Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been here!”

In the eternal starry sky, the dazzling stars shine as always. Tyrell hovered on the steps of the pyramid, looking up at the starry sky for a long time, and then shifted his gaze slightly. Look at the six artifacts blooming with divine brilliance.

Zheng~

A gorgeous Archangel Sword fell from the sky, and a ray of shining sword energy shot out from the tip of the sword, landing on the scales on the side of Tyrell's dragon wing, hitting a stream of bright sparks.

"Don't make trouble. It's not that I don't take you. It's really inappropriate."

Tyrell held the Sword of Hope Angel in the dragon's claws. After holding it for a moment, he calmed down the dissatisfaction conveyed by the spirituality contained in the sword.

When he broke into the capital of Bultan, he used an artifact, but it was not the Angel Sword, but the Angel Shield of Courage.

It was precisely because he used this defensive artifact to block the attack from the Mage Tower that the Burta royal family decided to negotiate with him, allowing him to get everything he wanted naturally, and also allowing Su Hailun to become the leader of the Burta Kingdom. Duke.

This is a veritable fiefdom duke. Although it has been used a lot, the duchy obtained has complete autonomy. It only requires a symbolic payment of one silver coin every year, which is no different from giving it away for free.

All this was caused by the fact that the legendary mages stationed in the wizard tower had no choice but to do anything to him. It was this kind of power that made the royal family spend all their money to win over, or please, them.

Buzz~

Not only was the Archangel Sword dissatisfied, but the Courage Angel Shield, which was forcibly carried out by Tyrell to block a fatal attack, was also dissatisfied.

It is not a self-destructive artifact like the Sword of Hope Angel. It can be recognized by it and can only be used by the Supreme Holy Angel.

But this dragon was too overbearing. He dragged it out forcibly and held it in its claws. With its own material, it blocked a terrible attack. Even if it did not cooperate and stimulate any equipment effects, it would be the same. , it is impossible for it to hide its own existence and allow attacks to penetrate it.

"Don't forget, who redeemed you from the devil, so what if you block it for me? Not only it, but you too."

Tyrell not only ignored the shield's protest, but instead scolded him confidently. Not only that, he also targeted the other four artifacts.

There was no way. Although these six pieces of equipment were not suitable for him, their effects were so fragrant that even if they were barely used together, they could produce powerful effects.

However, the other four pieces of equipment that make up the Kingdom of Holy Light, the Crown of the Angel of Wisdom, the Blessing of the Angel of Destiny, the blessing of the Angel of Holy Wings, and the flag of the Angel of Victory, were all indifferent to Tyriel's scolding.

Although they look as bright as new, the time and years they have experienced are longer than even the oldest dragons.

"Oh, have you forgotten that the remains of your original master are still in my hands, and I am currently studying how to resurrect this supreme holy angel based on the remains. If you still have this attitude, you will be in danger when I encounter it. If you don't want to cooperate with me, it's hard to say whether your master can be resurrected."

Seeing that these artifacts and equipment were still so indifferent to him, Tyrell sneered in return.

The moment he finished speaking, all six artifacts and equipment reacted immediately, but the one that reacted the most was the Sword of the Angel of Hope that he held in his paws and played with. The light on the sword was as bright as ever.

"Don't get excited, all of you!"

Seeing that he was surrounded by six powerful artifacts in an instant, and feeling the power bursting out from these six artifacts at this moment, part of the scales on Dirrell's tail exploded slightly.

He felt a sense of threat that he had never experienced in the world of Carlos. He could use his legendary power to suppress a single artifact, such as forcibly holding the Shield of Courage to block himself from harm.

But when the Kingdom of Holy Light all gathers, their powers are connected with each other and amplify each other. Even if they are without a master, they can burst out with destructive power that is shocking to the dragon.

"You know how your master fell. Therefore, I can only say that I have found the direction of resurrection. There is still a long way to go before true resurrection."

Tyrell painted a picture of these artifacts, but he was not brainless, because after he was promoted to legend, the biological alchemy concept that could not be completed before could be continued.

For example, he uses his own blood and vitality to supplement the Seraphim, allowing them to regenerate the missing souls, awaken again, and become angels loyal to him to form a legion.

As for the Supreme Holy Angel, the same operation can be done, but the Supreme Holy God was so cruelly beaten by the demon god that only a skeleton with a serious lack of divinity was left.

Tyrell's idea is to use it as the core, and then use his own flesh and blood to reshape its body and resurrect it. As for what comes back to life, strictly speaking, it is definitely not the original supreme holy angel.

To be more strict, it is hard to say whether it can be considered an angel or not. Perhaps it is more accurate to describe it as a dragon with the form of an angel.

Whether this is considered a resurrection or not cannot be summed up in a nutshell. It still needs to be discussed rationally and how to define it specifically. After all, if the skeleton has life again, it can also be regarded as an alternative resurrection.

Therefore, he did not violate the rules of the Bronze Dragon Clan. He did not lie. It's just that the resurrection he said may be different from the resurrection understood by these artifacts, but they should have been prepared. After all, they were killed by the devil. .

With a burst of comfort/deception and promises/drawings from Tyrell, these six artifacts gradually stabilized, and Tyrell also received their promises.

The power can be unleashed for him when necessary, but as to how much it can be unleashed, it all depends on his own ability and has nothing to do with them.

"This is the right thing!"

Di Ruier was satisfied with the promise that he didn't know when he would be able to use it. It didn't matter whether he could use it or not; what mattered was whether he could use it or not.

You don’t want your master to be resurrected, right?

For these six artifacts that are still immersed in the grief of losing their owners, this is simply a killer. Tyrell didn't even need to show off, just empty talk to Huabing to make them give in on issues of principle.

Who allowed them to stay in this floating land in the void for a long time? Whether it is architecture or structure, it is far beyond the understanding of these six artifacts.

This indeed contains the power to turn the impossible into the possible!

Tyrell, who felt even happier than when he knew that his subordinate legions had won a naval war, entered the temple and saw the boundless forest sea, but there was no longer a veil of clouds and mist that contained abundant vitality.

After losing the world tree species, this forest sea has gradually lost its divinity. Of course, this forest formed by the world tree itself can become a supreme holy place in the natural realm no matter where it is placed in the world of Kallos. .

Soaring above the forest sea, Tyrell looked down at the forests. Unlike before, this time he had the leisure to survey the vast space contained within the temple.

Just as he expected, the space inside the temple was much larger than the outside. The space rules here were extremely special, as if they were cut out of a world and then folded.

Dirrell was amazed by the spatial structure here. He observed it carefully, trying to understand something from it. The reason why he was so patient was because he came in purely on a whim this time and had no particularly strong needs. There is no intention to contact the Silos civilization, nor is there any intention to communicate with the Fear Demon God.

But even though he was so wishless, when he landed on the altar, the void altar still surged. In the vibration of the forest sea, a vast light pillar rose into the sky, and Di Ruier was confused. In his puzzled gaze, countless rivers of light gathered in front of him, forming a whirlpool that penetrated time and space and communicated with an endlessly distant world.

"what happened?"

Although Tyrell was asking to himself, he could guess some of the reasons. The greatest function of this altar is to respond to the user's expectations and meet the user's needs. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a wishing machine. , but if you want to realize your wish, you need to pay a sufficient price.

Although Tirel did not have any subjective intention to use the Void Altar to achieve anything, he did not have needs.

In fact, there were many problems that were bothering him, but they were hidden deep in his heart. When he got on the altar, the altar was aware of his thoughts and communicated with time and space independently.

However, he just doesn't know what the world of communication can satisfy him this time. Under Tyrell's expectant gaze, the center of the space-time vortex gradually became darker, and then gradually became clearer.

Bright light shines in from the window, and dust is floating in it. However, this bright light only illuminates part of the furnishings, and most of them are still shrouded in darkness and shadow.

What you can see is a lot of seemingly chaotic, but actually neat and orderly ornaments, ceramics, clay pots, oil paintings, weapons, armors and equipment, all kinds of things. It looks like an antique shop selling decorative items.

Because most of the products on the shelves have traces of time, and quite a few of them contain interesting power fluctuations.

"Welcome to Yulong Antique Store, may I ask if you have any needs..."

Sensing a different kind of power in the air, the man who was wiping a porcelain plate behind the counter subconsciously spoke out, but when he raised his head, he swallowed back what he had not finished and was stunned. He looked at the golden sand streamer whirlpool that appeared in mid-air and the existence behind the whirlpool, feeling a little at a loss.

"Dad, something bad has happened. The servants of Lord Holy Fire have escaped from hell and have broken into the antique shop!"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then shouted. At the same time, this seemingly ordinary man jumped up from behind the counter, picked up a handful and hung it on the wall, seemingly for decoration. Bao Jian, then stared warily at Tyrell, who was looking at everything with great interest at the other end of the whirlpool.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Dad's spell has always been there and has not expired. How could the devil's minions break into the store? Dad's righteous magic will protect everything in the antique shop from being infringed. Dad now It’s just that my eyes are dim and I’m not old enough to die yet!”

A violent voice sounded, which made people think of a crazy old goat. At the back of the store, almost filling the aisle, an old figure whose skin was almost attached to his bones was walking slowly, leaning on a cane. The ground walked out of it, and his turbid eyes immediately locked on Di Ruier.

"Dad, look, the devil's minions ran in from hell, I didn't lie!"

The man showed agility that was incompatible with his aging body. He rolled and jumped again, took off a shield with complicated patterns from the wall, and blocked it in front of the old man. The old man stretched out his finger unceremoniously and hit him hard on the head.

"You don't need to say it. Dad can see it. Dad's eyes are still wet, but you are wrong. This is not the devil's minion."

"No? Then what is he?"

The man turned his head and asked in confusion.

"Not all non-human creatures are evil. This is a kind being in another world, so dad's spell is ineffective against him."

"A kind being?"

The man looked at Di Ruil seriously, and the vigilance in his eyes gradually dissipated, because if he looked carefully, Di Ruil's appearance could be said to be great and upright. He had fought against him and was sent to hell by him more than 20 years ago. The big devil is completely different.

"Guests from far away lands, welcome to Yulong Antique Store. What do you need?"

The old man ignored the man, walked around the stupid guy holding a sword and a shield, walked to the space-time vortex, and asked in a calm mood, without showing any surprise from the beginning to the end.

"You have collected many interesting little objects here, but most of them are of little value to me."

Di Ruier's eyes fell on the corner of the shop, where there was a pair of blue and gold-plated full-body armor. The style was quite simple. The most important thing was that there was a powerful force lingering on it.

"This armor is very interesting."

"Guest, I'm really sorry. This is not for sale, it is just for display."

Noticing Dirrell's gaze, the old man's seemingly skinny and rickety body turned, blocking Dirrell's sight so that he could no longer look at the armor.

"What about this necklace?"

Tyrell's eyes turned to a string of gemstone necklaces, and he sensed the power related to space and the realm of life on it.

"Sorry, guest, this is not for sale, I can't sell it to you!"

The old man rejected Tyrell again.

"This is not for sale either? So what is available for sale in your store?"

Dirrell seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He opened his mouth and shouted, and there was a string of scorching thunder and lightning. The man who was still relaxed at first tightened his grip on the shield and sword in his hands, and his eyes became alert again.

"You may have come to the wrong place. I don't have any products that satisfy you."

"Yes, my opinion is exactly the opposite of yours, old mage. You have products that are very suitable for me. I can pay for them."

Tyrell's eyes fell on the nine monster masks with different shapes, which were haunted by the power of shadows. However, Tyrell could also detect the many negative forces lingering on the masks.

"Guest, these masks are for sale, but they may not be suitable for you."