"Master, Tamil has gained the recognition of the will of the world."
Xi Tong, who was addicted to the action of "wiping the gun", immediately raised his head and looked at Titan Continent.
It turned out that after the ruler nodded to Tamil, he imprinted a mark on Tamil.
Through this mark, Tamil can communicate with the will of the world at any time, which can be called a true "inherited by God" and "adhering to God's will."
What the ruler gives is not just a false name, but also the benefit of real money, that is, it can be made larger or smaller at will, with a multiple of 5 times.
Speaking of which, this artifact of creation is quite useless. It has no advantages except that it can become bigger or smaller. It is no wonder that its defense was worn out thousands of years ago, causing the gods to descend unscrupulously.
But then I thought about it, if the ability of the ruler was so useless, why did Thor make such a desperate move, even risking his own life, to project the spear of eternity?
understood!
Talking about toxicity aside from dose is just hooliganism, but talking about multiples outside of basics is just like that.
Just like a dog, if you give it a 5-fold improvement, it still can't beat an elephant. But if it's a dragon, if you give it a 5-fold improvement, Ultraman would dare to tear it apart.
Incidentally.
The ancestor of the dragon clan also has the same mark, but its mark is 9 times larger.
In other words, the true size of the ancestor of the Dragon Clan was only one-ninth of its current size, about 1 meter at best.
However, this multiple can be increased. As for how to increase it, it depends on the mood of the ruler.
The ruler nodded to Tamil and disappeared.
No one knows where it comes from, and no one knows where it is going, 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 his height of 200 meters, and shrunk to 10 meters in the blink of an eye.
The ancestor of the dragon clan looked at the mark on Taimu's body that represented the epitome of the world, and simply stopped pretending.
There was a flash of light on his body, and his huge body seemed to be leaking air and was quickly shrinking.
Although there were still severe pains in my chest and buttocks, they felt much lighter than before.
"Barbarian, I saved you and you saved me. We don't owe each other anything."
The old dragon's short front paws tapped on the ground.
It's a pity that the ground is not only not hard, but also has no texture. The nails made deep pits on the ground, but there was no "dong dong dong" echo as expected.
Old Long was not embarrassed, showed the mark on his body, and continued.
"We are all chosen guardians of the world. It is our mission to protect this world. We are closely related to the world, and we all suffer."
Taimu didn't answer, but he didn't refute either, and continued to digest the impact of the mark on him.
Fortunately, the mission of myself and Lao Long 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, dragon eagles, griffins, and flying dragons all shrank and shivered.
This is not only suppression in terms of strength, but also dominance in terms of blood.
In front of the old dragon, they have no 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 while his figure suddenly grew larger, he closed the old dragon's mouth with a heavy punch and smashed it into the soil.
"Listen!"
"Even if there is a true god in this world, he is the main god of the system!"
"And you are just a reptile who has been favored by the world. You have still not been able to dominate the continent for tens of thousands of years. You enjoy the unique resources, but you are still unable to resist the attacks of gods and demons outside the territory."
"You are nothing but worthless waste! That's why the world chose me."
Tamil opened his palms, and a ball of lightning bounced in his palms.
"I forgot to tell you, I also have another identity, that is, the dragon-slaying warrior!"
The old dragon was completely angry.
After the Titans disappeared, they became the top creatures in the world.
Tens of thousands of years have passed, and all the powerful creatures of its generation have died. The Dragon Clan has become the only powerful creature in the world, and it is a powerful existence that has killed gods.
Its dragon cave contains hundreds of corpses of ancient gods, each of which is a trophy of its past.
Therefore, it is extremely proud. Even when facing Tamil, which is also recognized by the world, it still bosses around.
The concept of dragon supremacy is already in its bones.
However, it has forgotten that this is a world where fists speak, and it has even forgotten the fact that it has been severely damaged.
It wants to be angry and roar.
However, it only brought about a series of bloody coughs.
Not only was blood spurting out of his mouth, but the wounds on his chest were also spurting out, and the wounds below were also bleeding.
His body was already on the verge of collapse. If he used force forcefully, he would probably explode and die before it could take effect.
One punch!
One punch!
Tamil was like a human pile driver, ruthlessly 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 anymore.
Roar!
A loud dragon roar sounded, and then a flying dragon was seen breaking free from the dragon's mighty suppression, flapping its wings and rising into the sky.
The flames in its eyes were blazing, but it was not anger, but a burning will to fight.
Strictly speaking, the flying dragons under Taimei's command are all beings born on the planet Terra. They are the outstanding descendants of the green dragon's bloodline that have been mutated by nuclear radiation.
Although the old dragon is also a blood relative of them, he is only a cousin, not a close relative.
In the past, the old dragon could still suppress them with its strength and dragon power, but when Tamir showed off his skills and pressed the old dragon to the ground and rubbed them, these two things were no longer effective.
So, one after another, the flying dragons rose into the sky, and the dragon eagles and griffins also returned to their places.
Tamil rubbed his sore fist.
Although protected by the savage iron fist, there were no bruises or cracks in the bones, but the old dragon's bones were too hard. Even without the protection of the scales, the powerful counterattack force was still too much for Tamir to withstand.
After some close contact, Tamir initially understood the strength of the old dragon, and the idea of slaying the dragon warrior became more and more intense.
Tamil finally remembered that this was the main mission. As long as he slashed down, the ultimate reward package would arrive, and the big carousel would be reopened.
Feeling the increasingly fierce murderous aura around him, Old Long finally gave up.
"How about we discuss it..."
Taimu smiled, revealing his strong white teeth, and there seemed to be a unique metallic light flashing on the teeth.
"Then it depends on your price."
Well, squeeze out the benefits first, then kill them with one knife, and the reward will be doubled.
Old Long inserted his head further down 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."