Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"I'm not a lone dragon!"

When he saw that the elemental cage he had set up was opened by an attack from the ground, and the Hell Dragonborn who was about to be captured and enslaved by him took the opportunity to escape, the color of Dirrell's blue eyes suddenly changed, and he let out a sound sneer.

Among the color dragons, the ancient dragons that are most easily hunted are usually red dragons and black dragons. As for white dragons, only ancient dragons that have entered the ancient age are worth mentioning. White dragons that have not yet become ancient dragons can be hunted even if they are hunted. Even if you kill him, it's not worth the publicity.

These ancient dragons who were promoted to legend have obviously reached the true peak period of dragons, but they still have to suffer such a miserable ending. The most important reason is that they are lone dragons.

Only dragons that develop their own territory and have their own legions of retinues and slaves can live a prosperous life. Of course, this is only relatively speaking. There are also precedents of lord dragons being surrounded and killed, but the survival probability of lord dragons is much higher than that of lone dragons.

"Come out, my relatives!"

Tyrell put away his playful attitude and started to get serious. He used his tail to draw a space crack connecting to the archipelago. However, this time the distance was too far, so Tyrell opened the crack directly to the sun. In the palace.

With the coming of Di Ruier's will, under the influence of the radiation of the life breath of the ancestor dragon, the flying dragons that had undergone many evolutions and transformations suddenly flew out from the gaps in space and landed on the battlefield.

After the Dragon Knights who stayed behind in the Sun Palace, the champion knights and dragon-blooded giants who were being trained arrived one after another. Their number was small, and compared to the number of human knights, they were alone. But no matter which family member comes to the battlefield, they can easily set off a small-scale elemental turbulence.

When the first flying dragon arrives on the battlefield, it means that the scale of this war has escalated again. This is no longer a simple legendary battle, but a national war, a collision between the forces of two countries.

However, Dirrell, who came across the ocean, had some difficulty in mobilizing the legion. In order to maintain the space gap, a large amount of mental power and magic power were consumed. In other words, Direal had elemental authority, and could recover very quickly and be able to support it.

If it were an ordinary ancient dragon, it would be able to cross thousands of miles by itself and dispatch an army, and I am afraid that it would be able to drain all the strength of its body. In battle, such behavior is no different from committing suicide.

"Your Majesty the Dragon Lord!"

The flying dragons gathered around Direal. The arrival of the Dragon Auxiliary Group further spread the abnormal celestial phenomena caused by Direal. The power of the elemental authority also began to increase. Even Direal's domain was expanding, and the thunder fell. And the storm becomes even more violent.

"To defeat these humans, there is no need for any mercy. Preservation of oneself is the first priority!"

Because of the distance, summoning any creature requires a high cost. Therefore, Diriel does not pursue quantity. The main ones summoned are the dependents who have received the gift of true blood.

There are not many in number, there are only thirty-nine champion knights, and there are only twenty-six dragon-blooded giants, but each of them has the power to rival the legions. When they come to the earth, they come into contact with the reinforcements of the human knights. At that time, there was a bloody storm.

The teleportation array on the city wall was operating at overload, and every shining light represented a group of knights who had been recruited. However, most of the knights who arrived had blank faces, and even quite a few of their armors looked messy. Dressed neatly, it was obvious that the assembly process was extremely hurried.

"Martin, do you know what happened? Why did you issue such a sudden assembly order? My attendants haven't helped me put on my armor yet. It's really uncomfortable. When the teleportation is over, you can help me put it in order when you have the chance. ."

The young knight wearing stainless steel armor, holding his helmet and riding on his horse, complained to his friends that the gathering time was so short that his lazy attendants did not even react.

"Who knows what happened?"

The young man, who was also wearing fine plate armor, clenched the lance in his hand and waited for the teleportation.

"I heard it was a dragon invasion. Our knight commander asked us to bring all the dragon-hunting crossbows."

The knight on the side who also received the urgent order couldn't help but interjected that he was riding an earth dragon, but his earth dragon was dragging a huge carriage behind it.

"Dragon invasion?"

The teleportation point, where the atmosphere was still somewhat dull, was suddenly detonated. The knights who were originally a little listless and even felt a little uneasy and uneasy about this inexplicable summoning order couldn't help but whisper to each other. The unknown is what makes people scared.

"Do we have a chance to win the title of Dragon Slayer this time?"

"Don't think too much. Only those who truly attack dragons and cause fatal damage to dragons are qualified to receive the title of dragon slayer. How can we stand a chance?"

"Maybe it's not just one dragon, but a group of dragons? The invading dragons must not be simple, otherwise we wouldn't be mobilized."

Although the situation is very dangerous, every knight's eyes are full of confidence, because they believe in their country and even more believe in the seven knight captains who lead them. Three of them are legends who stand at the top of the world, and the other four are also They are all powerful people who are qualified to be promoted to become legends, and they may break through one day.

The light of the teleportation array lit up, and the assembled knights began to teleport across space. However, when they arrived at their destination, their eyes longed for honor, and the light of cheers dimmed and dissipated along with the teleportation aura.

"What kind of monsters are these!"

Shield Knight Martin, who originally thought he was well-prepared, opened his eyes wide. Less than three hundred meters away from the city wall where he was, a moving giant beast defeated a squad of knights with overwhelming force.

He is like a fusion of a giant and some kind of dragon beast. Every step of his huge body can make the earth tremble. His hard scales cannot be split even by enchanted swords, and his breath will melt into pieces. Making a hurricane as sharp as a knife, when he opens his mouth to roar, he will spit out a string of thunder. When he charges, even a well-equipped knight squad will be trampled into pulp.

"What are you doing here? Why don't you leave the city quickly to support your brothers and sisters!"

An urging voice sounded from behind. The teleported knight had not had time to stand firm, let alone recover from the tragic battlefield in front of him, and was coaxed and kicked away from the teleportation array. Come down.

"Are you kidding? Is this a battlefield we can participate in?"

Looking outside the city wall, those monsters who were still able to easily break through their defenses during the siege of the knights, and who could crush more than a dozen knights with every collision, all the glory and courage were crushed into ashes.

The young knights who were recruited almost immediately wanted to retreat. No one wanted to fight a war that was almost certain to lose or even lead to death. It was the instinct of living things to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Unfortunately, as members of the Knights, they do not have the opportunity to choose freely. The orders issued by their superiors are the only criteria that determine their behavior and whereabouts.

"No, I want to go home! This is not the place I should be!"

"Do you know who I am? My mother is noble..."

Hysterical wailing sounded, and many young knights who had already wanted to retreat because of the brutality and bloodshed on the battlefield immediately looked for the sound, and immediately saw a knight in magic pattern armor, pushing and managing the teleportation. The guards of the formation.

However, the knight had not been shouting for long. As a big sword slashed across his neck, the head wearing a beautiful helmet inlaid with gold and silver suddenly rolled to the ground. Blood spurted out like a spring, covering the distance. The unlucky guy nearby was covered in blood, and the entire city wall fell silent.

Some knights who were still relying on their status and wanted to take the opportunity to withdraw suddenly fell silent. On the battlefield, those with noble status and fear of battle are the best choices to establish their authority.

"Those who run away from battle will die!"

The knight wearing the War Officer's badge swept over everyone with his stern gaze. Under this oppressive gaze, no matter how scared they were, the supporting knights could only gear up and fight.

They have only one mission, to use all the equipment at hand to kill those terrible monsters and defend the city, even if it can only hinder their progress.

"This is basically asking us to die!"

Walking down the horse path on the city wall, Martin heard the low-pitched complaints of his friends, which were full of anger and fear.

Everyone who aspires to be a knight wants to be like the protagonist in the story, gaining glory and status from fighting against monsters, instead of being pushed onto the battlefield like cannon fodder like they are now. They were killed a quarter of an hour ago , don’t even know what the enemy is.

"If we don't obey the order, the war officer can send us to see the God of Death immediately."

"We may be able to survive if we are careful."

Even though most of the knights who came for support were unwilling to participate in the war, under the pressure of the war supervisor, they could only polish the lances in their hands, and then, accompanied by the sound of the horn, marched towards the city. Charge outside.

Individual ideas and choices become meaningless and insignificant under the coercion of the group. All ideas will be found to be ridiculous when they come to the battlefield.

boom!

The anchor wrapped in thunder leaped out of the air and hit the scattered knights. An unlucky guy was killed on the spot by his company and a wildebeest, and exploded into a mixture of flesh and metal, roaring. In the strong wind, thunder exploded, and several knights around him fell to the ground instantly.

Wow~

The sound of the chain rubbing was heard, and the anchor was dragged, then passed through the air, and a fatal semi-circular arc was drawn low in the sky.

The pure fighting spirit honed over many years, the armor forged by skilled craftsmen who spent months of hard work, the mounts purchased with their parents' savings, the expectations of three generations of a small family, and the efforts of a human with reasonable talent who spent the first half of his life.

What can be gained by adding everything together?

The anchor chain swung in the giant's hand caused chunks of blood and flesh to fly all over the sky.

Martin witnessed all this with his own eyes. What saddened him the most was that the giant with dragon scales and horns didn't even specifically target anyone. He just kept waving the anchor in his hand and took him away easily. Taking the lives of one knight after another.

The supposedly noble knight was like a weed trampled by horse hooves in this battlefield. No one cared about it, let alone paid attention to it.

They were summoned in a daze, then pushed onto the battlefield in a daze, and now they died in an unknown manner.

Phew~

The sound of an anchor making a sharp and piercing sound shattering the air came. Martin saw the anchor getting closer and closer to him, but neither he nor his pure-blooded highland war horse had the time or ability to react.

Fortunately, when the anchor was about to hit him, the giant holding the anchor was attacked from the city wall. Amidst the explosion of flames and twisted and broken steel, the giant staggered back a few steps, and The anchor also deviated as the giant retreated.

However, Martin was inevitably thrown off his horse by the strong wind stirred up by the anchor. After drawing an inelegant parabola in the air, he hit the ground heavily, and half of his body was sunk into the blood-stained weeds. .

Cough~

A fishy smell surged out of his chest, and then his mouth was filled with the taste of rust. When he came to the battlefield, the weapon in his hand did not even touch the enemy, but he was seriously injured and disabled by the shock wave set off by the weapon swung by the opponent.

"Why?"

Martin looked at the dark sky. The successive flashes of thunder allowed him to see the flying and roaring dragon shadow in the sky. His bloodshot eyes gradually widened, and then severe pain surged up from all parts of his body, which made his body endure. Constantly twitching.

"Mom~"

But soon, the pain began to weaken rapidly, but his strength also weakened along with it. The world covered with a layer of blood became darker and darker. Realizing something, the young knight reached out to the sky with great effort. He tried to grab something, but the next moment, the palm dropped weakly, and a blood flower exploded in the smelly pool of blood.

"You were a human before, right? I don't think you were enslaved by this devil. Do you need to do this for him?"

The plain outside the city has been dyed red with blood. There are mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. The strong smell of blood can be clearly heard even if it is flying in the sky. The howling storm cannot take away the smell. .

Tyrell looked at the dragon's claws with some confusion, only half of the body of the Hell Dragonborn was left, that is, the first knight captain of the Jotun Knights Kingdom and the supreme ruler of the Jotun Knights Country.

He could see that the hell fiend had no way of commanding the military power of the Kingdom of Knights, but the guy in his hands had this right. Even if he turned into a ghost like this, there were still people willing to be loyal to him.

"This is my contract with him!"

The facial features on the head have been completely distorted, and the dragonborn has begun to turn into bones. The flames of hell are spitting out from his mouth, and a ferocious smile appears on his ugly face with no trace of human beings.

"Dragon, do you know what price I paid to obtain the power I have now? Do you think that devil would be kind enough to give me such power for free?"

"You are really unlucky."

There are not many creatures who fall into madness in pursuit of power. Tyrell doesn't bother to ask questions. He just looks at this guy who is destined to fall into hell with a kind of pity.

"Why can't you wait a little longer? I also need dependents like you. Unfortunately, you have been polluted by hell."