Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Idiot, this kind of bluff is worse than the lowest devil in hell!"

Facing this terrifying dracolich who led an army of undead that could destroy the kingdom, Tyrell showed contempt, raised his dragon claws and raised his middle finger.

Without waiting for Dracolich to react, he waved his claws, and the vortex of light hanging in front of Tyrell immediately collapsed with his will, and he unilaterally cut off this communication and connection.

"..."

In a dead world filled with bones, Dracolich, riding on a Behemoth skeleton war beast, looked at the space-time phantom that suddenly appeared in front of him and disappeared suddenly, feeling a little dazed.

A bone-white claw filled with various blessing rings stretched out from under the dracolich's robe, with four fingers together and the middle finger raised to make a gesture.

After a slight silence, Dracolich understood something. With a roar, the rolling death energy turned into a huge wave and spread out. The advancing undead army stopped because of Dracolich's anger, and even the ghosts flying in the sky stopped. The dragon and the dead bone bird also lowered themselves because of the dracolich's anger.

"How dare a little lizard reptile dare to humiliate me!"

The destructive gray-black aura rose up from the body of the dracolich. Although he did not understand it clearly, he could taste it. The meaning of humiliation and contempt represented by this gesture made him particularly angry.

The reason why he deigned to condescend to communicate with a small young dragon was mainly to delay time, and then use this opportunity to anchor the other person's world.

But the young dragon didn't give him a chance to delay at all. He just said a word, and the other party severed the time-space connection that was finally established. Even though he was extremely angry, there was nothing he could do to the other party.

"Damn reptile, I remember your dragon soul aura, don't let me meet you again, otherwise I will extract your soul and use the cruelest spell to turn you into a ghost dragon..."

The Dracolich was furious and incompetent, and in the temple, Tyrell looked with some surprise at the figure emerging from the reassembled time vortex.

It was a humanoid creature with indigo skin. Its size was inferior to that of Tyrell, who was still a young dragon. But for the dragon figures that suddenly appeared in front of him, this humanoid creature's His expression was so frightened that he had some stress reactions.

It's not that he yelled, or picked up some extremely low-lethal items in a posture of self-defense or attack, but that his life form changed.

His body size expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye. His indigo complexion hardened, and golden chitin shells appeared on his shoulders, chest, and arms and thighs. Two thick horns pierced out from his forehead. In the center of the forehead, the scarlet crystal blooms with energy fluctuations that even dragons are wary of.

In the blink of an eye, a seemingly non-threatening humanoid life completely lost its original weak posture and turned into an extremely aggressive humanoid monster with a dangerous aura all over its body.

"what are you?"

Gazing at the changes displayed in front of his eyes by this humanoid creature in distant time and space, Tyrell couldn't help but ask questions, but his eyes were fixed on the scarlet crystal inlaid on the forehead of this humanoid creature.

The dragon's identification talent allowed the young dragon to conclude that this crystal contained extremely amazing energy and was worth a lot of money. It was the source of such a complete change in the life form of the humanoid monster in front of him.

"I should be the one to ask you this question. A creature from another time and space, you violated the agreement of the stars. Without permission, you projected your power into the territory of Xieros civilization and invaded the first level of our civilization. Institute, you are declaring war on our civilization."

The voice of unknown creatures in foreign time and space echoed in his mind. It was not in any language, but it could be understood directly. The researcher whose life form had changed calmed down and responded in his own civilized language.

"Declaration of war?"

Squatting on the sacrificial altar, Tyrell understood the thoughts that the unknown humanoid creature wanted to express. He had never heard the language spoken by the other party, but he could understand that this was the insignificant effect of the sacrificial altar— —Can communicate with any intelligent being with independent self-will.

"Don't casually set up unknown enemies for your civilization. The reason why you can glimpse my existence is just because the thing I hold is what you need, and you may also have the toy I want in your hand. We exist Possibility of trade.”

Tyrell was calm and composed, not at all nervous because of the other party's warning.

The Xieros civilization and the existence of the other party were completely unfamiliar and unknown to him. Even his Dragon Clan inheritance had not even mentioned it at all.

This proves that from the creator of the dragon clan to the first generation of dragons, the ancestral dragons, and all the way to his generation, no dragon in the middle has ever come into contact with the other, so there is no trace left in the inheritance.

There are two possibilities. One is that the Silos civilization is too weak, and the dragons who have come into contact with it do not bother to record it in their inheritance.

The second type is that the other party is in an endless and distant unknown time and space, and there is no possibility of them coming into contact with the Dragon Clan, even though the Dragon Clan is a race that breeds in countless planes in the star world.

Compared to the former possibility, Di Ruier is more inclined to the latter possibility. The guy in front of him has nothing to do with being weak. According to the other party's words, he is engaged in clerical work such as research and undertakes a lot of work. None of them are combat professions.

If it is the second possibility, then there is nothing to worry about. You are in the void and your identity is given by yourself, so there is no need to be timid.

"trade?"

The humanoid creature has the word danger written all over its body, and its deep eyes are still full of vigilance.

"You think you can deceive me like this? Intruder!"

"Do you think you are worthy of my deception? In addition, don't say anything you don't know. Don't say it's you. Even your civilization is not a threat in my eyes.

I am just a young child, but I can reach your location across time and space. Even if you use the power of your civilization, can you find my location in turn? "

The young dragon's voice was flat. With his current body shape and appearance, he was not intimidating at all. To communicate with the guy in front of him, he could only rely on raising a banner. He didn't understand anything anyway.

"If that's what you said, then why do you want to trade with me? No matter what we are, we are not worth mentioning in your eyes. I am not qualified to trade with you."

"Don't belittle yourself. A group civilization like yours, with its occasional bursts of wisdom, can also create things that surprise me, and this is exactly the toy I need!"