether she could hold on or not.
The world is still functioning normally.
Because there are people who support this world.
All living things are still alive as before, but there are new things in their lives.
In the past, the sun and moon alternated between day and night.
Now, the whole sky is full of light, and the glory of Tamil Emperor will always shine on the world.
Bathed in this light, all living creatures showed signs of evolution.
Physically, mentally...
Different from the past, different from each other.
Time passes day by day...
No, this statement should be changed.
Time passes little by little...
There is no longer day or 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 Tamir falls, it means the end.
Hourglasses, clocks, magic seals and other timekeeping tools have all lost their meaning.
Some people still use them to tell time, but more and more people are abandoning these useless tools.
They were looking for new weights and measures.
Everything revolves around the rules, regulations, and systems formulated by the Tamil Emperor.
Tamil doesn't know all this.
There is only one thing in his heart, and that is to stand, stand forever, never fall, never fall.
What supports this world is no longer Tamil's body, but his spirit and will.
Under the sky, the queen was lying on the bed quietly recuperating. Beside the bed were fruits and desserts sent by the gods of the barbarian clan and other gods.
There is only one thing in her heart, and that is to raise a baby, use her body to give birth to a new life, and bring him/her into this world.
At the same time, various gods surrounded the room where the queen was, laying down layers of magical spells.
There are various kinds of magic, but their common feature is defense.
The emperor's will is the will of all living beings, and the queen's safety is the most important thing in the world.
Countless layers of divine magic were stacked up, and the space around the queen became blurred, and a glass-like crystal wall appeared.
In the past, she didn't have to look up, she could just turn sideways and see the tall figure standing tall.
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, always there, and would never leave.
Even if he fell, his head would always be facing towards him.
Just to take a look at myself.
Also to let myself take a look at him.
I do not know how long it has been……
The elf flew onto Tamir's shoulder again.
"Your Majesty, three months have passed and the queen's belly is still the same size. If time magic is not used..."
Tamir shook his head, "Then wait another three years!"
The elves go and come back, go and come back again...
"It was clearly agreed that it would be three years, but three years later, another three years, and three years later, another three years, it's almost ten years, Your Majesty! If you continue like this, you won't be able to hold on!"
Tamil stretched his stiff neck.
He hasn't moved his neck for too long.
In other words, his power is about to run out and he is already on the verge of falling asleep.
"When did our world become so small?"
Originally, the Titan Continent was very vast and vast, and the edges could not be seen at a glance.
But now, Tamir probably has to curl up even when lying down.
"Your Majesty, you are wise, mighty, and talented, shining brightly in all realms... But the other commanders cannot do the same. They have all been killed!"
Tamil looked down and saw tall figures on the edge of the continent.
They stand like sculptures at the ends of the earth. Even if they are killed in battle, they still maintain their standing posture and face the wave of destruction without taking a step back.
Behind them is an organized barbarian army.
Some people have fallen into disgrace, while others are still fighting, using all attack methods to fight against the spreading wave of destruction.
Either repel it, or be killed by it.
However, the threat of death is still there.
Even if they are killed in battle, they still stand hard, guard this land, and strive to gain a space behind them.
"Sleeping warrior, wake up!"
With Tamir's low chant, the barbarian commanders, generals, and soldiers who had been dead for a long time came to life one after another.
For those who have broken through the nature of the world and can easily tamper with the rules of life and death, resurrection from the dead is nothing.
"Change fate against the will of heaven! I want to change not only the lives of barbarians, but also the fate of this world!"
The fighting spirit is glowing and the blood is burning.
The momentum from Taimu's body erupted, and a more blazing flame bloomed, shining brightly and illuminating everything.
Under the disbelieving gazes of all the creatures, Tamil's body continued to expand.
He has grown taller again!
Originally he was standing upright.
Now, I have bent my legs and half-knelt, with my shoulders and back pointing toward the sky.
It's not that he was crushed by the sky, but that he grew taller again and tried to stand upright little by little, pushing back the sky.
"Give me a promotion!"
With a roar, Taimu exerted force on his feet, and the bones in his body crackled.
The sound resounded throughout the world and reached everyone's ears.
The barbarians who have spent their lives fighting are no strangers to this sound.
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, with countless particles continuing to rub against each other.
"His Majesty!"
"Emperor!"
"Clan leader!"
Countless people shouted at the same time.
Tamil turned a deaf ear.
"If my will has not decayed, if my blood has not cooled, if my desires have not subsided... Burn! Explode! Go crazy!"
"I - the King of Barbarians, the successor of the Titans, Tamil Fury, will never fall here!"
"The sky cannot crush me! From now on, there will no longer be a sky above the barbarians' heads!"
furious!
Rich blood burst out from his eyes.
Blood flooded, rippling around with his eyes as the center.
Taimu's body, which had run out of fuel and was on the verge of collapse, unexpectedly received new power again. With the blessing of this power, his body quickly repaired, his injuries healed instantly, and even his depleted power was completely replenished.
This is power emerging out of thin air!
Indestructible, unstoppable force!
But barbarians prefer to call it - madness.
They always thought that going berserk was an ability of ordinary barbarians, and that god-level barbarians had no possibility of going berserk.
But Tamil told them with his actions that nothing is impossible in this world.
In madness, the first thing to overcome is the impossible.