Muria was very puzzled by what this suspicious creature hatched from the Void Egg said.
His bloodline is almost the highest level of Erathia. Under the erosion of his bloodline aura, human-level creatures can easily change their life forms, become giant, and develop some dragon-like characteristics.
However, the influence of his bloodline is limited to creatures whose life levels are a certain distance from his. Creatures whose life levels are close to or equal to his, he cannot affect at all.
For example, among the five-color dragons he raised, only the white dragon, known as the shame of the dragon clan and with the weakest bloodline, received a negligible influence from him, and this influence was only reflected in the white dragon Clodia, who lived with him day and night. The rest
Dragon, you can't see the change at all.
This is a five-color dragon whose bloodline is not as good as his, so it can ignore the erosion of his bloodline, let alone an existence whose bloodline is equal to his.
The giant egg given to him by Muria's grandfather Archimonde, the Lord of the Wilderness, was picked up from the endless void.
An egg that can survive in the void. The existence that hatches will have a life level at least at the same level as him, or even above Muria.
With an existence of this level, Muria might even be affected, not to mention affected.
Therefore, the possibility of the Void Egg being affected by the power of Muria's bloodline is almost zero, but other than that, Muria really can't figure out how the existence hatched from the Void Egg is related to the one who hatched it without being a blood relative.
Why are they so similar in appearance? The similarity is over 80%.
"Of course your bloodline cannot affect me. This is my own choice. What you see now is just my initial form, so why are you surprised?" He has finished eating the broken eggshell and is now gnawing on the egg.
Shell's "Young Muria" answered vaguely.
"Initial form?" Muria frowned. The more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong. When he was about the same size as this suspicious creature, he didn't have six dragon horns on his head. After he merged with the blood of the Dragon King, the dragon blood in his body entered.
level, it gained three forms.
"It's just an initial form built using you as a template." The suspicious creature answered vaguely, "Who made you wander around in front of me every day after I became conscious, and kept asking me to swallow your power."
"The initial form built using me as a template?" Muria was a little shocked. What kind of operation is this? "Don't you have your own bloodline form?"
"If I had, I wouldn't be like this."
"So, your race has different initial forms? It could be the appearance of any creature?"
"Race?" The "young sissy Muria" who gnawed on eggshells tilted her head, "I am a unique existence, there is no one of my own race, I am the only one who has this characteristic."
"I understand the truth." Muria stared at the suspicious creature that had stood up, pulled out the eggshell from under her feet and held it to gnaw. There was no trace of clothing on her body to cover her body, she just stood naked, her lower body
Except for the dragon tail that is the same as Muria's, there is nothing else. "But, can you explain why your initial form is female?"
Muria stared at her with a dark face. The suspicious creature in front of her was a childish version of him. "Since you are using me as a template, then be more serious. Why is the gender different from mine?"
"Didn't I give up on his choice? Do you think I want to use your template to build my initial form?" The young girl with black hair reaching her waist put the last bit of eggshell in her hand into her mouth, then raised her head and stared at Mu
Rhea.
Is this being looked down upon? Muria was very confident about his bloodline, just when he wanted to say something.
This suspicious creature nodded and answered to himself: "Yes, I just want to use you as a template. Among all the creatures that I have come into contact with, your bloodline level is the strongest and has the highest potential. I don't use you as a template."
Templates are stupid.”
"I am a male." Muria stared at the young girl with a very serious expression, "And you are a female! You are not using me as a template."
"I just made some small adjustments and changes." The suspicious creature that looked like a young girl named Muria replied nonchalantly.
"What's the reason for your adjustment?" Muria, who had calmed down, frowned and asked with some pain.
According to the words of this suspicious creature, it can be inferred that when it was in the hands of its grandfather Archimonde, its consciousness had not yet been condensed and formed, otherwise it would not have used him as a template to construct its initial form. Instead, it would have broken out of its shell directly in the form of a Titan.
And out.
But its current appearance is no worse than that of a Titan. Having just broken out of its shell, she is now nearly twenty meters tall when stretched out, and her body shape is like an enlarged version of the hybrid Titan Luoli. In Murray
It looks very pleasing to the eye.
"Your mother." It was reasonable, but unexpected, that the suspicious creature hatched from the Void Egg gave a reasonable answer, "She is also a very powerful and perfect life form."
Muria twitched the corner of his mouth. The only time the Void Egg came into contact with the Golden Dragon Lady was when the dragon he raised was exiled. The rest of the time, the Void Egg had no chance to see the Golden Dragon Nian.
"Your mother is also a very good template." "Young Mother Muria" who had finished eating the eggshell touched her mouth, "But by that time, my initial form was almost finalized, so I can only make
Some minor tweaks.”
"So you became a female." A strange look appeared on Muria's face.
"I never had what you call gender before." The suspicious creature muttered, "I told you, I'm different from you."
"Don't talk about that." Muria knelt down and looked straight at the being who modeled his body on him, "Why don't you have a real name?"
According to Muria's understanding, as long as a being is powerful enough to a certain level, it will have its own true name. Only the weak ones do not have true names, such as ordinary humans, goblins, goblins and the like, they all do not have true names.
"Why do I have to have a real name?" the void creature of unknown origin asked, with a face that was very similar to Muria's, revealing an unknown doubt.
"The real name is used to call..." Muria paused. The purpose of a name is to be called by others. Ordinary humans are too weak, so they don't have a real name.
So by analogy, is there some kind of existence in the void that is so powerful that it does not need a real name? Because no one will call it by its real name, there is no need for a real name.