I was targeted by the Starlight Beast... Perhaps, I was targeted by many potential forces. The legend of the Son of Gold will definitely be distorted or even deified after three hundred years.

It is neither old nor dead, neither born nor destroyed.

But that situation only exists in the game character state. Beta is now a living life. Unless it becomes a demigod, it can barely be considered immortal. As for the degree of birth and death... even the gods cannot do it, let alone Beta, a god-born noble who has just entered the master level.

Shirley opened and closed her palms in front of her. The corpses that were trampled into flesh by the iron cavalry were trapped in the mud, and then covered by the surging soil, without any blood coming out.

Then the convoy continued to move forward. Although the Starlight Beast could control other intelligent life, such control consumed mental power and was not without negative effects. At least Beta would not have to worry about the Starlight Beast's next attack within ten days.

Leaving the earthy road where hundreds of robbers were buried, the more far away, the more relaxed the atmosphere of the envoys. After all, no one was willing to stay next to a large pile of corpses, and these corpses were almost rotten and there was almost no difference from tomato sauce, which made people feel stomach acid overflow at first glance.

The atmosphere of the envoy group was relaxed, but the performance of two people was strange.

Bart and Faxiu both would sneak a glance at Beta from time to time. If they peeped maliciously, Beta would definitely find a way to make these two lose fruit, but the problem is that they both had curiosity and...slight surprise.

When the convoy stopped to rest at noon, Beta called the two of them, Shirley and Sophia, walked to the stationing point, set up a soundproof barrier, and looked at everyone and said, "You know you have many questions. Just ask. If you can answer, I will try my best to answer. If you can't answer, I will keep silent."

As Beta finished speaking, the surroundings were silent, as if the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground. After a while, Sophia was the first to ask: "What is the Son of Gold?"

"My race. You can think of him as a blood branch like the giants and werewolfs."

Sophia nodded and didn't ask any more.

But Bart spoke at this time, and a gloomy look appeared on his face rarely: "My family flourished three hundred years ago, leaving some records. The records say that the son of gold was born in a dream, but he could kill people in a dream. Employer, since you are the son of gold, how did you run out of the dream?"

"Really, I don't know," Beta thought for a while and said, "I come from another plane, you can see that it's similar to the heavens. As for the rest, I can't say much."

Bati Head shows that he understands. In this world, there is not much view on intelligent creatures in other planes. People like the Winged Humans, Demons, etc. are actually all alien creatures.

Faxiu glanced at Bart, hesitated for a while before asking, "Son of Gold, is it really immortal to die?"

"No." Beta shook his head: "That's just a rumor."

"But you always have something outstanding, right?" Faxiu whispered: "Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many forces afraid of you."

Beta looked at Faxiu and asked, "It seems you know a lot about us?"

"I like reading books very much." Faxiu smiled bitterly: "I have many books in my family that were collected hundreds of years ago, and several of them mentioned you. Although the descriptions are different, they all mention that you are neither old nor dead, neither born nor destroyed."

Beta laughed twice: "How can we do things that even gods cannot do? That is a misunderstanding. Some special occasions, coupled with special understanding, have become rumors that our son of gold is immortal. In fact, this is nothing at all."

"But all the writers are in fear of you. They say that although you believe in justice, you are extremely powerful, and you can even kill... God."

Everyone's expressions were terrified, and Shirley's fingers shook slightly.

The word "Slaying God" makes everyone's face turn pale. For this world of faith, Slaying God is like poking a hole in the sky.

Beta coughed and said, "This is also a misunderstanding. We just grow faster, but after reaching a certain level, it is difficult for us to continue to climb up our strength. Therefore, the so-called killing of gods is actually just nonsense."

Beta is actually a little trick here. A player killing gods is indeed nonsense, but what about a group of players? The goddess of the forest was almost let go by the players.

But what he said was indeed the truth. Here he just changed his concept a little, so he said it with confidence.

Sophia suddenly asked, "A year ago, you were just a little mage, but now you are a master-level strong man. You are the son of gold, is this the reason for your rapid growth?"

Beta nodded. With the help of the system, his growth rate was naturally not slow. Although Goddess Wojin also helped him, overall, it was the result of his own efforts.

In more than a year, he turned from a little mage to a master and powerful man... This is no longer an explanation for his rapid growth. No wonder all the authors who recorded the deeds of the Son of Gold are so afraid of this race.

Although it was not satisfactory, everyone got the answer they wanted and dispersed. Beta turned his head and looked at Shirley who was quiet beside him: "Didn't you want to ask?"

Shirley smiled faintly and said, "Although I didn't know you are the son of gold, I knew you were not from this main world plane. What kind of race you are is not important to me at all."

Beta also smiled: "So smart?"

Shirley pressed her hand on Beta's palm: "I am your scabbard, and I will slowly know about your affairs."

Sophia next to her coughed and interrupted the two of them to show their love. She said, "Can the blood of the Golden Son be born by combining with women of other races?"

Beta looked at her in surprise, and the other party's words contained a lot of information.

Beta thought for a while, then shook his head: "I don't know."

Sophia looked disbelieving.

"I really don't know," Beta said. "Although we intermarried with other races, we never had children. So I can't answer your question."

In the game settings, although players, regardless of gender, can do something shameful with NPC, they will never get pregnant or make the other party pregnant.

"In other words, only by combining with your own tribe can you have descendants?" Sophia was slightly disappointed, but for some reason, she felt much more at ease: "Is it because your bloodline is too noble, or is it because of other reasons, or a special mother?"

Sophia asked this for a deeper reason.

She has the bloodline of the Nightmare Success, and the Success has a special ability to accept reproductive information from all races. That is to say, no matter what race the other party is, as long as they can "inject" reproductive information into the succulent's womb, they can get pregnant.

Of course, there must be a preface for this, that is, as a provider of genetic genes, you cannot be weaker than succubus, otherwise the magic power in the succubus' body will completely destroy the genetic information.

This is an instinctive means for succubus to ensure high-quality descendants.
Chapter completed!