Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

The two seraphs embracing each other looked particularly holy under the pure white light, as if they would come to life at any time and sweep away evil.

Su Hailun, who was originally beside Di Ruil with a calm expression, now stared at the big sword held by Di Ruil in his hand, which was very suitable for his size.

"you……"

The girl pointed at Di Ruier, a blush appeared on her jade-white cheeks, and her petal-like red lips were slightly opened. She was so excited that she lost the ability to speak for a while.

"What's wrong with me?"

Tyrell held a big sword that was more than ten meters long in his hand, holding an extremely ugly sword flower. He had never thought that he could use a weapon, so he had no training.

However, the sword flower was ugly and ugly, but Di Ruier was particularly surprised to find that the sword felt just right and was extremely comfortable to hold. Not only the feel, but also the size of the sword fit him perfectly, as if it was tailor-made for him.

This made Tyrell's mood a little bit subtle. Although he had communicated with the Sword of Hope in advance and the sword expressed its willingness to cooperate with him, it was too skilled - you could tell what posture to pose after just taking a picture. Save worry and effort.

"How come you have a divine weapon?"

Su Hailun calmed down and soon realized her gaffe. She turned slightly sideways and adjusted her expression. Although some emotions were still high, she was able to speak completely.

"Why can't I have an artifact?"

Tyrell mentioned the Sword of Hope Angel. At this moment, he had to stand up because there was an extra sword in his hand. However, this posture still made him quite uncomfortable, but the Sword of Hope in his hand was It gave him an extremely good experience and made him feel that this posture was not bad.

"No, that's not what I meant. I wanted to ask, how did you get the artifact?"

Su Hailun really couldn't bear it. Everyone was a dragon, and she was also an ancestral dragon. She was even older than Tyrell. Not to mention owning a divine weapon, this was the first time she had seen a divine weapon.

How could such a gap not make Long feel frustrated? However, the shock of seeing an artifact appear in front of him with his own eyes diluted this emotion. Such an artifact appeared in the hands of Long, who was very close to him. This made Long extremely excited, because it meant that she also had the opportunity to get up close and personal,

"If it involves secrets that can't be told, forget it. I'm just curious."

However, Su Hailun, who was excited and excited, quickly remembered her grandfather's warning and added another sentence.

An artifact appears in the hands of someone of the same kind who lives with her day and night. Does she still need to think about its origin?

"I really can't say it now. Please allow me to keep it secret for now. In the future, I can tell you whatever you want to know."

The origin of the Hope Angel Sword is indeed difficult to explain, but he doesn't need to explain it to anyone.

Su Hailun is curious, so let her be curious. Jinlong's problem of searching for the root of the problem should be changed. There are so many secrets in the world, and if you want to know everything, you will be deceived one day.

"..."

Jin Long's heart was scratching her heart like a cat's claws, but she didn't ask any more questions. She just stared at the sword in Di Ruier's hand with an obsessive look as if she was appreciating a work of art.

"Everything here must end!"

Tyrell held the big sword in his hand. At this moment, whether they were centaurs, giants, or flying dragons whose intelligence had leapt due to evolution, their morale was greatly increased because they heard the golden dragon's words, a divine sword.

Even if they know that there is a Balor Fire Demon below, no one will doubt that the final victory will belong to them. This is a must-win war.

Leading the last legion formed, Tyrell went straight underground to the forefront of the battle line. The strong smell of sulfur filled his nose, and the surging magma became the main source of light in the underground battlefield.

The war cry of the giant, the roar of the red dragon, the neighing of the flying dragon... All the forces that Tyrell gathered after arriving on the islands are currently fighting against a large and chaotic demon army.

Every moment, flying dragons fell, giants had their bodies torn apart, and even more ferocious and cruel high-level monsters were eaten. However, countless demons also fell and mixed with the hot rock and mud, becoming the background of the battlefield.

"There are so many underground demons!"

Su Hailun, who followed Di Ruier into the underground battlefield for the first time, was also shocked when she saw the chaotic fighting scene, because she saw that it was not only the dragon army that was killing demons, but also demons that were killing demons.

Although I know a lot about demons and know that they are monsters that will kill even their own kind once they enter a state of madness, but seeing their performance on the battlefield with my own eyes is still shocking.

"The number of demons means nothing."

Tyrell glanced over and could see the blood-red summoning aura symbolizing evil and chaos rising and falling on the battlefield. Demons from the bottomless abyss were constantly being summoned by their kind. The number of demons seemed to be endless.

But Tyrell didn't look worried as there were endless demons to kill, because almost all the demons were infected by the atmosphere of the battlefield as soon as they came to the battlefield. The desire to kill impacted their few sanity, and then they were driven by instinct. Dominate, aim your weapons and claws at the guy around you immediately, no matter what it is, even if it is the same kind that summoned it.

The chaos of demons was revealed at this moment. The number of demons that died at the hands of their own kind far exceeded those slaughtered by the dragon army under Tyrell.

This is also the inherent self-limiting nature of abyss demons. If their will is no longer chaotic, then the abyss can swallow all the worlds it can touch.

A high-level demon appears in the main material world. If it is not driven away in the shortest time, an army of demons will appear.

But if you insist on letting it go, the number of demons will stabilize after it expands to a certain extent, but in exchange for more and more demon corpses - they will pollute the land and transform the environment, allowing the demons to survive for a long time. Stay.

"Kill the Balor Balrog and it's over."

Tyrell immediately locked onto the big demon holding a decapitating sword and a flaming whip on the battlefield. It was too conspicuous, and its image spread throughout the world, becoming the nightmare of countless people and deeply rooted in the hearts of even children. will be exposed to similar images.

Goat horns, bat wings, ox tail, hoof feet, beheading sword, flame whip...

The extremely distinctive image of the great devil appears in countless legends and stories, always appearing at the end of the story as the protagonist's last and strongest enemy.

But for Tyrell, this is the first enemy he has encountered since his birth that deserves his attention and all-out efforts.

The seriously injured Balor Balrog!

A spear, which was inconspicuous compared to its huge size, was inserted into its chest. It was this weapon that caused its weakness, but no matter how weak it was, it still possessed legendary power.

Tyrell's strongest combat forces, the adult red dragon Lauralis, the flying dragon king Raton, and the dragon-turned-ocean giant leader Otto, abandoned all gaps and led their subordinates to besiege this big beast. The devil still beat him extremely brutally.

The corpses of flying dragons covered the ground under the feet of Balor Balrog, and there were many broken bodies of giants among them. One of Lauralis's dragon wings was cut off, and only half of her tail was left. But because of this , and also stimulated the ferocity contained in the red dragon's bloodline.

Otto and Raton were not much better. Although they reported to Tyrell that the Balor Balrog had been seriously injured, the injuries were not left by them.

"Back off!"

Looking at the battlefield full of corpses in front of him, Di Ruier couldn't help but feel a twitch in his heart. This was all the wealth he had worked so hard to accumulate, and almost a third of it was lost in just one battle.

"This is the dragon that kept you waiting until now. I thought it was an ancient dragon, but it turned out to be a cub. It's ridiculous!"

The Balor Balrog, armed with a beheading sword in one hand and a flaming whip in the other, saw Tyrell appearing on the edge of the battlefield and immediately taunted him with disdain.

It also thought that an ancient dragon would come, but this is the result? Although this dragon is of good size, it can be seen at a glance that this dragon is not a legend. Although there is a golden dragon disguised as a human next to it, there is no threat to it at all.

Zheng~

Before Dirrell could respond, the Angel of Hope Sword in his hand let out a sword cry. This was the second time that she was so close to the battlefield. Although the battlefield was a bit low-end, the enemy was no surprise. Evil creature.

The dazzling sacred light burst out from the sword in Tyrell's hand, instantly dispelling the darkness that could not be illuminated by the underground magma. It was as if a sun had set on the underground battlefield.

The demons couldn't help but howl in agony. Thick green smoke rose from their bodies, and their bodies began to melt as if they were being burned by strong acid. Some of the weaker demons who were closer to Tiril were even evaporated directly.

kill!

The will to kill, which had been endured for countless thousands of years, was finally vented today. It was transmitted from the sword in his hand to Tyrell's mind, filled with excitement and joy, and a divine power poured into the dragon's body.

The giant dragon with a slender body and a well-proportioned body has holy light blooming in the gaps between its scales at this moment, and unparalleled sacred power fills his body.

The bronze dragon, which originally did not occupy any site advantage, directly transformed into a sacred dragon. Its powerful sacred power caused the surrounding demons to start to escape.

At this moment, Di Ruier was a little stunned by the sudden excitement of the artifact in his hand. However, he quickly reacted and began to try to control the sacred power in his body. He had never felt so powerful. He even felt that the power in front of him was so powerful. The head Balo Balrog is nothing more than that.

"Angel?"

Seeing Tyriel with the holy light blooming all over his body, the Balor Fire Demon not only had no fear, but even showed an excited and cruel twisted expression on its hideous and ugly face. It had participated in countless wars, and even killed angels. Pass.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A body that was taller than the giant leader moved its heavy hooves, shaking the underground battlefield, and rushed towards Tyrell against the tide of fleeing demons.

It waved the decapitating sword in its hand, and with one sword slashed a frenzied fighting demon running towards him, and trampled a beguiling demon into a mixture of flesh and bone. With the other hand, it waved a long flame. The whip broke the bodies of more than a dozen demons.

It walked and slashed all the way. When it encountered Tyrell, it had already killed nearly two hundred demons. In terms of the number of demons it had killed, it deserved to be at the top of the list.

However, this massive killing not only did not scare the demons, but instead gave the demons who were frightened away by the explosion of the Hope Sword a renewed courage. They turned around again and pounced on Tyrell and the legions he commanded.

"Whose god are you?"

Facing an opponent holding an artifact, Balor Balrog didn't know what fear was, even if there was a weapon in its chest that penetrated its heart, limiting its combat power.

"Forget it, no matter which dragon god you are, you are the most beautiful dragon I have ever seen. I will chop off your head and hang it in my palace. You will be my most prominent trophy. "

The Balor Flame Demon did not wait for Diril to answer, and continued talking on his own. The powerful evil aura had formed a field, completely covering Diril.

Any creature that is weaker than the Balor Fire Demon will face a double impact and test of its soul and will within the scope of the domain. Once it fails to hold on to its soul and becomes fearful, it will collapse instantly.

The fate of creatures that are afraid of demons is doomed, but this does not include Diril. As a dragon, his spirit and will are not disturbed by this kind of realm, not to mention that he now has the blessing and power of artifacts. shelter.

Although this divine weapon has repeatedly emphasized that it will not recognize him as its master, and its current cooperation is only to facilitate the fight against evil, Tyrell feels that the current initiative of this sword is no different from recognizing it as its master.

"Come here too."

The Balor Fire Demon didn't take Tiril seriously. It even looked at Su Hailun. When it saw the golden dragon, its eyes were full of greed and some kind of desire, and the flame whip in its hand also followed it. His will rolled towards Su Hailun.

Zheng~

The half-moon-shaped holy light slashed down, and the sword cut off the flaming whip that was like an evil python in the hands of Balor Balrog. At this time, Balor Balor realized something was wrong.

The artifact held by this dragon was too sharp. This was not the first time it saw an artifact, but it was the first time it faced an enemy holding an artifact. It misjudged the power of the artifact in the opponent's hand.

"die!"

The storm domain came, but Dirrell did not unfold it. Instead, he placed wind and thunder on his wings, allowing himself to burst out at extreme speed.

Elemental authority is of little use when fighting against great demons like the Balor Balrog, as it is immune to most spells.

Amidst the howling wind and leaping thunder, Tyrell clenched the archangel sword with white thunder in his hand, and struck at the Balor Balrog with a gesture that would make beginners of swordsmanship shake their heads.

The great demon, who had experienced countless battles, faced such an attack. Under instinctive warning, he began to retreat, trying to avoid it, but it was too late.

It raised its decapitating sword, trying to resist Tyrell's slash that contained extreme power and speed, but the moment the weapon in its hand came into contact with the opponent's sword, the rough blade burning with flames flew up.

There was a look of astonishment in the eyes of the Balor Fire Demon. It had never encountered such a thing, or in other words, the vast majority of the Balor Fire Demon would never encounter such a thing even if they died. When they became the Balor Fire Demon, The natural weapon given by the abyss was actually cut off.

Phew!

The angel sword shining with the holy light continued unabated, directly splitting the body of Balor Balor. Blood that was no different from magma spurted out. The shadow of death enveloped Balor Balor, and the big demon howled. Then, the last spell was cast.