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In the middle of summer, during the scorching sun, the birds were too lazy to call out to the people in the trees. It seemed like they all hid at home and didn't want to come out, only the people who worked outside and the soldiers of the empire were doing their own things outside … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … It has already been three days and you still can't give birth to it! " "Under the blazing sun, his handsome face was covered in sweat." Bastard! "Look at your useless appearance, how do you look like a general of the empire?!" Sturm's father, the old Duke Porcourt Fernandez, shouted. Even though he said that, he couldn't help but clench his fists and occasionally wipe the sweat off his hands.

The name of the old Duke Bercott was well-known throughout the empire. When the Empire of Art was founded, it was just a small city with less than 100,000 people. When Emperor of Art was in his third year, he was a very talented Emperor, and when he was young, he became a great swordsman at the age of twenty. In the following 30 years, the two of them created a huge wave on the continent, destroying half of the empire! At that time, Art III bestowed on Berkotte the surname of Fernandes, Grand Marshal of the Empire, and Duke of the Inheritance. In the following years, he had made countless meritorious deeds for the empire, and in one fell swoop, he had joined the other three empires of the continent as one of the four empires of the continent. He is close to being the 4th Emperor of the Art, and our Grand Duke Bercott is already 130 years old. Because he broke through to the Great Sword Master realm, he became the empire's number one Sword Saint. His strength is unfathomable. And now, his only son was about to be born, the fifth child of the Empire's General Stooa. His daughter-in-law had already been born for three days and three nights, but she still hadn't come out.

Suddenly, the sky was covered by dark clouds as a bolt of purple lightning struck the delivery room. When people were shocked, they found out that the delivery room was completely unharmed. After a moment, an old woman stumbled out, "Master, master!" "He's alive, he's giving birth to a young master!" The father and son duo did not care about the weather and directly ran into the house. It seemed that even a normal battle charge could not be done at such a speed. When he entered the house, he found the mother and son safe and exhausted. The mother was looking at the baby beside her, but when she saw her husband enter, she used her last bit of energy and said, "Dearest, I've added more blood to the family." With that, he fainted.

He quickly channeled his battle spirit into her body and found that she was only sleeping from exhaustion. Looking at the little fellow who had tortured everyone for the past few days, he could not help but be dumbfounded. Black hair and black eyes!? "He was also sleeping peacefully and actually did not cry." "Father, have you ever seen such a child?" That's right, there aren't any black-haired or black-eyed people on our continent. However, according to the legends, there seems to be a race living on the other side of the Boundless Ocean. In the Great War of the Gods ten thousand years ago, they were called demons by the enemy. "Because they are too powerful, even the Gods cannot destroy them in the end. They can only use their supreme divine power to open up an endless sea to seal them at the other end of the sea." What!? My son is actually from the demon race! " Stuart looked at his son in panic. How could a little person as small as a jade peck be a demon?

"You're wrong. After all, those are only legends. No one has ever seen them before. Besides, very few people know about these legends." My grandson was born a little too slowly, don't you see him crying! " "Burcote hugged his grandson tenderly, his weathered face full of smiles." And yes, I'm very good at it with Darlene's kids. " His father, who was panicking a moment ago, suddenly became arrogant again.

"Where am I?" Yang Qingtian was in a daze, and he could not see anything in the surrounding chaos. He could vaguely hear the hoarse voice of a woman. 'F * ck, didn't I get hit by lightning? Sigh, I really don't know what kind of bad things I did to actually get struck by lightning! ' That's not right, I was struck by lightning, how can I still be conscious? " Just as he was thinking, he felt another wave of dizziness. After he woke up, he discovered that everyone in the room was busy, and in front of him was actually a middle-aged woman with red hair. Wow! What a beautiful foreigner! " This is the first thought that our young master Yang came to this world.

Listening to him speak a foreign language that he did not understand at all, Di Tian regretted that he did not learn a foreign language well in the past. At the very least, he had surpassed LV 4. However, what made him gratified was that his original memories were still there. After a while, a group of people rushed in, two big men, saying that it was not too much of a big man, but both of them seemed to be over two meters tall. They were both blonde, an old man who had experienced a lot, and the other was a flustered middle-aged man. "Hmm, this old boy does not look too bad. He can go all out with what I had in the past." Our Young Master Yang was thinking unscrupulously.

Looking at the old man who carried him and gave him an ambiguous look, Yang Qingtian was a bit scared, "Why is the old man's gaze weird? Sigh, I'm just a child, can't you wait for me to grow up before eating?" But he forgot that he was really a child. How could he say such words? He might as well close his eyes and resign himself to fate.

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Legend has it that the Sword God and the Dharma God were able to use the God's Descent technique. The boundless power was similar to the power of the gods. On the continent, every job was divided into three ranks, namely Intermediate High Level.