Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

This is a desolate land that seems to have been forgotten by the gods. In the dim sky, the light shed by the sun is blurry and heavy, as if there is a thick layer of dust floating in the air, with only a faint light penetrating in front of it.

The air is filled with the smell of sand, and every breath must be exerted with all one's strength. The once fertile soil is full of cracks and criss-crosses, with yellow and sparse weeds dotting it. Occasionally, a gust of wind can only move tiny grains of sand. Dance.

On the dry river bed, rocks are exposed, and unknown bones and dead branches are scattered. What was once the source of life has now become a valley of death.

In the distance, the outline of abandoned buildings looms under the yellow sand in the sky. They are the remains of civilization.

This is a land where every inch of space is filled with despair and loneliness.

Even dragon descendants with dragon blood flowing through their bodies would find it difficult to survive in such a land, because the world is being destroyed, everything is going to perish, the earth is also losing its vitality, and everything is decaying.

Because the living environment was too harsh, at that time, in addition to throwing down a ball of dragon's blood, he also threw down a piece of World Tree roots. Unexpectedly, when he turned it on again, the piece of root he dropped had The beard has turned into the boundless forest sea in front of you.

Looking at the changes around them, the frightened dragonborn who had just felt sad for their fellow beings who had been hacked to death were suddenly overjoyed, and the negative emotions that had arisen just a short time ago were also thrown away.

"Please save us!"

Crackling~

The intoxicating breath of life immediately caused several dragonborns to ignore Diriel who had not yet left, and rushed forward, pulling out the young sprouts that had just grown, and stuffing them into their mouths.

Of course, what's more important is that with this eating look that's not much better than a ghoul, if he doesn't give a lot of warnings, the roots of the world tree he just threw over will probably be chewed alive by these guys. .

He remembered that when the altar connected him to the ruins of the world, all he saw was a group of survivors lingering on the ruins of the world.

The roots of the World Tree landed smoothly and took root in the soil. Endless flowers and plants grew out of the soil as the World Tree took root. There were even clear springs emerging from the cracks in the ground.

When everything has lost its meaning and is on the verge of collapse, there is nothing that cannot be given up. Therefore, Tyrell also gained a lot of benefits.

Bolts of lightning and thunder emerged from the void, chopping these impatient dragonborn into pieces.

However, because of the dragon blood given by Direal, this group of lucky people firmly held on to Direal's gift, and used the blood and bones of all invading enemies to water the roots of the world tree and make it grow. More lush.

After arranging all this, Tyrell broke off the contact again, and then impatiently urged the time and space altar to continue contacting those destroyed or already destroyed worlds for him.

Not long after, powerful high-level dragonmen descended from the sky on ferocious beasts and hurried over. When they saw the whirlpool of time and space, the manifested Diriel, no matter which world they were placed in, these were called The powerful dragon people quickly saluted Diril respectfully.

"It actually worked?!"

For the remnants of the ruined land where all resources are being exhausted, this is something they must seize at the cost of their own lives.

The Altar of the Void responded to Tyrell's needs, or in other words, it had been waiting for Tyrell to embark on this path. It couldn't wait to open time and space portals for Tyrell, allowing him to fall into despair. , communicating with many survivors struggling in the apocalypse.

"You are very good and qualified to go to my eternal kingdom, but before that, you must complete my test first."

Because they have to face the threat from the void alone. This is the test that living beings without the protection of world barriers must face after the world is shattered.

Tyrell knew that these dragon-men called the sacred tree grown from the roots he gave him the Tree of Origin, and he also gained the title of Dragon of Origin.

There is no misunderstanding arising from the connection of blood. Even these dragon people have never seen Direal after they were born, but this does not prevent them from treating Direal as soon as they see him. make out.

"this……"

Although their ancestors didn't show much respect when they first met Tyrell, but with experience and lessons learned, and having tasted the real sweetness, this time it was naturally different.

After all, these guys look very unreliable at first glance, but compared with these investments, the possible gains are very objective and worth a gamble.

Tyrell, who stepped down from the Void Altar, fell into thinking. Although he knew that he was immortal now, he had not yet developed the patience to adapt to it.

Although what he got was not as good as expected, he learned about the existence of the eternal realm and received the true blood given by the Dragon King.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the gift!"

Tyrell has better patience for this group of dilapidated survivors who are self-reliant and relying on what he has given them to rebuild prosperity on top of the ruins of the world.

The kneeling dragons looked at each other, but they still held up their chests and told the story of their ancestors with pride. After inheriting the dragon's blood, they relied on the roots of the World Tree to rebuild their homes on the ruins.

After all, in Carlos, the dragonborn who can stand in front of him are all first-class geniuses, and they will never be so unsightly. Not to mention that these guys still have dragon blood flowing from him. Although they are exceptionally Thin.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty, what is the test?"

Therefore, he will inevitably consider some ways to enhance his foundation in a short period of time.

Although Tyrell didn't pay much attention to rituals and didn't care about majesty, he couldn't be indifferent to being ignored to such an extent. This was a provocation to him and could be called an offense.

Tyrell didn't want to get too entangled with these guys, so he casually threw down a root from the World Tree.

"How miserable!"

But this is just the beginning. It is no exaggeration to say that protecting the roots of the world's trees from the survivors in the same world is the easiest war this dragon people have ever experienced.

Although the benefits are less, they add up to a lot. Moreover, the investment is completely negligible. If other Dragon King epics knew that there was such a simple and easy way to obtain source power, they would probably go crazy with jealousy.

"In a ruined world, although you can gain something with some patience, it is still too slow after all. In contrast, only by conquering a world with perfect rules can you gain greater benefits."

The manifestation of Diriel immediately attracted the guardians of this deep sea, which were dragon people whose bodies were covered with dragon scales. The dragon wings growing from their backs allowed them to fly freely in the forest sea.

"Feed it!"

Because there are legends or fables related to it, they have always been sung among the ethnic groups, and when this great being who gave hope to the ancestors who had fallen into despair and gave the source of the earth's recovery came again, , all the dragon people knelt on the ground.

However, in Di Ruier's view, if there is no strong external interference, I am afraid that this dragon tribe will not be able to escape the final outcome, because facing the challenge of the void alone, the highest combat power of this group is only the legendary dragons. It is too difficult for the human tribe, and this is not what they should face.

After terminating the connection with this world, Tyrell opened the previous time and space altar to connect him to the second ruins of the world.

It was a history of war full of blood and fire. The temptation of the World Tree was unparalleled. Even if it was just a root, it could create many resources that could satisfy survival.

As long as the roots of the World Tree can be allowed to grow smoothly for a period of time, the World Tree can rely on the gradually strengthening connection to break through the distance of time and space, and then pull this gradually decaying world over and annex it.

They had no choice at the beginning. In order to survive, they had to accept Diriel's dragon blood and transform all of them into dragons. Of course, they were also lucky.

But this time, what Tyrell felt was not disappointment, but surprise, because what he saw was not a lonely, dilapidated world of destruction, but greenery and infinite vitality.

"I hope these guys aren't too useless."

But these are all trivial details, nothing more than trivial matters.

They offered sacrifices to the ancient dragon ancestors and received a response. They got an oasis of life, and the inheritance of the race could finally be continued.

When the roots of the World Tree, full of vitality, passed through the vortex of time and space and fell into the barren land filled with yellow sand and gravel, everything began to spring, and immediately there were tender green grass buds, emerging from the dry land. grow out of it.

Seeing this group of dragon-borns acting so arrogantly, Dirrell couldn't help but sigh. It had to be said that his move was very risky.

But under such difficult circumstances, this dragon tribe, which has grown up step by step after accepting the gift of Diriel's dragon blood, has persisted to this day and is still growing.

As long as he is willing, he can easily transform an ethnic group, and the ethnic group in front of him that can survive in the void and still develop to a certain extent is worthy of his efforts.

After being promoted to Dragon King, most of the potential of dragon blood in Di Ruier's body has been tapped. Now, even if he just sprinkles a drop of blood at will, the effect is comparable to the true blood of the ancestral dragon.

But for Tyrell, who now has the status of Dragon King, the artifacts he recovered from the hands of these survivors. Most of them can basically only be used to enrich his treasure house, enrich his collection, or as rewards and graces for his subordinates.

Is there any sign of a broken world? Judging from the scene that emerges from the space-time vortex in front of us, most places in Kallos cannot compare to the prosperity here.

Only they themselves know how difficult it is to survive in the helpless void. Every minute and every second can be said to be fighting for their lives. If they can survive, they will live. If they can't, they will die. That's it.

There are actually quite a few small material realms controlled by his subordinates. Veronica, the Dragon Mother of Green City, contributed several to him, and the Naga Kingdom also provided him with one.

The strength of the clan will grow as a result, and there will be expectations for the future. Everything will be a little different after all.

After learning about the rise and struggle history of this dragon tribe, Tyrell once again asked them for help. However, this is a goal that can be pursued, which means that the conditions for achieving it are extremely difficult.

In such a world, even if you could chew rocks or eat tree roots, you wouldn't be able to survive, because the vitality in them has disappeared, and eating them is useless.

As the saying goes, only by casting a wide net can you catch more fish. Even if the benefits in this shattered world are not big, the important thing is stability and the accumulation of small amounts makes more.

Sensing the world that the altar had reconnected for him, Tyrell looked at the dragonborn in front of him with a meager amount of dragon blood flowing in their bodies, and couldn't help but sigh.

"I want to hear your story."

Because although Di Ruier has a purpose, it does not conflict with helping them, but can achieve mutual benefit and win-win, so they are lucky.

As for now, Di Ruier will continue to subsidize them so that they can continue to persist in the void. As long as they persist long enough and make this section of the world tree roots connect with the body of the world tree, they can achieve transcendence and ascend with the whole clan.

Looking at this group of crying dragons, Di Ruier's emotions did not fluctuate too much, and even a kind of boredom and disdain quietly emerged.

Unfortunately, there are always only a few people who can choose, and more people can only be forced to go with the flow, and this group of dragon people is the same.

For him, this can be said to be low investment and high return, and this so-called low investment can sometimes get rewards and feedback on the spot. After all, there will be artifacts in the destroyed world.

"Your Majesty the Dragon God of Origin!"

In just a blink of an eye, the sacrificial place of this group of dragons turned into an oasis that is difficult to find in this world that is gradually heading towards extinction.

The eyes of the dragons are full of longing and hope.

"We just want to survive."

"Don't worry, I will give you a new source of power, and your tribe will become stronger because of it."

Feeling that weak connection, Di Ruier also had infinite joy in his heart.

Not only do they have to face the disasters from the void, but also the inexplicable invasion and attack of creatures. There is no rule and no sign. Every time they can only grit their teeth and hold on.

When they heard the request made by Di Ruier, the group of dragon people were stunned.

"Hold on for five hundred years, or let the origin tree I give you grow to a height of three hundred meters."

Di Ruier treated everyone equally. A ball of dragon blood and a piece of world tree roots were the gifts he could give.

If he was willing to search, he could also obtain more small material world coordinates, each of which corresponded to a world.

But these were meaningless, because the gods blocked him and he couldn't break through now, but the gods couldn't cut off the connection between those worlds that had been rooted in the world tree.