Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"You actually dare to call me the righteous lackey of Paradise Mountain and the filthy mummy lord of the 753rd floor of the abyss. I will remember you!"

Looking at the Abyss Gate that gradually collapsed and disintegrated under the suppression of the World Tree, Tyrell squinted his eyes and stared at the mummy lord whose figure gradually dissipated behind the broken Abyss Gate.

Although it is extremely troublesome to kill the Lord of the Abyss who has been recognized by the Will of the Abyss, it is not impossible to kill him.

The simplest way is to smash the abyss level it rules, and then it will be like a god who has lost the kingdom of God, and will naturally be slaughtered by people.

The Great Lord of the Abyss is originally a degraded version of a god, with no godhead, no priesthood, and no believers. Only after conquering the entire abyss level and being recognized by the will of the abyss, can he acquire characteristics similar to those of the Kingdom of God, and can be resurrected indefinitely.

However, this is only theoretical. If a demon lord falls too many times, he will still be abandoned by the will of the abyss or replaced by other demons.

This is also a way to kill the demon lord and support another demon to replace it. The rebirth ability of the abyss lord will not be of any use after it is killed by another demon.

The will of the abyss will not favor the weak and the losers, it can be said to be a very realistic thing.

"Your Majesty Tyrell, we have saved the world again!"

An angel with a majestic mastiff head flapped his wings and landed in front of Tyrell's god. He held a huge sword in his hand and his body glowed with soft light.

This is a leader of the Mastiff-headed Akon Protoss from Heaven Mountain. He and his tribe are one of the supports that Heaven Mountain has promised to Tirel, and they obey Tirel's orders.

"So, it's time for you to set off to the next world. Now is not the time to rest."

Tyrell glanced at the Archon Protoss. Thanks to him being too close to Heaven Mountain, he now has a new title, which has begun to spread among the worlds, such as the Blade of Justice in Heaven Mountain.

But this is a private name for him who is in the same camp as Heaven Mountain. Camps that are hostile to Heaven Mountain, such as Abyss, Hell, or some neutral camp that does not have a good relationship, call him privately. As a lackey of Paradise Mountain.

Because some of the things Tyrell did were, in some respects, really like what a lackey should do. Heavenly Mountain gave him the coordinates of the world where he needed to carry out targeted strikes and rescues, and he immediately dispatched legions to carry out rescues.

But the problem is that he and Tiantang Mountain are in a win-win relationship. Tiantang Mountain only provides him with the world coordinates and support he needs, but other than that, Tiantang Mountain does not have any command power over him.

All actions are judged by Direal on his own, and all wars are decided by Direal. Even if he is unable to save the world and chooses to retreat, Paradise Mountain cannot blame Direal for this. Of course, so far, no one has This happens.

The specific relationship is clear to anyone who knows a little bit about it, but it cannot be resisted by those malicious or even hostile forces who use this to slander Tiril, which is disgusting.

Of course, Tyrell was not so generous as to not care at all. All he could do was to kill anyone who dared to chirp in front of him.

"This, my men and I need to repair for a while!"

Upon hearing the request made by Tyrell, the Archon Clan was stunned for a moment, and a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the furry mastiff head.

"Recuperate? Okay, you can go back to Heaven Mountain to recuperate now, and then bring me another army."

Tyrell's tone was full of cruelty, without any sympathy for the supporting troops.

"As you speak to me, there are innocent lives lost due to the invasion of demons. Every time you take a break, countless lives will be lost. Therefore, under my command, there is no rest. ”

Dirrell, who stood on the moral high ground, spoke with great power. Even the Archons, whose bodies were shrouded in holy light and had a halo of divinity behind their heads, felt ashamed in front of Dirrell. I was speechless and didn't know how to argue.

Because what he said is not wrong, but the problem is that even if they are called the Archon Protoss, they still need rest after a long battle. Even the diamond golems will collapse due to long-term operation, not to mention the hardness of their bodies. It's not as exaggerated as diamond.

"I'm going to organize the army now."

The Archon Protoss, whose big furry face was still filled with joy of victory, now became indifferent. He could not refuse the Dragon King's order and had no reason to resist.

But obeying such an order will undoubtedly push his brothers who are already quite exhausted mentally and mentally into the abyss of death.

"Have I not made it clear enough? You go back to Heaven Mountain to renovate, and then replace me with an army full of spirit and will. How can a tired army fight?"

Tyrell snorted coldly. It was not that he was unkind and refused to give the supporting troops a way to survive. However, if the supporting legions wanted to rest, they could go back and rest, and then give him the chance to fight. Under his command, all the legions were You have to fight anytime and anywhere.

"yes."

The Archon Protoss left with a frustrated expression, but Tyrell didn't care at all about this group of winged dog-headed angels, because these guys didn't quite fit his aesthetic taste.

After they left, Diriel enjoyed the harvest after the victory of the war. The World Tree connected this plane to the World Tree system, and its roots penetrated deeply into the sea of ​​the world's source power and merged with it.

Amid the roaring and shaking of the world, Diriel's body, which was already undulating like a towering mountain range, began to grow again.

"Attack the abyss!"

The length of the towering dragon body has exceeded 3,000 meters. Diriel, who has tried not to move in the material world, began to think about the original proposal given to him by the Metal Dragon God, to send a legion to conquer the abyss, tear the abyss layer, and use the power of the World Tree to devour the abyss to grow.

But Diriel knew the consequences of doing so very well, because there was already a demonstration, the Lord of Baator Hell, Asmodeus.

This powerful existence was also born in the abyss at first, but he abandoned the inherent chaotic nature of the abyss, and tore a part of the layer from the abyss, and then created Baator Hell dominated by order.

This action immediately led to a bloody battle that lasted for billions of years, with endless demons and devils fighting and losing their lives in the bloody battle.

From this, it can be seen that the will of the abyss is absolutely intolerant of the act of being torn apart. As long as the abyss is torn apart, it will face endless demon attacks.

Of course, this is not a terrible thing, because the chaotic nature of the devils will cause about 80% to 90% of the devils to fight each other and fall into internal consumption before they attack the enemy. At most, only 10% of the power can attack the right enemy.

It is for this reason that the Baator Hell, which occupies a much smaller level and number than the abyss, can survive under the endless demon attacks and continue to grow and develop to this day.

But the fact that hell can hold on does not mean that others can hold on. If you can't stop the endless demon attacks, don't dream of cutting the abyss.

"Once you start, you can't stop."

Di Ruier is still thinking, if the world tree can imitate hell and withstand the bloody battle-level demon army attack, then the growth rate will soar again, reaching a particularly terrible situation.

And he may also become a creator-like existence by this. By then, I am afraid that no one will secretly say that he is a righteous thug of Tiantang Mountain, but will say that Tiantang Mountain is his vassal and servant state.

As long as he is strong enough, the change of his status will only take one night.

The law of the jungle, this most fundamental law, is unchanged no matter where it is placed.

"Wait a little longer, don't be impatient."

Di Ruier still feels that his current savings are not enough, maybe he should go to that old devil and weigh his own strength.

Not only that, he can also imitate that old devil, with the power of the world tree, and confer several more gods to reach a level that can rival gods or epics.

Otherwise, he always goes down himself, which is too unstyled.

The order of the candidates for the conferment, that is naturally needless to say, the first choice is naturally his own blood relatives and legitimate sons, and then it is his partner and family.

"After all, I've become wealthy. I don't have to worry about pennies and live a stingy life anymore,"

After a hundred years of cooperation with Mount Heaven, Diriel counted the worlds where the World Tree is rooted. The number of small planes has exceeded 100, and there are seven medium-sized planes.

Although it is completely incomparable to the big world, the amount of source power that Diriel can control now is so much that even powerful gods will be jealous.

"Angreth!"

After becoming wealthy, Diriel first thought of his eldest son, the loyal Blood Angel. During the hundreds of years of war, the Blood Angel has proved his loyalty and character with his own abilities and actions.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Diriel is not an immortal existence, then the most suitable heir to the empire he established is this Angelth.

As for Diriel's two real descendants, Osiris and Kronos, although they have also grown up with the war, they are still a little behind Angelth.

The most important thing is that for dragons, they are still underage individuals, and their behavior is a little childish. They can handle some things in the small world, but they are not enough to take on major responsibilities.

"Father!"

The six-winged blood angel behind him knelt on the ground. The dragon horns on his forehead had faintly formed a crown, and the powerful divine light formed a golden circle behind him.

This is a legendary creature that has reached the extreme in all aspects, a veritable god. The power of faith wrapped around him is so strong that it can be said that it is second only to Di Ruier.

As long as he has a thought, he can ignite the divine fire, hold up the throne, and become an immortal god, but he has been suppressing it.

"It seems that you don't want to be a god who dominates judgment?"

Looking at this loyal but also very ambitious offspring in front of him, Di Ruier's eyes are inevitably full of playfulness.

With his relationship with the gods of Mount Heaven, he only needs to say a word, and his offspring can occupy some priesthoods that have the hope of being promoted to powerful gods.

But even so, this descendant had no intention of becoming a god. He tried hard to avoid the influence of the power of faith on him, and even every once in a while, he would separate a part of his quietly growing divinity.

"I just want to follow in my father's footsteps!"

The Blood Angel, who was kneeling on the ground, replied respectfully.

In addition to becoming a god, another key to the path to immortality lies in the supreme and eternal Divine Wood Dragon King. Only with his permission and approval can one have the opportunity to embark on this path.

This is a fact that all legends under the World Tree know.

"With your achievements, just a drop of source power is not enough to reward you."

Tyrell lowered his eyes slightly, staring at this being who was not his biological heir, but who was better than his biological heir.

"So, I give you a chance to choose."

"Father God please enlighten me."

"I will give you three sources of power. From now on, you no longer need to be called father. You can choose your own path and be completely free. I will no longer restrict you from doing anything."

"Father God, am I dissatisfied with you in any way? I can make up for it!"

Angeles said immediately.

"Don't panic, listen to me first."

Tyrell glanced at this heir. Hundreds of years could prove his loyalty, but the initial ignorance and simplicity had long since disappeared.

Kneeling in front of him was a demigod-level creature whose soul and will had reached the pinnacle of worldliness and whose thoughts were extremely complex.

"The second option is that I give you a drop of source power, but as compensation, you will gain part of the authority of the World Tree. From then on, you will be the Lord of Light and the God of Judgment of the World Tree."

"I choose the second path."

The moment Tyrell finished speaking, Angeles made his choice.

He still clearly distinguishes between a full meal and a full meal. After leaving the World Tree, where can he find a more convenient and faster way to obtain source power?

"Then, you can continue to call me father, and I will treat you as my son."

Tyrell stretched out the dragon's claw to Angeles, and then showed him a drop of source power contained in it. It was a drop of liquid that contained all the colors in the world, but seemed to be only pitch black.

As a demigod, Angeles had all his attention taken away from him at the first sight of the source of power, and he almost lost his mind.

"Is this the source of power?"

"You can still regret it now, and you can get more."