Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Don't be rude, this is dad's guest."

The father was not polite at all. Whether it was the brunette standing in front of him or the unsatisfactory nephew beside him, he hit their heads, one by one, and in the sound of pain, he passed them and walked towards Tyrell. .

"guest?"

The man rubbed his head in confusion.

"It seems that mask still doesn't satisfy you."

Hearing the old man's voice, Chenglong realized at this time,

"Who are you……"

"Daddy is talking, don't interrupt."

Even though he didn't look back, the old man's fingers, as if they had eyes, hit the man's forehead hard, causing his forehead to swell at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"In my world, this mask does not show the power you described, so I came to your world to see what kind of power it has."

Tyrell took out the one-horned red ghost mask, and the sight suddenly stunned the brunette with curiosity and confusion in her eyes.

She had never seen her father show such a posture, and she never thought that the mask that almost plunged the whole world into endless darkness would be sold by her father.

"guest!"

He didn't expect that he could encounter such a thing when most of his body was already in the grave. The old man's mouth was full of bitterness.

He has noticed that the righteousness has been enhanced unprecedentedly due to the arrival of the existence in front of him, but under the influence of the world's balance rules, the power of black energy is also increasing dramatically.

He could not imagine at all that since the end of the era when the eight demon lords ruled the world, the black energy that had never been so powerful would cause such a huge disaster and what impact it would have on the current world order.

It was this rioting black energy that made him feel extremely frightened. He was just an old man, not an immortal god from ancient times, and could not withstand such a torment.

"What's wrong?"

Tyrell held the mask in his hand, and after returning to its world with this evil magic weapon, the mask really showed its uniqueness.

With the status of the legendary ancestral dragon, Tyrell not only felt the connection between this mask and the other eight masks in the antique shop, he also felt the existence of this world, the shadow world, which was no less impressive. in the vast realm of reality.

"I'll test the power of this mask here. There should be no problem, right?"

Although the tone was questioning, Tyrell had already mobilized the power contained in this mask, which was the shadow authority that this mask only regained after returning to this world.

The thick, ink-like shadow spread from Tyrell's feet, then began to extend upwards, twisting and changing, and finally took on a material form.

These are eight kinds of shadow creatures with different shapes, including human-like warriors wearing armor and holding swords, aliens with human upper bodies and spider-like lower bodies, and fat men with bloated body... There are almost hundreds of shadow creatures. Packed with antique shops. I was also stunned by the three old, middle-aged and young people in the antique store.

"This is impossible."

The jade girl murmured to herself, but the ironclad fact was right in front of her, and there was no room for refutation.

"This is the Shadow Soldier? That's great!"

Tyrell looked at the dazzling array of shadow soldiers in front of him with admiration on his face. He stretched out his palm and pulled it gently. Suddenly, the shadow soldiers in front of him collapsed like bubbles, turning into wisps of black air and sinking into the darkness underground. .

"This is too fragile!"

Tyrell's brows suddenly frowned, extremely dissatisfied. If the shadow soldiers were so fragile, then he would stop studying and return home as soon as possible.

"Sir, what do you want to do?"

Seeing the shadow soldiers that almost filled the space around him, leaving no room for him to move, Chenglong broke out in a cold sweat. There was no place to hide, and there was no room for him to show off.

If he were to become an enemy of this being, he felt that it would be a good choice to surrender as soon as possible and admit defeat, which would be impossible to fight at all.

With such wonderful experiences in the first half of his life, he had never encountered such a monster. Summoning such a number of shadow soldiers at one time would be nothing more than the Lord of Shadows being resurrected.

"He's studying."

The old man's voice sounded, and he could see Dirrell's purpose at a glance, but because of this, he was also extremely horrified.

"Don't be nervous, these shadow soldiers won't hurt us."

The old mage comforted his nephew and grandnephew with a calm and powerful tone. However, in the current environment, it was not very convincing because it was contrary to their past understanding.

"He summoned so many shadow soldiers at once without even putting on the mask."

The brunette frowned, her finger barely letting go of the trigger, but she also knew that the gun in her hand was no different from a toy.

"Not only those with evil hearts can summon the Black Shadow Corps."

The old man glared at the brunette angrily. Wasn't it obvious enough?

At this time, he still went to provoke the opponent. Even if he searched through all the spells he had memorized, he still couldn't find a spell that could deal with the opponent.

"Are there any specific requirements for summoning these shadow soldiers?"

Just like popping bubbles, Tyrell, who popped the shadow soldiers one after another, heard what these people said and asked curiously.

Seeing his behavior, many elves flying around him also followed suit, spitting out bolts of lightning from their mouths, destroying the shadow soldiers who were unable to move without orders one after another.

At this scene, looking at Chenglong and Jade Girl, their eyelids jumped and they moved as far away as possible. They did not want to try how lethal this lightning was.

"For mortals, you need to wear a mask on your face to stimulate the darkness deep in your heart before you can summon the corresponding shadow corps. But if you keep using the mask, the darkness in your heart will continue to expand, and eventually you will fall, and the mask will The sealed demon took the opportunity to resurrect."

The old mage explained.

"Is this still a sealing instrument?"

Tyrell recalled the abnormal changes that had occurred in this mask after he brought it to the world of Carlos. It seemed to have a tendency to be resurrected, but it was wiped out by him with a paw.

"That's right, their real bodies have been destroyed by the ancestors of the Archmage."

"oh."

Tyrell nodded thoughtfully, which meant that the reason why these masks could summon shadow soldiers was mainly due to the authority held by these shadow demons.

"I want to stay here for a while and study these masks. Isn't it convenient?"

"Research on masks? No, they're too dangerous."

Before the old mage could speak, Chenglong jumped out to object. His attitude towards these items with extraordinary effects was to stay away. If you can't help it, don't touch it. Those seemingly powerful effects often come at a price that mortals can't bear. .

"Dad hasn't spoken yet? When will it be your turn?"

Didi~didi~

When the old man was teaching his nephew a lesson, a short and urgent voice sounded. The brunette quickly connected to the communicator on her wrist. Regardless of the changes in the situation, she leaned close to her ear. Then, her expression changed as she listened to what was being told on the other side. Extremely serious,

"Dad, the Yagami Treasure Box is missing!"

"Is he missing now?"

The old man who banged his nephew's forehead was stunned for a moment when he heard his grandniece's report, and then returned to normal without any abnormalities.

"Dad, did you know that the Yagami Box would go missing?"

"Sooner or later, it's just a little too early."

The old mage and the old god are here, and there is a calm demeanor that everything is under control.

"Not only the Yagami Treasure Box, but also the demon artifacts that Dad subjugated and suppressed will gradually disappear."

"I'll ask them to be more vigilant!"

Upon hearing this, the brunette's expression suddenly became more serious.

"It's not necessary. You are just letting them die in vain. What should happen will definitely happen and no one can stop it."

The old man shook his head.

"What is the Eight Gods Box?"

Tyrell asked, he could feel that this matter should be related to his arrival.

"This is the key to opening the door to hell in our world. After the door is opened, the demon lord imprisoned in hell will return to the world."

"Oh, so, the missing treasure box means that the demon lord will appear soon?"

Tyrell could tell right away that this was coming for him.

"Yes, this matter was originally supposed to happen a thousand years later, but now it has happened earlier because of your arrival."

"It's okay, I will send them back again."

Tyrell still didn't care;

"Can I stay here?"

"You can stay here as long as you want."

The old mage's tone was a bit helpless. He wanted to refuse, but how could he refuse?

Instead of letting this existence that disrupts the balance of righteousness and evil run around, it is better to let this existence live here. If anything really changes, we can respond immediately.

"Dad, what should I do now?"

The brunette asked, looking increasingly anxious.

"Dad has already told you to resign from your current job and learn the qi magic spell from dad. The current world no longer allows you to continue to be willful."

"this……"

The brunette's face suddenly showed hesitation and confusion.

"If you are unwilling to learn the so-called magic spell, I can teach you some of the knowledge I have."

Tyrell's eyes also fell on this girl, and his vertical pupils suddenly became bright and shining.

He is another son of destiny who is favored by the will of the world and the darling of the times.

No matter what you do, you can go smoothly, and even if you encounter danger, you can easily resolve it.

However, compared to Petraka, who was loyal to him, this son of the times, he didn't see anything special for a while. The density of his muscles and bones was stronger than that of ordinary people. He may be outstanding among ordinary people, but it lies in the extraordinary field. , nothing counts.

"This child is very stupid, and none of her teachers have anything positive to say about her."

The jade girl was still hesitating and thinking, but the old mage quickly refused.

"Is it?"

Tyrell was noncommittal. A person favored by the will of the world could not and would never be associated with stupid people. It was just that she had not yet entered a field that was truly suitable for her.

Those who can become the protagonists of the Age of Children of the World must have something extraordinary, because being extraordinary does not come about because of the favor of the will of the world, but rather being extraordinary first and then being favored. The causal relationship between the two cannot be reversed.

"Dad, I'm going to resign first and hand over the work. After these things are taken care of, I will go back to the antique shop."

The girl seemed to have made up her mind at this moment and made a decision.

"Then hurry up and don't waste any more time."

After the girl left in a hurry, Tyrell settled in this antique shop without acknowledging his identity. He held all nine masks in his hands, carefully pondered the relationship between them, and summoned a group of shadow soldiers from time to time to study their characteristics. structure.

Because at a relatively low level, these shadow soldiers are immortal and can regroup no matter how many times they are scattered.

Of course, for Tyrell, the immortality of the shadow soldiers is quite ridiculous. As long as he wants, he can erase them from the source. Even if they are summoned again, they will not be the original soldiers.

"I would like to enter the shadow dimension of your world and take a look."

After several days of research, Di Ruier approached the old mage who had been either reading ancient books or refining various potions all day long and made a request.

"Can."

The old mage agreed to Dirrell's request very readily without any shirk. Although it was a very dangerous world, danger was always relative.

"Do you have any ancient books about shadow soldiers here? I want to study them."

"Sir, what is your purpose in studying these masks?"

Chenglong, who was carrying a stack of thick ancient books, couldn't help but asked curiously. He had seen this unknown existence these days, treating the soldiers of the Black Shadow Legion like toys, summoning them at will and then destroying them.

"I want to figure out how these shadow masks are made, and then return to my world to create a shadow army that is completely obedient to my orders. It would be even better if I could reproduce the properties of these shadow soldiers that can rise from the dead. "

"This is really..."

When Chenglong heard this, he opened his mouth wide and sighed subconsciously, but quickly shut up. He remembered that his father had said that this was a kind-hearted being who made righteousness soar, but he really didn't feel it now. A little bit of kindness,

"A terrible thought."

"If you want to make your own shadow soldiers, there is a mage who can help you."

"oh?"

"He happens to be hiding in the shadow world right now."

"It would be great."

Rumble——

Roars and vibrations came from the depths of the earth's crust. The violent vibrations caused the entire antique store to begin to shake. Shouts of panic and fear from the outside world also sounded at the same time.

"Dad, what's going on?"

Chenglong felt a creepy feeling at this moment.

"Someone opened the gate to hell and released a demon lord!"

The old man's expression was extremely solemn, and Tyrell also raised his head and looked into the distance. His gaze penetrated the walls, mountains, hills, and even the ocean. He saw a black and red door on the oceanic islands, scarlet. The blood-like vortex slowly rotated, and a figure as fat as a mountain squeezed out of the portal.

"Dad, do we need to rush there immediately?"

"Um!"

"Do you need help?"

Looking at the old man and the young man in front of him who were packing their bags and preparing to set off, driven by a certain sense of mission, Tyrell asked.

"We can handle it for now."

The old mage hesitated and shook his head. He wanted to try it.