Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"The Governor of Iceland's management of the city is very loose, or the person behind it pays more attention to order. As long as it does not violate the code, even forces like us with the blood of hell can move in and develop."

In the quiet luxurious room, with the glimmer of light in the eyes of the horned skull, a low and respectful voice sounded. The man with a pale face seemed to be reporting the information he had collected to a distant being with a more noble status than him.

In the sky above this hotel, the dragon man who was driving the flying dragon yawned in boredom. Since he joined the port security team, he had heard countless similar reports, and he really couldn't arouse any interest.

"How's it going? Does the target have any malicious behavior or plans against the port?"

"There are no relevant findings yet. My suggestion is to keep monitoring for a period of time. If there are no abnormalities, you can lower the threat level of the marked object."

The wingless dragon man responded without any fluctuations in his tone. Then his tone changed and he seemed a little annoyed.

"Those elves should really take care of them. They always mark people with special bloodlines indiscriminately. This target has devil blood, not chaotic devil blood."

"There is no way. This is a decision made by Your Highnesses after discussion. Creatures with evil blood are indeed more likely to commit crimes and cause violence."

"According to this definition, we should all be supervised and not qualified to be members of the police force."

The dragon people suddenly became violent. The so-called evil bloodline refers to creatures with the blood of color dragons, trolls, drow elves, abyss or hell. These dragon people cultivated by blue dragons and green dragons are naturally Also among them.

"Calm down, if you can't maintain a stable mood, you will really be put under supervision, and you will even lose the chance of bloodline promotion. Don't you want to grow wings?"

"Dragon Wings!"

This can be said to be the highest obsession and pursuit of all dragon people, so this irritable dragon man quickly regained his composure, but not long after, he also drove the flying dragon and left here, because he felt that there was no need to monitor anymore. .

"Safe for now!"

When the surveillance power above the head faded away, the originally gloomy room was completely plunged into darkness. The bright red hellfire swaying in the horned skull suddenly erupted and rushed towards the red-haired man, as if it had its own life. , drilled into his body from the pores of his seven orifices,

"Hoo~ Ancestor!"

The body and limbs of the red-haired man showed a twisted and weird state that humanoid races could not naturally show, and became terrifying.

"Don't be afraid, my descendant, I will only borrow your body for a short time, and you only need to endure a little pain to obtain my permanent gift."

"yes."

The fire of hell appeared and disappeared in just an instant, and the red-haired man's twisted joints returned to normal, but his temperament was completely different from before.

The man who was no longer pale stood up, walked to the window, pushed the fan blades open, and looked at the shining stars along the harbor coast with flaming eyes.

"It's been more than a hundred years. I didn't expect that this place has changed so much. Farrar, my friend, I'm here to reclaim the rest of your soul!"

The man whose body had been invaded by an unknown entity looked at the Elf Moonlight Island. A thin layer of flames danced around his body. Soon, an outline that was exactly the same as his appeared. It danced slightly and appeared behind him, turning into a silhouette. There is no abnormal phantom visible on the outside.

"How many epochs have passed, and it's still the same old thing, and it won't change. Really... Tsk!"

The moment he finished speaking, this increasingly evil figure disappeared into the room. When he reappeared, he had already arrived at a pier in Norland Harbor.

"Dragon clan!"

The man walking in the dark, avoiding the shadow of the street lights, looked at the palace in the center of the port. It was a marvelous building suitable for super-large creatures to live in. It was extremely luxurious, yet elegant. You could feel it for the first time. How wealthy the owner of the building is.

"I didn't expect that this place would eventually be occupied by the dragon clan. Going against history, those elves are really getting better and better."

"I very much agree with your statement. Those elves are too stubborn and old-fashioned. If you don't push them, they will go back on their own."

However, what made the possessed person feel horrified was that his words, which he just said out of emotion, actually received a response.

"My city welcomes any visitor who abides by the law. Even if you are a devil in hell, you can walk in openly. There is no need to be like a mouse, peering into the darkness for light."

Tyrell looked at the man whose eyes glowed with a faint red light in the darkness.

Although this guy evaded the detection of the magic circle supported by the elves, and at the same time evaded the monitoring of the dragon people, and was even able to walk under the nose of the silver dragon Emilia and spy on her palace, but he Everything he does is transparent to Tyrell.

In the realm where the World Tree continues to expand, Tyrell, as the king of the sacred tree, can control all the movements of all creatures in the realm.

Under normal circumstances, Tyrell would not devote too much energy to paying attention. If he really wanted to perceive and receive information about all biological activities, unless he had the godhead of a true god, his brain would freeze on the spot.

In order to protect its own sacred tree king, World Tree will not transmit too much useless information. It will only transmit noteworthy biological information to Tyrell, and most of this will be basically ignored by Tyrell.

There is really not much information that can attract the attention of Di Ruier now. If it is just an ordinary breath of hell, even if it appears in groups, Di Ruil will not pay attention to it. At most, he will tell the dragon attendant to pay attention.

But the problem is that the energy level fluctuation of this breath suddenly rose to legendary and continued to exist. Although it was completely inconsistent with the legendary creature in terms of magnitude, it still aroused Tyrell's curiosity, a legendary breath from hell. , it is difficult for him to ignore it and treat it as if it does not exist.

So Tyrell came over to take a look, but to his disappointment, the devil was really cautious and came with the help of his descendants to spy on his territory.

"Storm Lord?"

Although he was startled by the sudden appearance of the dragon, it was not his body after all. He had avoided risks to the greatest extent, and his will to control this body immediately returned to normal.

"I don't like that title, I don't think it's worthy of me."

Tyrell said frankly that he didn't like the title given by humans after the battle in the capital of Bultan.

"This is our first meeting. Although the way I appear may make you unhappy, I can swear to the Lord of the Nine Hells that I have no intention of offending you."

The man with red hair and red eyes bowed slightly to Dirrell, his tone was sincere and sincere, but Dirrell didn't believe a word he said. Only someone with cerebral palsy would believe what the devil said. Not to mention his underwear, even his soul was stolen. .

"So, what are your intentions?"

"I would like to visit an old elf friend."

"Elven King Farrar?"

Tyrell examined the man in front of him. In his dragon eyes, a huge demonic figure that was no less inferior to the Balor Fire Demon and even a little more cunning and cunning was revealed.

"It turns out it's you. I've been looking for you for a long time. Where is your true identity?"

The Hell Refining Demon has made Di Ruier brood for a long time. The legendary demon that should have existed but was completely missing appeared in front of him today in a very special way.

One thing to say, if it weren't for the blessing of the World Tree Domain and the King of Divine Trees, Tyrell might not be able to catch this guy. When it comes to sneaking around and hiding, there are indeed few creatures that can compare to the devil.

"What do you want, Lord Lord?"

The Hell Fiend, whose real body was thousands of miles away, felt horrified at the moment that a legendary dragon actually missed him so much.

"I'm not doing anything, I just want to see you. You must be the Hell Demon who escaped from Hell Island here, right?"

From the perspective of the ancestral dragon, Tyrell was able to confirm that the Hell Fiend was in the world of Kallos, but it was not on the Sedellin Islands, but on a continent on the other side of the ocean.

Judging from the results in front of us, we can basically deduce the process. The hell demons summoned to the material world by the elf king Farrar who sought death did not stay to fight with the elves at all.

After somehow tricking the Elf King, this guy slipped out of the Sedellin Islands and headed to a wider world. Now he has spawned a huge descendant group.

Although the specific process and some more important details are not known at all, from what little is known so far, what this guy did can be regarded as an example of hell demons taking root in the material world.

Treacherous, decisive, cunning, and far-sighted... Although he successfully deceived the Elf King and even had hope of destroying the entire clan, there are still three nails in the ruined ship, not to mention the once extremely glorious Elf clan, let alone the Elf gods. It still exists, so after winning the victory, he is not proud at all, but directly goes overseas to the wider world.

This is the wisest choice. As long as he leaves, no one will know his origins, and the elves will not actively follow his traces. As a devil, he can do whatever he wants in the material world without anyone knowing. Is there anything better than this?

"Yes, this is indeed the starting point for my arrival in the material world!"

Seeing that his old background was exposed, the Hell Fiend simply admitted that the other party was the lord who ruled the Sedellin Islands, and everything that happened in the past must not be hidden.

Besides, so what if he admitted it? Can this dragon find him?

He has been operating in the civilized world for more than a hundred years, leaving tens of thousands of descendant races. His roots have penetrated into many countries, and he is the bloodline source of more than a dozen hell warlock families.

"Can you tell me what you did? I'm very curious."

Tyrell was outspoken and did not hide his curiosity.

"What are you curious about?"

Although he is very confident and is not even here in person, the Hell Fiend still has enough respect for Diriel, because according to the intelligence he collected, this dragon lord has extraordinary combat power. Gu Long was no match for him.

"How did you make the Elf King Farrar sleep? I only know that there is such an Elf King, but I have never seen it before."

"The noble Elf King wanted to enslave me, and I used a small loophole in the contract to tear apart part of his soul."

The Hell Fiend does not mind revealing his past achievements to a powerful and noble being. He has not mentioned this matter to any being for more than a hundred years. Firstly, they are not worthy. Secondly, , out of caution.

"I see, that's why you can stay in the material world until now."

Dirrell suddenly realized.

The material world with perfect rules is very tolerant. Ordinary travelers from the legendary plane will not be rejected by the world. Evil creatures from the abyss and hell are treated completely differently.

If no one provides support, even the weakest demons and demons will be expelled by the rules of the world and can only come for a short time, but cannot exist for a long time.

But the Hell Demon in front of him, who has reached the top of the devil system, is able to exist for a long time. Obviously, the soul of Elf King Farrar is indispensable.

"Now that you have discovered me, do you know if I can make a deal with you?"

"What deal do you want to make with me?"

Tyrell asked with interest.

"I need the remaining soul of the Elf King."

"This is not okay."

Tyrell refused directly.

"This goes against my bottom line as a bronze dragon. If you just want to conduct this kind of soul transaction with me, then you will probably be very disappointed."

"No, I will personally go to get Faral's soul, but I just hope that you can turn a blind eye to all this. As long as you can treat everything that happened today as if it does not exist, as if you have not seen me, I am willing to pay tribute to you. You’re offering a gift you won’t refuse.”

"Oh? Tell me, what gift?"

Tyrell seemed to be interested.

"I will make the Principality of Bisov surrender to you, and you can take the entire country into your pocket in the name of maintaining order."

The red-haired demon's eyes flashed with an evil red light. Since he wanted to take advantage of the elves in the opponent's territory, he naturally did some research.

"Exchanging a country for a broken legendary soul sounds like a good deal. I can get a country without doing anything."

"Yes, as long as you do nothing."

"Actually, I have a better proposal."

Tyrell laughed, but when he laughed, the Hell Fiend only felt the overwhelming malice.

"...What proposal?"

Obviously he did not expect that the dragon would refuse. The Hell Fiend paused for a moment, and then asked slowly.

"You want the soul of Elf King Farrar, but you just want to extend the time you can stagnate in the material world. The part of the soul you took away back then is no longer enough to support your existence."

"..."

"I have a better solution."

Tyrell stared at the real body with burning eyes, the devil who was not even in front of him.

"I lack a devil to serve me. As long as you let me leave a mark in your soul, with my existence, you can stay in the material world forever without worrying about being violated by the rules of the material world. Expulsion.”

"..."

"what do you think?"