Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"This is not our first transaction, so don't waste time by talking about it. For one thousand, this supreme holy angel will be yours."

As expected by Dirrell, after he expressed his demand, the Demon God opened his mouth wildly, but it was much restrained compared to the previous asking price, but Dirrell still refused. The appearance of this supreme holy angel is comparable to He imagined too much misery.

"You are the most greedy demon god I have ever seen. Do you want to take a look at the so-called Supreme Holy Angel in your hand? What is left now? There is only a skeleton, and you actually dare to ask me for a thousand standard units of Star God. Blood."

"Xiaolong, you are too impatient. Maybe you should listen to me tell you about the origin of this holy angel. His father is the noble God of Blazing Sky in the heaven. His body contains the immortal divinity from God of Blazing Sky."

"That doesn't change the fact that he only has a skeleton left now. What did you do to him in the first place?"

Dirrell looked at the platinum skeleton of the Holy Angel captured by the Demon God. It was indeed the radiance of divinity. Even under the claws of the Demon God, the holy light was still trying its best to resist, and even tried to annihilate the Demon God's power.

But such a sacred light cannot cover up the dense cracks in the skeleton. These cracks are all over every bone, and many bones are broken and damaged. It is only the power of the same source that brings them together.

"I just wanted to make his soul more delicious, so I burned his body with flames and played some little games with him."

Because he never thought that he would use the remains of the Holy Angel again, the Demon God was a little embarrassed at the moment. He did it without any scruples at the beginning, so that the Holy Angel now only has a pair of withered bones, and his appearance is quite miserable. Now this Xiaolong seemed a little reluctant to buy it.

"Okay, as long as you give me five hundred."

"Five hundred? Fifty is too much for me. You have turned me into this state. How much of the so-called divinity is left now? If it is so precious, why don't you take it away and keep it instead of treating it like garbage? Same, throw it here?"

Tyrell sneered.

"I said, I don't have a hobby of collecting corpses, I only love souls."

"That's it for this transaction!"

Dirrell felt lazy and seemed to have no intention of continuing the transaction.

"Xiao Long, don't hide it anymore. I know you want to use the Kingdom of Holy Light, so you must need these bones, but the damage I did was really too serious. The remains of these Seraph Archangels are all used as gifts and compensation. How about giving it to you together?"

The Demon God was not fooled by Di Ruil's little tricks. He had already grasped Di Ruil's needs, but he was also demanding a sky-high price. He estimated that he would not be able to squeeze much benefit from this little dragon, so it was not too much.

"Bonus? What do I need these angel corpses for?"

"This is something you need to solve yourself. You must have a way, otherwise you would not ask me for the remains of this Holy High Holy Angel."

"One hundred, this is my highest bid."

Tyrell did not deny it, but made an offer. At the same time, he placed a series of transparent metal containers in front of him.

"Too little, four hundred."

"Are you kidding? Do you think such a skeleton is worth more than the Kingdom of Holy Light?

If the body of this supreme holy angel only loses its soul, I don't mind getting more, but now it's just a damaged skeleton, and I won't be able to use it in a short time. If you don't agree, then so be it. Next time Trade again when opportunity arises. "

"One hundred is too little. If you add more, can I give you some more angel corpses?"

"Do I look like the King of the Undead who enslaves the undead? What's the use of having so many corpses? Besides, to you, what's the difference between these angel corpses and garbage?"

The corpse of an angel that is still active and even has the instinct of self-defense is certainly very attractive and tempting to Tyrell, but there is no need to express this need in front of the devil.

He had needs, but the angel's body was worthless to the demon god. If he made a request directly to the demon god, the demon god would probably be stunned for a while.

Even so, this guy used the flames to burn out the remains of the Supreme Holy Angel with the attitude of rummaging through the trash.

"These are archangels!"

The Demon God still tried to emphasize the value of these time and space trading items, but his behavior of burning the Angel's Burial Ground with flames already showed that he did not care about this at all.

"Fifty or one hundred I think is a bit too much and not worth it."

Tyrell began to put away the metal containers in front of him.

"One hundred for one hundred, deal!"

"Put your fire away, don't burn my Archangel."

Tyrell looked at the remains of the archangels who were still struggling in the demon's flames, resisting their own destiny of destruction, and immediately demanded that the ownership of these angel corpses now belonged to him.

"Didn't you say that corpses are of no use to you?"

"I am not the King of the Undead, but I know an Undead King."

In Tyrell's mind, a Dracolich with various buff rings on its hands emerged. Judging from the scale of the undead army it controlled, there was no problem in calling it the King of the Undead.

Although the lich claimed that he wanted to extract his soul, and the relationship between the two parties was not friendly, he said that there was nothing wrong with knowing him, and Tyrell also wanted to take a look at his treasure house.

"What can you get from him in exchange?"

"It has nothing to do with you. You can't exchange it for Star God blood anyway. This is a specialty of our tribe."

Tyrell no longer wanted to continue communicating with this demon.

"reptile!"

The transaction was successfully completed, and the Demon God absorbed all the Star God's blood manifested in his claws. In front of Diriel, there were twenty-eight angel corpses, including one with only bones left and full of broken bones. There are traces of the skeleton of the Supreme Holy Angel, and there are twenty-seven relatively complete, but mostly miserable corpses of the Seraphim.

"Do you need a living angel?"

"No need now."

Tyrell was impatient.

"In other words, you will have needs in the future? Haha, I can prepare in advance."

"What are you going to do to prepare?"

"Nothing to do with you."

Tyrell twitched the corner of his mouth and immediately ended the deal with this demon.

Then, he looked at the angel corpses in front of him, pondered for a moment, collected the other twenty-seven archangel corpses, and flew out of the temple with the holy angel corpses without flesh and blood, leaving only broken skeletons.

Buzz~

The moment the familiar aura appeared, the six artifacts orbiting the Holy Light Sun suddenly rioted. They crossed paths of light and gathered in front of Tyrell in an instant.

Afterwards, all six artifacts stood still in the air, motionless, and the atmosphere of sadness and desolation filled the air. Without saying a word, Di Ruier put down the skeleton of the holy angel and left the floating land in the void directly.

The moment he returned to the demiplane of the World Tree, waves of strong buzzing and vibrations came. Tyriel took out a bright white communication crystal for some reason. After connecting the spell signal, a cool and gentle mature voice suddenly sounded,

"What did you do? Why did you just answer my call now?"

"Of course I have something to do. What's the matter?"

The questioning and accusing tone immediately made Tyrell frown, and he didn't have a good tone.

"Half an hour ago, I detected the trajectory of interdimensional teleportation."

"Are there guests from another world? Is it related to us?"

Tyrell realized something was wrong, but still remained calm. Cross-dimensional teleportation spells were nothing. A qualified legendary mage could master them, and even the planeswalker profession was derived.

“Originally it had nothing to do with us, but the moment these guests entered the world, due to unknown interference, their transmission trajectories were strangely deflected. They should have landed in other parts of the world, but now they landed in our archipelago. "

"..."

Di Rui was silent for a moment. If the time was correct, then he thought, he knew what the unknown interference was. World Tree Seedlings have an unshirkable responsibility for this.

"Where did it fall? Also, is the guest from another world one person or a group?"

"This is a question I need to ask you. You are the Lord Sedellin."

"Does this count as acknowledging my dominance over this sea area?"

"So what if you don't admit it? How can I deny your dominance?"

Rosalind Elf King's tone contained a hint of helplessness. If her people were a little more progressive, they would not let the dragons rule the islands.

"So is your Moonlight Island also under my rule?"

"Instead of wasting time here asking me these boring questions, it's better to fulfill your duties as a high lord. You'd better pray that this is just a group of plane travelers on a sightseeing trip, not something else! "

Rosalind replied in a cold tone.

"What's the worst that could happen?"

Tyrell had to admit that this was a blind spot in his knowledge. None of the books he had read introduced who would be among the visitors from another world, and what were their purposes and intentions?

"The worst possibility is, of course, a precursor to a doomsday disaster."

"Doomsday disaster?"

Tyrell looked strange, thinking of the young man who made a wish to be a hero who would save the world.

"This is the lowest probability, but it is also the most desperate possibility, so I suggest you deal with it as soon as possible and figure out the purpose of those guests from another world."

"You would rather spend so much time rushing me than go out in person."

"You are the great lord, not me."

"Tsk!"

The elf's attitude undoubtedly gave Tyrell reassurance that it was obviously not a big problem. If it was really a sign of the end of the world, the elf king should be prepared to lead the entire clan to teleport away.

Just when Tyrell was communicating with the Elf King, the visitors from another world who were suspected by the local lord and might bring doom to the world were struggling under the siege of fish-men.

The endless tide of murlocs consumes their little physical strength and mana. Although each of their attacks can easily kill a large number of murlocs, the fallen murlocs will soon be trampled by the murlocs coming up from behind. .

Looking around, the surrounding sea surface is full of green scales that reflect the cold light. It seems that endless fish-men, urged by a will, are constantly pouring out of the sea surface and pounce on the uninvited guests who suddenly descend on their territory. They are bound to kill them. Drag it into the sea and present it to some distinguished Malanti people.

"Damn it, why are there so many murlocs here? What are the surrounding lords and city-states doing? They actually allow this kind of monster to multiply."

A warrior wearing heavy armor, holding a two-handed sword, was chopping up the murlocs just like chopping melons and vegetables. The murlocs fell in pieces, but they came up again in groups, soft under their feet. The sand made the soldier even more irritable.

"Stop complaining. We are unlucky and have landed in a deserted sea, perhaps in the territory of a fishman kingdom."

An old spellcaster with white hair hanging down to his chest, while using various spells to maintain the front line, he also released various reconnaissance spells to detect the surrounding environment and determine the escape route. It is stupid to entangle with the fish-men.

"A kingdom of fishmen? Can such a monster still establish a kingdom?"

Hearing the spellcaster's words, the melee professionals who were resisting the murlocs looked surprised, showing that their world view was impacted.

"Don't underestimate this kind of monster. The elements of our world are becoming more and more lazy, so that the intelligence of this kind of monster has dropped a lot, so it looks stupid. But in other worlds, they are also intelligent species, but I heard that the dragon family does not deny."

"Dragon clan? Will there be a real dragon here?"

An extremely young-looking warrior perked up.

"Judging from the number of these fishmen, it's obvious."

The caster still remained calm, but his mood was extremely excited and excited. The spiritual sea that had been dormant for a long time was now active, and the elements he could communicate with and sensed were even more active. Every spell he released made him feel more relaxed.

"There must be a dragon here."

"In other words, we have a chance to become glorious dragon slayers?"

The heavily armored dwarf holding the war hammer was extremely excited. Although he was not a spellcaster, he could also feel the changes in the environment.

The most important thing is that although the air here is filled with a lingering fishy smell due to the existence of those ugly fishmen, it is much better than the ubiquitous rotten and dead smell in their world.

"Don't talk nonsense. The last record about the dragon clan in our world was 1,300 years ago, and it was related to your dwarves. Don't you know? That red dragon caused the destruction of your mountain kingdom, and the remaining dwarves were divided. Transform into seven clans, one of which has your ancestors."

The old caster's expression changed and he yelled sternly. He found traces of dragons. According to descriptions in ancient books, dragons are advanced and extraordinary intelligent creatures that can communicate. Moreover, dragons are more arrogant than elves. If they anger them, they will face destruction. .

"We come here not to become dragon slayers, but to find new hope. This is not our original world, and I can feel that the elements here are very active.

Extraordinary ethnic groups that have become extinct or disappeared in our world may still be active and dominant here.

I hope you can be careful with your words and deeds and not offend them. Some of them can lend a helping hand to us and save our world from the undead. "

A clear and childish voice sounded. It was a girl who was firmly protected by everyone. No fishman could approach her, and the girl did not need to do anything.

After all, everyone knew that they were able to come here only because of this noble Highness.