Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

The body of the Seraph Archangel, whose strength is comparable to that of a demigod, once repaired, will breed new spirituality and wisdom after the precipitation of time, and then evolve into a complete soul.

This can be regarded as an alternative kind of resurrection, but it will become another seraph, with traces of its predecessor, but it is completely different from the original one, and its core essence is different.

This is naturally a good thing for Tyrell. After all, if the resurrected angels still have their original memories and fight for the Blazing God and their faith that they were originally loyal to, then he will have a headache.

However, even the soul reborn by the resurrected Seraphim is like a blank sheet of paper and may not be directly loyal to him. The blood of the angel also contains huge information.

The souls that are born again will inevitably be affected by this information. They just repair the damage to the bodies of these angels. If they wait for them to revive, there is a high probability that their work will be in vain. When these angels revive, the most likely thing is to flap their wings and leave.

Tyrell would not sit back and watch this happen. The angel's body must be transformed, otherwise the reborn soul and the born consciousness would not obey him.

The Ring of Control is indeed a commendable artifact, but Dirrell himself has said that if all his powerful combat forces and the main army must be maintained by external objects, then what qualifications does he have? To be a king?

The greatest use of the Ring of Dominance should be to enslave those creatures who have outstanding talents or powerful power but are unwilling to succumb to him.

The twenty-seven living angel bodies in front of him had huge room for manipulation, and he could completely transform them with his own knowledge.

After the birth of these angelic bodies, the consciousness is innately close to him and then loyal to him, willing to fight for him.

The simplest and most direct way to achieve such an effect is, of course, to inject dragon blood into the bodies of some seraphs.

As long as these seraphs can fuse dragon blood, then the information carried in this body will also contain the inheritance of dragons. The consciousness born will naturally be close to dragons, especially the source of dragon blood. That is to say, Tyrell is the most dependent and can even obey.

However, the problem comes again. Angels are not low-level creatures. Every angel has divinity in them, especially these seraphs selected by the devil.

The true blood of Tyrell's ancestral dragon can easily infect ocean giants, not to mention creatures with lower life levels such as flying dragons and centaurs. Only the best and outstanding individuals among them can carry the dragon's blood. , and even then, there is a risk of collapse.

But the blood of the ancestral dragon has no advantage in facing these seraph archangels whose strength in life is comparable to that of demigods. It is difficult for the dragon blood to corrode the bodies of these seraphs, let alone form dragons on their bodies. class characteristics.

If there is no way to do this, then every resurrected Seraph will be a great hidden danger to Tyrell, rather than a powerful help.

"Need to complete another evolution!"

Tyrell looked up at the World Tree, and his eyes fell on the only green-skinned fruit that was growing. This was his greatest hope of achieving a bloodline promotion in a short period of time.

The effect of the Star God's blood still had a boosting effect on him, but compared to the effect he felt as an ordinary bronze dragon, it was less than one-third.

Tyrell clearly remembered that when he was an ordinary bronze dragon, he swallowed forty-eight standard units of Star God's blood, and when he evolved, he swallowed sixty units, for a total of one hundred and eight.

After his evolution was completed, he had swallowed more than 120 tubes of Star God's blood so far, but this only allowed him to maintain a growth rate that exceeded that of normal ancestral dragons, and to slowly accumulate blood. potential.

Tyrell roughly estimated that if he wanted to use Star God blood to complete bloodline evolution again, the amount he would need to consume might be more than ten times that of the first time.

If he completed his second evolution with the blood of the Star God, there would be a big question mark as to whether the blood of the Star God would still have any effect on him.

The life force of higher-level life forms promotes and guides lower-level life forms, but when the life levels of the two parties are close to each other, this effect will quickly decrease, and in the end it will even lead to confrontation and rejection.

The reason why Diriel's dragon blood cannot corrode the Seraphim is precisely because of this. As an ancestral dragon, his life level is close to that of the Seraphim, and there is a negligible difference in the bloodline between the two.

If he wants to transform the Seraphim into dragons and let them serve him after resuscitation, Diriel must promote his bloodline again, reaching the level of the first generation ancestors, which is at worst close to that of the original ancestors.

Relying on the blood of the Star God, Tyrell cannot evolve in a short time. It takes time to absorb it. If he absorbs too much at one time, he cannot hold on. The God King Fruit that the World Tree bears for him is the best choice.

An expedition to the world of Kalimdor is imperative.

This is a wait that requires patience. Tyrell does not know anything that is happening in the world of Kalimdor. He can only confirm through the life stone that the children who want to be the savior are still alive. Although as time goes by , their life status also began to have problems, and the light flickered uncertainly.

However, the light of the life stone representing Gwell is relatively the most stable, because before he set off, Tyrell returned to him two handed down weapons belonging to the Ansel royal family.

For Tyrell, these two heirloom weapons only have collection value and have no actual use value. Besides, he doesn't really intend to kill his friend's child.

With two handed down weapons that can only be used by the Ansel royal family, it is not difficult for Gwill to survive in a world where the highest combat power may only be the soul.

Sasha~

Time passed quietly as Dirrell concentrated on studying how to use the sacred bones of the Supreme Holy Angel. When the World Tree conveyed an unprecedented joy to him, Direal, as the king of the sacred tree, also Feel the connection of time and space established from the infinite distance.

"Successful, the speed is not bad!"

Standing in front of the golden six-winged divine bone that was not sinister and evil at all, but rather holy and majestic, Tyrell smiled from the bottom of his heart.

The purpose of the World Tree has been achieved at this moment. Its roots have penetrated into the world of Kalimdor. What is left is what he, the king of the sacred tree, should do - conquer the world and prevent the World Tree from being exposed.

"Can I open an interdimensional teleportation channel?"

Tyrell asked the delighted World Tree Will that this was the most important thing. If he couldn't teleport the legion, it would be useless even if he could use the World Tree to get there.

No matter how strong a dragon is, it can't sweep away the undead that are all over the world, and he is not the first ancestor.

Sasha~

World Tree answered in the affirmative, but it still expressed its difficulties to Tyrell.

It is just a seedling now. Although its roots have already penetrated and merged with the dying mother tree of life, making the branches of the mother tree rejuvenate, the anchoring force is too weak to open a constant space-time channel. , but the size of the channel takes time to expand, and the number that can be transmitted at the same time is very limited.

"It is enough to establish a channel. Can the channel be opened outside the demiplane?"

Tyrell made even more excessive demands and could not open a large passage, so the first batch sent there must be elites, and the elites in his hands are naturally his dependents, but even if they are dependents, he does not want to let the World Tree seedlings exposed.

Sasha~

World Tree gave a satisfactory answer to Tyrell. Within the range of its power radiation, time and space channels can be opened. In other words, Tyrell can even set up time and space channels above Alcatraz Island.

"Then what are you waiting for? Open the channel!"

Rumble——

Towering like a mountain, or in other words, above the castle that was built by hollowing out the most magnificent mountain on the island and then using magic to strengthen it, the elements began to stir and then boil.

The chaotic elements began to gradually become orderly under a powerful force. The endless power was attracted from afar and then brought under control. The space was distorted by the majestic torrent of elements that was constantly accumulating.

A huge vortex of elements was formed. At the core of the vortex, a little darkness emerged, and then expanded rapidly. When the darkness expanded to the extreme, light emerged.

A towering giant tree that was half withered and half in full bloom appeared in the darkness, and then the ground where this giant tree with sparse branches and leaves, and most of which showed traces of petrification, was rooted was revealed.

It can be seen that under the thick roots of the giant trees, tiny nymphs of humans have formed a fragile military formation to resist the endless black and gray tide, which is a sea of ​​death composed of countless dead bones.

Although this group of humans are like rocks on the seashore, able to withstand the erosion of the Sea of ​​Death, the comparison of the numbers between the two sides is enough for anyone who sees this scene to judge that sooner or later they will be swallowed by the Sea of ​​Death and become one of them. member.

"What's this?"

The sudden change, as well as the huge tree and the earth that appeared in the center of the elemental vortex, seemed to be hanging upside down, causing the dragons in the Dragon City to shake. Countless flying dragons rose into the sky, and even a red dragon poked its head out and opened it. The wings soar into the sky.

Farther away, at the Green Nest built by the green dragon and the Thunder Castle where the blue dragon brothers lived, there were also groups of dragons rising into the sky and gathering towards the Dragon City.

No five-color dragon was panicked or afraid of such a sudden change, because the bronze dragon, which was far more majestic and majestic than all dragons, had appeared under the whirlpool.

Woo——

The giants following the dragon had already blown the war horn, and the penetrating sound spread throughout the island. Then more giants blew the horns, spreading the sound of war to farther islands.

In just a short moment, the Sedellin Islands were enveloped in the sound of giant horns, followed by the roars and roars of monsters full of excitement and bloodthirsty.

"As expected of the World Tree!"

Looking at the familiar vortex of time and space floating in the sky above Dragon City, Di Ruier couldn't help but admire that the distance between time and space has been penetrated and broken. As long as you pass through this vortex, you can reach another world.

"Sure enough, just as I guessed, it has nothing but quantity."

The space-time channel that is gradually expanding at a slow speed has allowed Tyrell to see the corner of the world eroded by the undead.

Of course, the human army, which was struggling in the undead tide, also saw the space-time vortex floating above their heads, either majestic and sacred, or ferocious and ferocious powerful dragons. The demoralized soldiers suddenly burst into cheers. .

"it is finally over!"

At the forefront of the front line where human soldiers were struggling to support, a young man who was tall and strong, with perseverance in his eyes, and a soldier-like killing and iron-blooded temperament, waved a spear filled with thunder and fire in his hand and looked at the vortex of time and space above his head. There were also dragons reflected in it, who let out a long sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted off.

The fatigue and pain in his eyes emerged at this moment, and he recalled everything he had experienced since he came to this world.

The kingdom's resistance forces are scrutinizing, questioning their salvation plan, and there are idiots who are facing life and death, but still want to fight among themselves, and even have greed and murderous intentions towards them...

After two and a half years, experiencing many difficulties, and facing all kinds of dangers in front of him and behind him, he finally overcame all difficulties and saw the way home.

"Ma Yin, I will take you home!"

The young man gently touched the storage pendant on his chest, which contained his companions who were like brothers, as well as his lover whom he had ignored until the last moment and only confirmed the relationship.

Herod——

The sharp scream that has become the nightmare of countless human soldiers sounded. In the sea of ​​skeletons that could not be seen to the end, the dark knight with the scarlet light in the helmet's eyes was particularly conspicuous. The moment its figure appeared, the entire battle line was moved. Once there was a lag, most of the soldiers began to retreat instinctively.

Because in this undead tide, there are more than one high-level undead showing up, the dark knight who looks like a nightmare, the abomination that exudes a putrid smell, the wailing banshee that emits an unknown green light... The high-level undead with wisdom are no longer hidden. figure.

However, their appearance at this moment was not to destroy humanity's crumbling defense line, but to escape.

Low-level undead do not have any emotions, because they do not even have the most basic consciousness. Let alone wisdom, but once the undead are born, wisdom will be different.

Although their emotions are duller than those of living flesh-and-blood creatures, they know fear.

Although they were contaminated with the power of death, they did not want to fall into real death and become completely silent. Therefore, under the surprised eyes of the soldiers, these terrifying high-level undead actually began to retreat, leaving only the low-level ones without any wisdom. The sea of ​​skeletons.

However, the moment the space-time vortex was established, the fate of most of the undead was already doomed. After all, it was the dragons flying in the sky who were eyeing them.

Roar--

After thousands of years, the dragon clan's violent roar once again sounded on the land that was already full of death. Flames symbolizing destruction fell from the sky and directly ignited the ocean composed of skeletons.

"Oh oh oh——"

"What Her Royal Highness the Princess said is true, we are saved!"

"We survived."

Almost all the soldiers cheered for the bright red dragon shadow that continuously breathed flames to the earth and brought destruction to the undead. This was a situation that would never occur in other worlds.

"Don't kill them all, leave those undead knights to me."

Tyrell poked his head out from the whirlpool, and the bright light blooming from his golden scales brought different colors to the gray fog-filled sky, just like the sun.