Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

Tyrell was sleeping under the World Tree, breathing in and out torrents of elements with a strange rhythm. The light emitted from his body flickered with the rhythm of his breathing. His dragon body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a peculiar pattern. Shrinking, seems to be making some kind of adjustment.

The biological tissue structure in his body becomes more and more mysterious and complex. The crystallization of the internal structure is transmitted from the head to the whole body, affecting the nervous system, respiratory system, digestive system, etc., until the organs, blood, bones, muscles, and scales are all distributed. Bring out the brilliant and colorful elements.

When Dirrell's dragon body evolved to a higher level of life form, his consciousness and thinking also swam in the vast river of blood. The guidance given to him by the Dragon God was still the way forward for him. A light, a beacon in the darkness.

Especially the bronze dragon ancestor whose huge body alone is enough to cause a catastrophe in the small material world, and the dragon god's body coiled above the galaxy. For him at this time, it is the direction of the evolution of the dragon body. .

As Di Ruier once again reached the end of the long river of blood, he saw the dragon god's majestic platinum dragon body. He was silent for a long time, maybe for a moment, or maybe for thousands of years. This line was composed of tens of millions of bronze dragons. The long river of blood gradually faded away.

At this moment, Di Ruier had vaguely sensed the changes in his body. He could even realize that he had unknowingly crossed the realm barrier that troubled countless living beings and stepped onto a new level. However, just when he thought everything was over. It's already over.

A sea of ​​chaos whose color was hard to describe, but seemed to contain everything suddenly appeared in front of him. Tyrell looked at this boundless, endless ocean with some confusion. It was chaotic and disorderly, but it had the possibility of giving birth to everything. .

Looking at the chaotic ocean in front of him, Tyrell felt instinctively disgusted, but also inexplicably looked forward to it. Under his gaze, a green-gold brilliance shone in the dark chaos.

The chaotic sea of ​​chaos was torn apart. A seedling took root in the chaos, stretched its branches, and absorbed the power of chaos to grow. Under its shroud, chaos transformed from disorder to order.

However, this process was unusually long, but Di Ruier had the patience to wait. He knew what he was seeing now. This was a precious inheritance. Even the gods, I am afraid not many could witness this scene. .

He watched quietly as this sacred tree grew in chaos. Under its increasingly large rhizome, islands condensed at some point, and then evolved into land.

The crown of lush branches and leaves gradually became filled with fruits as the sacred tree grew. As the fruits turned red, the roar of monsters came from the chaos.

When the monster's huge figure emerged from the chaos, this sacred tree that had grown to a large size gently swayed. Hundreds of thousands of green-to-red fruits hanging in the crown of the tree, ten of them Eighty-nine of them withered immediately, but the remaining fruits matured rapidly in a very short period of time.

As a result, the first group of gods born from this sacred tree rooted in chaos were born from the ripened fruits. They bravely and fearlessly faced the evil beasts that came out of chaos and wanted to corrode the mother tree.

At the cost of huge casualties, the first-generation protoss won their first victory. The corpses of the protoss killed in battle and the slain evil beasts were buried together under the roots of the sacred tree, which became the nourishment for the growth of the sacred tree.

As the sacred tree grows, more and more creatures wandering in the chaos notice its existence, and their coveted eyes come from all directions. The surviving gods can only pick up weapons again and continue to devote themselves to the battle to defend the mother tree. .

In the land of order supported by the sacred tree, this was an extremely primitive and difficult wilderness era. The evil beasts of chaos that coveted it had injured its trunk several times, but the children it gave birth to sacrificed their lives. blocked.

The number of the first-generation protoss gradually decreased due to endless battles, but those who survived became increasingly powerful. Their thinking, wisdom, and emotions gradually changed as time went by.

They will feel confused and afraid of the future, and they will also feel despair because of the strength of the enemy, but no one has thought about betraying or escaping.

However, the hard work of the first generation of gods finally ushered in a turning point, because under the persistence of the first generation of gods, the World Tree soon gave birth to a second batch of fruits. With their protection, this batch of fruits did not decrease. Instead, they all matured, and out of them came a creature that was far more powerful than when the first generation was born.

However, the first-generation protoss, who had grown up in the endless invasion of Chaos, easily controlled the second-generation protoss with their honed strength and wisdom.

It was during this period that the first god king appeared. He signed a contract with the sacred tree, gained more power, and swore an oath with his life to protect the growth of the sacred tree.

Under his leadership, the gods united and fought against the seemingly endless number of monsters that were constantly attacking.

The war between Order and Chaos continues. For the sacred tree rooted in Chaos, the most difficult period has passed. It continues to expand its territory at a stable speed.

The land of order it opened up also has a complete material cycle, with mountains, plains, rivers, lakes, canyons, hills... The arrival of a prosperous era has begun to take shape.

With the birth of the third generation of gods, the rules of the land of order opened up by the sacred tree were initially perfected, because along with the birth of the third batch of gods, there were also the sun, moon and stars.

The sun and moon rotate, the day and night cycle, the four seasons alternate, life and death become easier, a world is formed under the support of the sacred tree, chaos can no longer invade, the gods no longer need to pick up weapons and fight frequently, they can put down their weapons and go Enjoy a rare moment of peace and quiet.

That is to say, when the World Tree matured and created complete world rules, the era of the first God King's rule was coming to an end.

This god-king, who was able to convince the vast majority of the gods during the war and was willing to follow his footsteps and charge against the invaders, became incompatible with everything after the arrival of peace.

The tenacity, cunning, cruelty and violence developed in the long war, when there was nowhere to vent, spread to his brothers and sisters. As time went by, more and more gods began to resent this god king. .

But the power given to the God King by the World Tree is difficult for most of the gods to resist. But apart from the power, all the gods have the same meaning to the World Tree.

Therefore, under the resentment and hatred of the vast majority of the gods, World Tree gave birth to a weapon that could cut off the contract.

The war against the first generation of god kings also began with the emergence of this weapon. Countless gods died as a result, and the sky and earth that were beginning to take shape were dyed red by the blood shed by the gods.

In this huge civil war, the first-generation God-King was pushed off the throne, the contract between him and the Divine Tree was severed, and the second-generation God-King was born.

The birth of the second generation God King meant the end of this civil war. Unfortunately, the second generation God King's rule was not stable because the fate of the first generation God King made him particularly sensitive and suspicious.

He raised a large number of ferocious birds and beasts other than the Gods, and asked these minions to collect for him divine weapons and weapons born around the world, and hoard them in his own treasure house. The end of the first generation of God Kings left him with lingering fears.

Therefore, the second-generation God King was particularly afraid that the contract between himself and the divine tree would be severed by another god holding a divine weapon. However, the more he acted like this, the more dissatisfaction and resentment he caused.

Finally, the second divine civil war broke out, still for the purpose of overthrowing the divine king. This war ended with the fall of the second-generation divine king. He ended his life as a new generation of divine beings conceived by two third-generation divines, and this The new generation of gods also became the third generation of god kings.

After this young god-king came to power, he learned the lessons of the previous two god-kings. He was able to treat every god with a peaceful and friendly attitude and listen carefully to their opinions.

However, this god-king also showed another side of him, which was iron-blooded and war-like. After consolidating his position, he formed an army composed of many demigods and giant beasts with the core of the original god race.

His military front was not directed at any existence or force in the land of order under the World Tree, but was directed at the chaos outside of order.

He was the first God-King to step out of the confines of the World Tree and invade Chaos. His actions were praised by the World Tree. When he returned with the hunt, he was commended by the World Tree.

The third generation of God-Kings, who received the support and encouragement of World Tree, began to intensify his efforts. He organized expeditions against Chaos again and again.

The number of the original protoss was greatly depleted in the endless expeditions, and was replaced by the protoss bred by three generations of protoss.

The third generation of God-Kings is not always victorious. No matter what kind of existence they are, they may encounter them in chaos. This warlike God-King soon ushered in his defeat.

Just a failure is nothing. The World Tree can support such losses. However, the third generation of God King is full of unwillingness. He still never forgets the enemies in the chaos.

As a result, he ushered in his second defeat, and then came his third... Needless to say, the fate of this God King. His successive defeats caused him to lose the favor and favor of the World Tree, and He himself also died in the chaos in the last war, with no bones left.

Dirrell watched all this quietly, waiting for the emergence of the fourth generation of god kings. However, before he saw this chaotic sacred tree elect its fourth god king, he felt that his conscious mind was being manipulated. Pull away.

"Gan, wait a minute, let me watch for a while!"

From the perspective of an observer, Tyrell, who had watched a sacred tree grow in chaos for millions of years, reacted. He broke away from his original indifferent state and had extremely obvious mood swings. He wanted to struggle and resist. .

However, his consciousness returned uncontrollably to his dragon body, and a familiar yet unfamiliar sense of powerful power surged into his heart, but this could not fill the feeling of loss and regret in Tyrell's heart.

"Can't you just let me watch for a while? Let me learn from my experience!"

Tyrell, who had turned into a behemoth with a length of thirty-nine meters, officially became a giant creature, looked up at the World Tree, with a look of dissatisfaction in his dragon eyes that had turned into pale gold.

Sasha~

The World Tree rustled in response to Tyrell's dissatisfaction.

It’s not that I won’t show them, it’s that there are only so many.

"In this case, there is nothing we can do!"

Di Ruier actually had a vague premonition that the World Tree rooted in chaos had just evolved complete world rules. As a result, he encountered several generations of sacred tree kings, and each one competed with each other. The final outcome may not be too bad. good.

In that chaotic sea, there shouldn't be too many people coveting its existence. Once its power weakens, there's no telling how many evil beasts will pounce on it to eat it.

"But where is this place?"

The revived consciousness gradually took control of the dragon's body. Tyrell raised his head and looked around. Everything around him felt strange, because what he saw were all colorful elements. Most of the matter dissipated, leaving only the world. A small piece under the tree.

Rustle~

The World Tree answered Dirrell's doubts. Everything was for his sleeping transformation, which made Dirrell feel a little embarrassed with some thoughts and thoughts.

"How long will it take to get back to normal?"

Tyrell asked again.

Rustle~

"Ten years? Well, for you, it is indeed a short time, not a long time."

Tyrell shook his head, then focused his attention on himself, and began to examine the results of this sleeping transformation.

There is no doubt about his power level. He broke down the barrier and is now a legend. However, this is not a place where legendary power can be released at will. The World Tree is extremely fragile.

Tyrell examined the changes in his life form and entered adolescence. The remaining characteristics of a youngster on his body completely disappeared. Apart from his outstanding and outrageous body shape, the only thing that related his appearance to the Bronze Dragon Clan was probably the golden scales on his back. The cyan color on the edge is almost ignored.

The appearance is not much different from that of the ancestor dragon, that is, the body shape is closer to that of an adult dragon, and the proportions of the head, limbs, torso, wings, and tail have become more coordinated and perfect.

The biggest change is the body shape and weight. Of course, the change is only small in appearance. As for the inside, it is indeed beyond Tyriel's expectation.

"Am I still a living thing?"

Tyrell discovered that his colorful brain was blooming with brilliant luster. Not only his brain, but also his meridians, bones, internal organs, and even blood vessels and body were somewhat beyond the scope of normal creatures.

"If I continue to evolve like this, even if I declare that I am a member of the Gem Dragon Clan, no one will question or deny it."

Seeing that he was shining brightly both on the outside and on the inside, Tyrell couldn't help but feel speechless. Next time, he might have to adjust his evolutionary direction.

If he really had to evaluate it for himself, with his current posture, the most suitable fighting method would be to become a battlefield bomber as a spell caster.

The majestic magic power he now stores in his body is unbelievable. His mastery of the elements is definitely worthy of the title of Lord of the Storm, which only the bronze ancient dragon can obtain.

Um?

Just as Tyrell was testing the new innate spells that had appeared after his slumber, a hot feeling originating from the depths of his blood suddenly emerged. The familiar yet unfamiliar taste made the newly awakened Lord Sedellin look confused. Externally subtle.

I had a colonoscopy in the morning, and the test result was erosive proctitis. After the colonoscopy, I felt extremely uncomfortable, and my stomach was filled with too much air. As for the process, don’t ask, damn it.

From last night to this morning, I had a long night and basically didn’t sleep much. I had some food at noon and then went to bed. After I woke up, I coded, so today’s update is late. I can’t help it. I really hate it. Can't live.

Starting from tomorrow, normal updates will resume. For the next three days, I will update only once. I owe one update every day, for a total of three updates. Please pay it off before the end of this month. I need to slow down these days, too much. It’s such a torment, it’s really a shame.