Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Bastard Demon God, I have recorded this account."

On the altar, Tyrell, who was under the holy sun, cursed and made another severe entry in the small account book given to the devil in his heart.

He was "trapped".

Before the deal was concluded, the demon kept bragging about the power of the Kingdom of Holy Light, saying that it was the best artifact in his hand, and even asked for an exorbitant price. However, when the deal was over, he immediately revealed his true face and mocked him in turn.

After finishing the transaction, Tyrell used the altar to check the six artifacts hundreds of times to make sure there were no hidden traps. At the same time, he also had a basic understanding of the properties and functions of the six artifacts.

The six artifacts that make up the Kingdom of Holy Light are named: Crown of the Angel of Wisdom, Blessing of the Angel of Destiny, Sword of the Angel of Hope, Blessing of the Angel of Justice, Shield of the Angel of Courage, and Banner of the Angel of Victory.

The entities of the six artifacts are a crown that looks extremely gorgeous and dazzling, a necklace of crystal clear gemstones, a sword whose hilt is guarded by two seraphs embracing each other, and a majestic pair of swords. Solemn heavy platinum armor, a golden shield, and a flag. Of course, by rolling up the flag, the flag can also be used as a spear.

The effects of these six artifacts can be said to be extremely powerful, and they live up to their reputation as artifacts, at least from Tyriel's perspective as a dragon.

In the Kingdom of Holy Light, no matter which one of them is a real artifact, the two handed down weapons given to him by his close friend, the short-lived species, are just scraps of metal compared to them.

But that's the problem. These six artifacts are so powerful that they all have their own will. They have no existence recognized by them and cannot use them. This thing even engages in racial discrimination.

In fact, it is not strange for Tyrell that this situation occurs. Heirloom weapons with lower grades than those of the Kingdom of Holy Light have strict requirements on the user's bloodline, let alone the Kingdom of Holy Light.

The Arms of the Supreme Holy Angel has strict requirements for selecting successors, which is completely normal. Who gives them the capital to choose?

Tyrell actually didn't care about the strict requirements for the use of these artifacts. He just mentioned the requirements casually, and if he met any of them, he would lose.

Only weak creatures will find ways to meet the requirements of the artifact, like licking a dog, and obtain the right to use it in an extremely humble way. One day when the artifact was unhappy, he just ignored it.

Is this the owner of the artifact?

Pooh!

A powerful existence will only make the artifact obey itself, just like the fearful demon god who has destroyed countless worlds. If he wants to forcefully use the Kingdom of Holy Light, these six artifacts have no right to refuse, let alone the capital to struggle and resist.

Let’s not talk about the demon god, but let’s talk about the previous master of the Kingdom of Holy Light, the Supreme Holy Angel. Tyrell didn’t believe that these six pieces of equipment dared to talk nonsense to this being. If they dared to say nonsense, they were melted and recast directly.

These six artifacts dared to make demands on him, and also found fault with his identity as a dragon. They firmly stated that they would only accept angels as their masters. In Tyrell's view, this was just a sign of weakness on his part.

If he had the power of the first ancestor, or even the Dragon God, how dare he not use these six artifacts? She was so dishonest that she licked his butthole and it melted and recast her body.

The Kingdom of Holy Light could not be used for the time being, and Dirrell was mentally prepared. But what really left Dirrell speechless was that these six artifacts were willing to be used by him even though they were obedient to him.

But if he wants the Kingdom of Holy Light to exert its real effect, he must have an angel army. It is not an angel army composed of three or five angels, but an angel army with ten thousand as the basic unit, which is enough to conquer the world.

Where could he find so many angels? Even the ancient golden dragon couldn't summon so many angels, let alone dragons. Even if gods were included, gods with tens of thousands of angels under their command would be able to summon them with just one finger. Count them.

What kind of angel was that demon god fighting against to seize such outrageous equipment?

Maybe this angel is not the angel he knows, but his life form is similar. This kind of thing is normal. In addition to the dragon clan, there are dragon clan, that is, the dragon clan that has no connection with their supreme ancestor Ao of the dragon clan. Likewise, It is also close to life forms.

The Kingdom of Holy Light, which is composed of six artifacts, is not designed to rush on the battlefield. The six artifacts are all buffing halo artifacts, namely the Sword of Hope and the Flag of Victory. They have a certain killing effect and can conquer the Abyss Island. Be useful.

"You all come with me."

Tyrell opened his dragon wings, held up the holy sun, and flew out of the temple. Six artifacts emitting sacred light froze on the altar for a moment, and then followed him one after another.

The moment he passed through the temple gate, Tyrell was relieved and pushed the Holy Light Sun outward. He didn't intend to use this thing.

At the very least, he doesn't plan to use it in the short term. He has no goal of using this kind of thing, and he won't need it to conquer the Abyss Island.

If he really dares to detonate it, the Sedellin Islands may be swept away, and it may even spread to more distant sea areas. This thing can destroy an entire small world, even in a medium-sized world, it will destroy an entire mainland.

This kind of weapon of mass destruction with terrifying effects should not be used indiscriminately. If you don't use it well, you will lose yourself. He doesn't think the extreme power contained in this holy sun will let him go.

"Since you are unwilling to recognize me as Lord, then you stay here. When I find an angel that meets your requirements, I will release you."

After looking at the Holy Light Sun suspended above the pyramid and confirming that it would not explode on its own, Tyrell turned to look at the Kingdom of Holy Light.

Zheng~

The Hope Angel Sword, suspended in the air with its tip pointed downward, trembled. Unlike her other companions, she didn't really care whether the user was an angel or not.

As a sword, even as a sword that symbolizes hope, she hopes that she can penetrate deep into the bodies of those powerful evil beings, end their sinful lives, and cut off all possibilities for their resurrection.

It's a pity that her master is a supreme holy angel who commands tens of millions of angel legions. She almost never has the opportunity to fulfill her role as a sword, except for the final battle faced by her noble and proud master. .

That battle was the battle of her fall. Millions of angels had their wings broken. Even as a holy angel, she fell into the blood. As a sword, not only did it not hurt the sin at all, but it was taken away.

"I will call you if necessary."

Being able to feel the thought conveyed to him by this sword of hope, Tyrell's mood was particularly subtle, but he also responded.

The stance of this Sword of Hope is the same as that of the other five artifacts. It refuses to recognize its masters from creatures other than angels. It is unknown whether it is for the sake of being gregarious or for some other reason. However, although her stance is gregarious, it is not very firm.

Because this sword means that Tyrell can support him when he faces irresistible evil.

Refuses to recognize the owner, but can be used.

Dirrell was naturally satisfied that this most lethal artifact was so adaptable, so he had nothing to say. It didn't matter whether he recognized his master or not, as long as he could use it, anyway, he didn't need the blessing effects of these artifacts. His subordinates There is no angel army.

"Don't destroy everything here, and don't run around."

Tyrell gave instructions, dealt with the Star God's blood that he placed at the entrance of the temple, moved the newly obtained 30,000 shares of Star God's blood into the temple, and left directly.

Wow~

In the spacious and magnificent hall, the sacred yet noble dragon suddenly appeared. After confirming that the magic circle was still running during the time he left, and no living creatures entered, Di Ruier felt relieved. Lift all blockades and leave in a dignified manner.

After rising to the sea, Tyrell thought for a moment, spread his dragon wings, and flew towards the west of the island. He set foot on Moonlight Island, where elves thrive.

This was not the first time he had landed on the island, but this time it was different from any previous time. The moment he fell from the sky, the ancient trees along the island began to tremble.

The huge tree began to rise, and the roots that penetrated deep into the ground were exposed one by one. The branches began to intertwine and merge, but the trunk began to split.

The ground of this island began to crack in large areas, because the ancient trees stationed on it pulled out their roots deep into the ground, and transformed from lush branches and leaves into a different posture.

Tree people!

ancient tree of war

Tyrell was stunned for a moment as he looked at the many ancient trees under him that began to revive from their silent postures and entered war postures.

That is, when Di Ruier was stunned, the awakened ancient war tree began to separate to both sides, making way for a corridor leading to the depths of the island, where there was a towering giant tree that topped the entire island.

tree of Life!

It's just that this tree of life, which is called the lifeblood of the elves, has hundreds of millions of branches and leaves shaking and rustling at the same time, as if it is also welcoming Diriel's arrival.

This scene stunned the elves living in this area. They were even more confused when they looked at the giant dragon falling from the sky.

The ceremonial guard put up by the tree people was like a king returning from an expedition in triumph, and they were just like subjects, lining up on both sides to greet him. They, the most important support of the elves, had to kneel down to this dragon at this moment. Went down.

The most important thing is their spiritual totem, the Mother Tree of Life. Before today, they had never seen their mother tree appear so...hungry? Humble? urgent?

No elf knows how to describe the Mother Tree of Life, but any elf who sees this scene can tell that something is very wrong with their mother tree. And this abnormal change was caused by a dragon.

Ancestral Bronze Dragon, Diriel

This was not the first time that this dragon had landed on their elven island, but its arrival this time triggered changes that had never happened before.

"King of Sacred Trees!"

Tyrell immediately realized the source of the abnormal changes on the Elf Island in front of him, but Tyrell really did not expect that the identity he had just acquired would have such a terrifying effect.

The king of the sacred tree is not only the king of the World Tree family, but also the king of trees and plants. All plants with a level lower than the World Tree will be suppressed. This is similar to bloodline, but different, and the level is higher. Strict dominance.

"What exactly is going on?"

Under the tree of life, a silver-haired elf girl walked out of the treehouse formed by the intertwining of flower vines and trees, looking confused at the rustling tree crown above her head.

For some reason, as a druid, she was able to get closer to all things in nature than ordinary elves, so she felt the fear of the mother tree, and this fear made their mother tree act extremely flattering, even to the point of harming itself in this way. , please the dragon from outside the island.

"Why?"

"Mother tree, what are you afraid of?"

Not just one elf is asking, but Rosalind, the elf queen who lives among the canopies of life, is asking too.

"Tsk!"

Tyriel, who was hovering in the sky, had a somewhat subtle expression at this moment, because one after another thoughts expressing surrender to him came one after another.

These ideas come from the many ancient war trees that the elves have carefully cultivated in order to protect themselves. These are regarded by the elves as the last barriers, and they will always protect them loyally, fighting until the ancient trees wither their lives. At this moment, choose to go to the sacred tree. The King offers his loyalty.

Among these thoughts, there is also the most conspicuous and largest one, which comes from the most magnificent sky-reaching giant tree on this island, the Tree of Life.

"Hail to you, great king!"

At this moment, Tyrell truly understood the meaning of his identity as King of the Divine Tree. This was not just a simple title, he also had the status and commanding power to match it.

When he appeared on Moonlight Island, the tree of life, which was regarded as a totem by the elves, as well as the ancient war trees they cultivated, as well as various plant guards, their first priority was no longer the elves who lived with them day and night. , all turned into him as the king of sacred trees.

In other words, as long as he is willing at this moment, he can make all the plants on the island rebel in an instant and launch attacks on the elves who accompany them day and night.

He has the authority to exterminate this elven clan, and the life and death of hundreds of thousands of elves are all determined by his thoughts, of course, excluding the legendary Elf King and the white tiger she raised.

If he really dared to exterminate the clan, the Elf King would probably risk everything and bring the white tiger to hunt him down, regardless of the dragon god or the consequences.

"Why are you making such a big noise? Squat back here."

Already aware of the substantial gaze cast from the crowns of the majestic ancient trees, Tyrell, as the king of sacred trees, calmed the restlessness of all the plants on the entire island.

This is not the end, but the beginning.

Emerald green aura shone in front of Di Ruil, the space cracked, and the slender, tall, and stunningly beautiful queen appeared in front of Di Ruil with a fierce white tiger.

"Good day, Sir Di Ruier, I wonder if you can give me a reasonable explanation?"

Rosalind's eyes swept over the war tree men who had reverted to the form of ancient trees.

Although everything is starting to return to normal, she will never forget the scene just now. Even the legendary tree shepherd will never be treated like the ancient tree of war.

He is simply the King of Trees. No, even the King of Trees cannot have such treatment. It is not like she has never seen what kind of King of Trees can make the Mother Tree of Life feel scared.

"Can I say that I had no knowledge of this happening?"

Tyrell's tone was helpless. He came to see the elf for no other reason than to inform him of his upcoming plan to attack Abyss Island, and to ask the elf not to interfere with his plan to release a large number of colored dragons from Dragon Island.