Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"The last monarch!"

The young bronze dragon who finished the conversation with the golden dragon fell into deep thought. As his thoughts gradually wandered away, his control over the elements gradually loosened. His breath turned into wind and thunder, making clear thunderous crackling and whistling sounds in the quiet environment. .

The strange sound of elements exploding brought Dirrell back from his thoughts, and at this time he also made some determination and made a decision,

"Aslan brought the queen to see me. I should also prepare a wedding gift for him."

Without hesitating for too long, Tyrell flapped his wings and flew out of the castle and headed for the valley. Behind him, there were no gryphons and rocs following him. The giants did not think that this young bronze dragon was in the surrounding mountains. Wandering around can be dangerous.

Entering the temple and ascending the altar, this time it was only a few days apart. Naturally, there was no change. After all, there was no other living being besides him.

"I need something that can preserve my soul!"

The sea of ​​trees roared, and the light pillars soared into the sky. The ten light pillars turned into rivers, majestic and winding, and finally intertwined in front of Di Ruier, forming a sizable space-time vortex.

Tyrell looked at the space-time vortex that gradually turned into darkness in the center with some caution. He didn't know what he would come into contact with this time.

All he knew was that the existence that appeared in front of him must have what he needed, and what he was prepared to exchange for it was naturally the life source of the Star Caster obtained through the trade from the Silos civilization.

This kind of resource obtained from high-level beings is a hard currency no matter which realm of the void it is in.

Just for a moment, an evil aura so strong that it made the young dragon feel extremely uncomfortable even though they were separated by endless time and space came from the darkness.

"Look what I found?"

Two scarlet eyes lit up, like two pools of blood, with endless souls struggling in them, wailing in pain.

Tyrell soon saw clearly that the existence he communicated through the altar this time was a demon god standing on the lava ground.

That was the first thing that reminded Tyrell of the existence of the Abyss Demon, but even the highest-ranking Balor Fire Demon among the Abyss Demons was not as good as the Demon God in front of him.

Dozens of horns distributed symmetrically, like a crown, and like the huge horns of a war helmet, make this demon god full of endless majesty and terror.

Against the background of the mountains scattered on the lava land, this four-armed demon god has an unparalleled stalwart demon body. The armor-like bone protrusions on his body make him look even more ferocious and majestic.

The light of lava surging in his eyes, nose, mouth, chest and abdomen made him seem to contain a lava purgatory within his body, brewing destructive power capable of destroying the world.

"Dragon clan, I haven't seen you for a long time."

There was endless emotion in the demon god's words, like the scarlet demon eyes in a blood pool, looking at Diriel who was waiting with a bit of curiosity.

It was pure curiosity and did not contain any malice, but even so, Tyrell still felt a fear spreading in his body and mind.

Buzz~

More light pillars rose from the forest sea, turning into a winding river of light, entangling around Diriel's body, covering his dragon body, which was small compared to the demon god, with a layer of pale golden light.

It was at this moment that the fear that was spreading crazily in Tyrell's heart was expelled in an instant, and the young dragon, who had realized the problem, breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the reason why he is now willing to frequently seek communication with the Silos civilization, but is not willing to connect with other existences in the void.

No matter what needs he has, the Altar of the Void can connect him with existences that can meet his needs. However, the Altar of the Void does not care about the status of these existences and whether they are good or evil, and it is entirely up to him to communicate with them.

He has no idea. What kind of existence would the Void Altar connect him with, such as the fearful demon god in front of him who didn't seem to be a good thing at first sight?

The other party didn't even do anything. He almost couldn't bear it. If it weren't for the power of the altar to protect him, and if he himself had special characteristics, a normal young dragon without protection might have collapsed by now. They have all become the followers of the demon in front of them.

"interesting."

Seeing Tyrell transform into a light dragon and feeling the power contained in the pale golden light, the demon god withdrew his gaze, and the corners of his mouth that shone with scarlet light split open, as if a passage to the scarlet purgatory had been opened.

"This power is really unfamiliar, but now that you have been sent to me, what should I do? Xiaolong, tell me, what do you want to do when you come to me?"

"I want to make a deal with you."

Dirrell maintains due respect for powerful beings. This demon god is also an existence that can project power across time and space. Although there is a clear gap between World Tree and the silver-white giant god, it is obviously not something he can offend at the moment. exists and needs to be treated with caution.

"Trade? Hahaha, it's so interesting. I have forgotten how long it has been since I made a deal with a little guy like you, hahaha."

Hearing Dirrell's words, the Demon God was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing. Endless purple-red thunder fell in the dark sky above his head, and countless rivers of lava were shaken by his laughter. The cracks in the earth's cracks emerged.

The dead world where the Demon God lives is completely under the control of His will, and every move he makes deeply affects everything around him.

However, Tyrell did not have any dissatisfaction in the face of the demon god's wanton laughter. He just waited quietly until he had laughed enough and spoke again.

"Since it's a deal, what do you plan to exchange with me? Are you planning to offer your soul to me? I'm happy to accept your soul, but obviously you shouldn't be such a stupid guy."

“I trade it.”

Tyrell's eyes were steady and calm. He took out a transparent container with metal seals at both ends. He could clearly see the golden solution that seemed to be alive and constantly squirming.

"This is……"

The Demon God, who was laughing wildly, suddenly stopped and stared at the container in Di Ruier's claws. The previous contempt and disdain suddenly disappeared.

"What do you want to trade it with me for?"

"A container that can seal the soul, and ensure that after the container contains the soul, even if it faces attacks from beings like you, it can ensure that the soul inside is safe and sound."

Tyrell asked without hesitation.

"I do have the items you need, but I have no intention of trading them. It has extraordinary significance to me."