Myriad Worlds Begin with Douluo

Chapter 444 But You Are Their King

In a thousand miles of the world, on an island in the central ocean, Gatanjehe was transformed into a certain girl.

Although she looks like a girl, she actually has no gender.

He, who had changed from a beast to a maiden, stood with Tartarus at the gate of the temple.

"Come in." A flat but majestic voice sounded.

Tartarus hastened in to meet his Maker, the great Creator.

Gatanjiehe also raised his legs slowly, step by step, staggering, maybe it was the first time he walked on two feet, or maybe the shell on his head was too heavy.

His learning ability was fast, and he was also used to walking, and he came in front of Tang San.

He has no wisdom. Although he now has a human-like head, it is still a mass of paste-like tissue without any brain cells. Naturally, he cannot produce wisdom, and he cannot even retain his memory.

Being able to obey the orders of the Creator God and Tartaros is because he was turned into a giant beast by Tang San. In addition to divine power, the instinct of genes burns obedience to Tang San.

"Great God of Creation!" Tartarus kowtowed.

The god didn't look at Tartarus, but looked at the girl who had taken human form, Gatanjah.

For his own power, he needs to use it carefully, after all he is just a thought.

To create the tribe of Sanye people, they cannot use divine power, but can only rely on genetic means to cultivate new species that can reproduce independently.

"Can you give me your shell?" God asked Gatanjeh.

Gatanjeh opened his mouth and made a whining sound. He has no wisdom, but instinctively feels aggrieved. After all, he is also a creature influenced by God, with certain characteristics.

Even if you don't have wisdom, you still have feelings and feel wronged.

However, Gatanjeh took the shell off his head and gave it to the god.

Without the snail shell, the tentacles on the head of Gatangie are constantly differentiating, becoming as fine as silk, and it looks like a real beautiful girl.

But those purple hairs, in the final analysis, are still tentacles, but without the protection of the shell, they can only be bifurcated and fine, and are more sensitive to the surrounding air, and can even capture various magnetic field signals.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a brain, a place to carry his soul.

Holding the shell, God used his power again, and the whole shell cap turned white, pure white and holy, like a supreme treasure.

"Fantastic magic conch!"

Such a word suddenly popped up in Tartarus' mind, along with two vague figures, one yellow Fangkuai and the other pink star.

Those two figures, not as good as the Creator God, were directly thrown into the corner of memory by Tartarus, and the magic conch.

No, such a conch was taken from Gatanjae, the god of light and strength, how could it be named after the word "magic"?
God's actions didn't stop. He transformed the conch and put countless tiny lives in it. They continued to devour, evolve, become strange and strange, and finally were destroyed by God.

Tartarus understood that these were failed creations, unworthy of this world.

Thinking of this, Tartarus is even more proud. He is a perfect creature created by God. Although his power is not as strong as Gatanjeh, he has wisdom.

Thinking about it, Tartaros glanced at Gatanjah.

And Gatanjeh didn't respond at all, as if Tartaros' contempt was just an ordinary look, without any harm, after all, he had no brains.

Shen Tang San knew that the creatures inside the snail shell were not destroyed by him, but became the nourishment of the snail shell. This snail shell is a kind of biological machine tool. Under the radiation of his power, he can use it to create various all kinds of creatures.

Of course, whether the created creatures can adapt to the environment of this world depends entirely on luck.

After all, he was just a thought, and he couldn't deduce the most suitable genetic sequence in a single thought like the deity. This was for the fairness of the bet, and at the same time, he wanted to have a good time.

Even if the three-leaf man Tartarus is right in front of him, he can't directly clone this guy, that would be meaningless.

After hundreds of experiments, Shen Tang San finally created thousands of white eggs, they were as bright as pearls, and their size was as big as a fist.

Tartarus didn't understand, and asked, "Great God of Creation, what is this?"

He was really curious about these pearls.

There seemed to be a beating of life, he could feel it, it was very strange.

"Tartaros!" Shen Tang San's high and magnificent voice sounded in Tartarus' ear.

"I'm here, God!" Tartarus straightened up respectfully.

"Are you lonely?" God Tang San asked.

Lonely?

Tartarus was taken aback. It turned out that God had been paying attention to him. Even if he was not by God's side, God still cared about him, just like a father.

Shen Tang San didn't wait for Tartaros to answer, but said: "These are your people."

Looking at the fist-sized pearls poured out of the snail shell, Tartaros didn't wonder why a snail shell with a big head could pour out so many fist-sized eggs.

After a moment of distraction, a strange heat reverberated in the chest cavity, which was the stirring of the blood vessels.

He only understands that these are his people.

He is no longer alone.

He has a race.

"Praise the great God of Creation." Tartarus excitedly held more than a dozen eggs, and walked carefully to the bottom of the pyramid. He came to a wetland on the island, held the outer ice layer, and put the eggs in.

In the warm season, it can hatch and transform into a three-leaf man like him within three months.

One back and forth, two back and forth... until 49 rounds, thousands of eggs were placed by Tartarus.

After that, Tartarus often smirked and went to see if the eggs were still there every day, but because of this, he became more confused.

"God, what should I do after I have a race?"

When the warm season comes, the eggs have already hatched, and the trilobites, like giant insects, are swimming happily in the wetlands, very happy.

However, Tartarus has more confusion. What can he do?

So, he came to the temple and asked God for advice.

"You are the first Sanye people, then you will be their king, lead them, multiply and establish civilization." Shen Tangsan smiled.

Tartarus in front of him has already started to think and has a sense of responsibility.

"Civilization? What is that?" Tartarus was puzzled.

Shentang Sandao: "Creating words that can record life and history, developing art or philosophy, and possessing the ability to recognize and transform the world can only be accomplished by intelligent groups."

"The smallest, it can be a city-state, and the largest, it can be an infinite multi-dimensional world."

"The specifics are up to you."

The city-state, Tartarus knew, was a place where many people lived together in memory, and it was very lively.

The infinite multiverse made it difficult for Tartaros to understand, but he knew that it was definitely a huge place, too big for him to imagine.

However, if the infinite multiverse is God's expectation, then he must achieve it!

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"God, you haven't given me the knowledge to create civilization, so I can't act." Tartarus wanted to ask God for help.

But Shen Tang San shook his head and refused: "I created you."

"But you,"

"He is their king!"

(End of this chapter)