Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"What are you doing?"

Tyrell raised his head and stared at the World Tree that had returned to calm. The branches and leaves rustled, conveying a vague idea.

"You haven't even figured out what it is, and you're going to go fishing? You're going to return to the Air Force!"

Sasha~

The idea that was transmitted again became a little aggrieved. Tyrell understood that the World Tree seedling did not want to do anything. It just pierced the air roots into the void and absorbed the turbulent flow of the void according to instinct. A group of good-quality energy flow happened to hit it. Gen followed his instinct and fished for it, but failed to catch it. He let it slip past, but it also diverted the direction of the energy flow.

"Be more careful next time."

After discovering that there were no problems, Dirrell didn't care anymore. There were too many high-quality energy flows traveling through the void. They were extremely violent and almost impossible to use. They were the biggest obstacle and danger to traveling through the void.

It is not surprising that the World Tree seedling can absorb and utilize the turbulence of the void, but it is still a seedling after all, and it is normal to be hit occasionally, but this time the movement is a little louder.

"Forget it, I'd better look for it once."

Tyrell finally made up his mind. The dragon's body turned slightly and disappeared directly into the demiplane of the World Tree. When his figure appeared again, it was on the steps of the pyramid in front of the Void Temple.

The stars are still as bright as ever, but now there is a sun emitting soft light above the pyramid, which contains enough terrifying energy to cleanse an entire small plane.

There are six small suns orbiting around this holy sun. Under the sacred light, you can see that there are six pieces of artifact equipment that can be combined into a set.

Zheng~

The sound of the sword sounded, and a gorgeous angel sword fell from the sky, hanging in front of Tyrell, conveying dissatisfaction.

"Go, go, stay here. There are so many wars. If you want to fight, you have to wait two hundred years."

Tyrell unceremoniously stretched out his dragon claw and pushed aside the archangel's sword that was blocking the way.

He has essentially brought the Cedeling Islands under his rule. Although within the scope of the archipelago, there are also Moonlight Island where elves breed, and the sea areas occupied by the old, weak, sick and disabled of the Naga Kingdom under the sea, they are not under his direct jurisdiction.

However, all the alchemy and magic pattern equipment produced by the elves are only exported to Tyrell's subordinates.

Similarly, the only objects that can be sold to the various primitive resources mined from the archipelago are the elves. They have established an unbreakable trade relationship and are indispensable to each other.

Once such a relationship lasts for more than two to three hundred years, the elves will in fact become the production department of Tirel's forces.

For short-lived species, it is too difficult to maintain such a relationship for a long time, but it is different for Tyrell. He has the patience to wait.

As for the Nagas, Tyrell has reached a peace agreement with them. The sea area they occupy is not that large, not even as large as the fishmen. To put it inappropriately, the Naga Kingdom just opened a kindergarten here.

Nagas who grow up here will be taught by Nagas who are disabled due to aging or injury and have reduced combat power but rich combat experience. When they have accumulated enough, they will leave.

The existence of Naga had almost no impact on the Sedelling Islands. Under such circumstances, Tyrell will not organize another war in the short term, and he has no target to attack.

Moreover, the main battle legion under his command also needs time to recover. The number of flying dragons and giants that fell after conquering Alcatraz five years ago is considered a strain for their respective tribes. Just five years is not enough to recover. , even the centaur, which grows faster, takes at least ten years.

Just because Tyrell is not stingy with his gift of true blood, the high-end combat power under his command is increasing year by year, forming a prosperous scene, but the number of vassal groups still needs time to recover.

Zheng~

The archangel's sword conveyed a feeling of resentment, but there was nothing she could do about it. Fortunately, the time she needed to wait was not long, and she could continue to wait.

Without the Sword of Hope blocking the way, Tyrell broke into the temple. Because the World Tree had been planted, the thick fog that originally shrouded the forest sea had dissipated a lot and turned into a light mist.

Although the vitality is still extremely strong, it is incomparable to before. When you come to the Void Altar, tree vines as thick as dragons and pythons are entangled and intertwined, and a shallow puddle slowly accumulates surrounded by these tree vines.

The fountain of life has not disappeared and dried up because of the departure of the world tree species. However, both its accumulation speed and its effectiveness are no longer at the same level as before.

However, Dirrell didn't care. The rooted World Tree can provide more powerful sap. The fountain of life in front of him still remains, which is an unexpected surprise. It is of little use, but it is better than nothing. .

"Reptile, why did you come to me so quickly? How far is your war going?"

As the time and space vortex opened, the figure of the demon god was revealed. This time, the demon god was not destroying the world, nor was he in the ruins of the world filled with lava and poisonous gas. Instead, he was in the midst of raging flames, and he didn't know whether it was Where.

"The first battle is over, and I am preparing for the next one. I just received a reward from my elders."

Tyrell was still talking nonsense. Even if this demon is powerful enough to shake time and space, there is no way to test the truth of what he says.

"Okay, very good, Xiaolong, what do you want? The Wrath of the Blazing God? I don't have many gadgets like this, but if you need them, I can get you a few, but the price..."

"I don't need it for the time being. The land swept away by this force has almost lost its value for conquest."

"Then what do you want from me?"

"The master of the Kingdom of Holy Light, the Supreme Holy Angel!"

Tyrell spoke, this was the result of his repeated thinking.

"He has been killed by me, otherwise his weapons and equipment would not have fallen into my hands. But you need the Supreme Holy Angel. I can attack the heaven now and capture one for you, but the price is probably not yours. Can bear it.”

The devil showed a malicious smile, as if the lava mouth leading to purgatory opened wide.

"I only want the master of the Kingdom of Holy Light."

Tyrell reiterated.

"After he died, I took his soul out of his sacred body with my own hands. His soul is the most delicious delicacy I have tasted in the past ten thousand years."

The demon suddenly became furious. Tyrell asked for the Supreme Holy Angel, so that he could attack the heaven. After all, there was not only one Supreme Holy Angel, but also the master of the Kingdom of Holy Light. He had swallowed it with his own mouth. No matter where he looked for it, resurrection would be impossible. .

"The soul was eaten by you, but what about his body? Was it also eaten by you?"

"I'm not interested in flesh and blood, what? You want his body?"

"Yes, I want the master of the Kingdom of Holy Light, the remains of the Supreme Holy Angel."

"Jiejie, Xiaolong, this is what you want. The body of a supreme holy angel, although it is not a living holy angel, is still expensive. Are you sure you can pay the corresponding price?"

"Before you determine whether I can pay, I also want to confirm whether you have the remains of the Supreme Holy Angel on your hands."

"I don't have a habit of collecting corpses, but if you need it, I can look for it. I still remember the location of the battlefield. Although it has been a while, the sacred body will not decay."

Although he didn't know what the little dragon on the other side of time and space wanted to do, he had already abandoned the angel's corpse, and it had no value. He could still exchange it for the blood of the Star God. This was a sure-profit deal.

Boom boom——

The Demon God waved his arms, and the time and space filled with flames and lava suddenly split open. A large crack in the void spread. The Demon God stepped into it, and Tyrell's perspective also moved with the Demon God.

The next moment, a dark scene filled with deathly silence, despair, and coldness, more terrifying than hell, appeared in front of Tyrell.

There is no distinction between the sky and the earth here. Broken mountain peaks, fractured canyons, desolate city ruins, turbid water... everything is suspended in the sky disorderly. This is a broken world battlefield.

On this broken battlefield, there are shriveled corpses covered in frost one after another. There are grotesque demon corpses with too many types to count. There are also corpses that should have been sacred and majestic, but now only the horrifying corpses are left. The shriveled remains of an angel.

At a glance, millions of broken corpses of angels and monsters were floating in the dark and silent battlefield of the world, and this was just a corner of the battlefield.

"Let me think about it, where did I catch that supreme holy angel?"

The Demon God broke the silence of the world battlefield, and the flames burning on his body also brought light to this place, but it made this place even more desperate.

The demon god who can return to the battlefield at will has already explained the outcome of this war. Countless angel corpses are lying on the battlefield, with no one to collect their bones.

"found it."

The Demon God stepped forward again, and the scene in front of Tyrell changed. Then, a terrifying scene that made him feel suffocated appeared in front of him.

It was a broken continent suspended in darkness, with traces of war burning everywhere on it, and the most terrifying thing was the corpses of angels covering the continent.

In countless worlds, these creatures represent the sacred, symbolize light, and possess divine nature. They have filled up the valleys and ravines of the broken continent, and even the mountains can only see the highest peaks.

This place is basically an angel graveyard. Tens of millions of angels fell here, covering the continent and filling up all the terrain.

"I really miss it!"

The demon looked at the angel burial place in front of him with a reminiscing tone,

"The Supreme Holy Angel is said to be the descendant of a certain Seraph God. He commands the angel army and continuously attacks the slave world controlled by me and a few other bastards, but he is too proud.

Therefore, I suppressed the other idiots and gave him all sixty-seven worlds, allowing him to slaughter our slave army as much as he wanted.

In the end, this little angel even thought that he had control of everything. This was this world, the last world that the little angel planned to conquer. When all the angels were ready to return to heaven with glory and victory, they were ready to greet the cheers.

I appeared in front of them with those other idiots who couldn't hold themselves back. Just when they thought they had everything under control and owned everything, I shattered their illusions and plunged them into their deepest fear. and in despair.

This large cemetery is my masterpiece at that time, what do you think? "

The Demon God told everything that happened at that time, with unconcealable pride and pride in his tone. He didn't care about the loss of dozens of worlds, let alone the slave army that was destroyed along with it.

He just wanted to see what interesting expressions the angels who were favored by Him would have when they discovered that all the victories they had achieved were nothing but illusions and a conspiracy to lure them into a trap.

"So, where is the body of the Supreme Holy Angel?"

Tyrell looked at the angel burial place that was full of sadness and despair and spoke calmly.

In this burial ground, the bodies of many angels are intact. They are still wearing golden armor without any scars, but the despair and fear remaining on their faces frozen by the frost have faded away. The silence told everything.

"I remember it right here."

Not getting the reaction he wanted from Tyrell, the Demon God suddenly felt bored. He stretched out his claws and waved forward. A river of lava flames surged through the void and landed on the angel's burial ground.

Countless angels were wiped out in ashes the moment they were touched by the flames. There were also angels with six wings on their backs, which bloomed with hazy sacred light to resist the intrusion of the demonic flames.

But when they faced the Demon God, they all fell like rain. How could they resist the Demon God with the power left behind after death?

Therefore, their light only lasted for a short time in the flames, then went out again, and then gradually turned into ashes in the burning of the flames.

In just a few breaths, millions of angels had their traces wiped away, but the Demon God still did not stop. He even set the entire continent on fire.

He used this method to find the remains of the Supreme Holy Angel who had been thrown to who knows where. Even though he had fallen and his soul was eaten by Him, the power left by the Holy Angel was enough to resist this level of flames.

In the blazing sea of ​​scarlet fire, countless double-winged and four-winged archangels disappeared, but there were also many six-winged archangels. Their flesh and blood melted in the flames, but there were skeletons left behind that glowed with pale golden light. This is The embodiment of their divinity.

"It turns out that here, I knew it. I remembered it correctly."

In the continent that gradually melted and evolved into a sea of ​​magma, the devil let out a terrifying laugh. A platinum skeleton emerged from the flames, blooming with a brilliance that was even brighter than the seraphs supported in the sea of ​​fire. .

"Xiaolong, we can talk about the deal between us."