Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"I'll fight you!"

Silver Dragon, who originally had an impassioned attitude and wanted to fight for his own honor, became even angrier when he heard that there was no reward for the war, and pounced directly on Tyrell.

boom!

Tyrell stretched out his dragon claws, pinched the silver dragon's neck covered by ice armor, and turned the silver dragon's body, which had become heavier due to the condensation of ice, and smashed it against the palace ground. With a slight roar and shock, the broken ice shards Mixed with white mist flying,

"You want the taxes from the nine major ports, you want the war gratuities, you want this and that, you are too greedy. If you must want the war gratuities, that's fine. I will remove you from your position as port governor."

Tyrell looked at the silver dragon struggling under him and roared. All dragons are greedy, but they express themselves in different ways.

"Can't I have them all?"

Emilia turned her head, tears sparkling in her silver dragon eyes. The anger just now had long since disappeared, and now she looked delicate, soft, and pitiful.

"dream!"

Tyrell mercilessly rejected Silver Dragon's unreasonable request.

"As a governor under my command, fight with me against Carlos, or as an aid, you can only choose one identity."

"Then I choose to be the governor."

Without hesitation and thinking for too long, Silver Dragon Emilia made what she thought was the right choice. The Dragon Gods had already arrived. This war might be particularly difficult, but the winner or loser was obvious.

After all, His Majesty had already lost a match decades ago, and this time she would win no matter what. In this case, the identity she should choose was clear.

As governor, she can collect taxes from ships and goods traded in the nine major ports every day, and become an outside aid. Although she can get huge benefits, it is only a one-time benefit.

"Then, my Silver Dragon Governor, you should start preparing now. War will come at any time."

Tyrell released his hold on the silver dragon.

"It's time for you to prepare too."

"Well, so, I am going to take stock of my treasure house now and see how many ancient dragons I can invite to come in this war."

"You don't know your own treasure trove?"

Hearing Di Ruil's words, Silver Dragon looked at Di Ruil with an expression that looked like an indescribable, indescribable monster. She simply couldn't believe that these were words that a dragon could say.

"I only know the approximate number. I really don't know how much wealth there is specifically. After all, as you know, my vassals have been mining the mineral resources in the archipelago and transporting them to my treasure house, so it is difficult for me to know. A specific number.”

Tyrell explained that in fact, he just didn't care about the amount of precious metals such as gold and silver, because there were too many, so much that it was meaningless to him.

But now, a war that requires the help of ancient dragons is about to come, and the gold and silver that he had almost regarded as dirt have their uses again, so Tyrell is going to take stock.

Speaking of which, giant dragons are indeed very magical species. They have become ancient dragons, but they are still obsessed with gold and silver, and will even fight for a large precious metal vein.

However, although the dragon's choice was very unreasonable in Di Ruier's view, it was still very worthwhile to be able to use these precious metals piled up in his treasure house in exchange for ancient dragon-level combat assistance.

"I can help you."

After listening to Di Ruier's explanation, Silver Dragon's eyes lit up and he volunteered.

"Just stay here!"

Tyrell completely ignored Silver Dragon's kindness, opened a random door, and left the palace that Silver Dragon had been expanding.

"It's time for me to build an army of my own."

Tyrell's remarks about not knowing how much gold and silver there was in the treasure house deeply irritated the silver dragon Emilia. As a mage dragon who pursues the truth, she has no deep obsession with vassal servants because she has no need.

However, in recent years, due to Tyrell's entrustment, she became the governor of the port, and she had to manage more and more things. Even a legend needed help, otherwise she would feel powerless.

The dependents and servants sent by Tyrell are very useful when performing violent tasks, but when performing other tasks, they are a bit confusing.

Originally, she wanted to make do with it, as it would not affect her tax collection, but now she has changed her mind. She should really build an army that is completely obedient to the governor's orders.

"How much should I pay?"

When she thought of building an army, Emilia couldn't help but frown. The establishment of an elite armed force meant spending money. This was why she clearly felt that Diriel's servants were being somewhat obedient to her, and she would choose to endure it. important reasons.

But now the situation has changed. No matter how uncomfortable it is, she still has to pay the money. After all, she has now made bold words to Tyrell and is about to embark on the battlefield. On the battlefield, there are dragons and dragons protected by the army. The survival rates of lone dragons vary so much that there is no need to analyze them at all.

When the Silver Dragon was tangled in thinking about how much money should be spent to form an army of its own, Diriel was also in the Sun Palace. Looking at the mountains of gold, silver, gems and other dragon favorites piled up in the treasure house, he couldn't help but moan and groan.

"Too little."

Although there are many mountains of gold and silver in front of him, if they are really used, they will not be able to withstand it for long. The original ancient gold dragon Guderian only assisted the Ansel Kingdom to resist the invasion of the dependents of the King of Blue Ting, but now he has to face that head-on. A dragon king whose strength and power became even greater.

"It is better to ask for the dragon than to ask for yourself."

Dirrell counted all his treasures, and after calculating how many ancient dragons he could invite to cross the border to help, he decided to do it himself.

Although the Dragon God has promised him that he can guarantee him and defer the payment of war remuneration, which is equivalent to an unlimited loan limit, although it sounds good, he still needs to pay it back in the end.

If you can not pay it back, it's almost enough, but this is impossible. Since the Dragon God's fate is guaranteed, both Gu Long and him have to give the Dragon God face.

Sasha~

The clear and sweet sound of gold and jade colliding sounded, and the world welcomed the return of the sacred tree king. After Tyrell responded, he went straight to the last project he left for himself.

"It's time to resurrect you!"

The seraphs exuding divine radiance have their eyes closed, their long golden hair is scattered, and they have perfect bodies with golden proportions. They are tightly entangled by the beards hanging down from the world tree. While maintaining the vitality of their bodies, they also suppress the body. The gestation and gathering of spirituality.

Tyrell circled around the bodies of twenty-seven six-winged archangels. Each body had been repaired by the World Tree. From the appearance, it was perfect and contained amazing vitality. However, all Everything was suppressed.

"You are the one."

Tyrell chose a male archangel with a handsome face and sharp edges. After all, his purpose of resurrecting angels was to participate in the upcoming huge war, and this archangel was very capable of fighting at first glance. look like.

Even if you guess wrong, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the lower limit of the six-winged archangel is right there. No matter how bad it is, it won't be much worse. He is still a legendary figure with high or low power.

"I need your help!"

Tyrell made a request to the World Tree.

Sasha~

The World Tree responded, and Di Rui immediately launched a life field that was not commonly used. When he was outside, this field could only be used by him to bless himself and speed up the body's ability to recover after injury. But at this moment, in In the realm of World Tree, this realm can be used to transform life.

The archangel's eyes, chosen as the target by Tyrell, trembled and seemed about to open, but Tyrell gently flicked the dragon's tail, and the sharp tail blade penetrated his chest, cutting open his heart. The blood flowed from the wound, but there was no fragrance. Instead, there was a rather attractive sweet smell.

"What a perfect structure, so beautiful!"

Looking at the angel's dissected chest, Tyrell couldn't help but express wonder. However, he didn't have any special hobbies. It was just that as a researcher who was deeply involved in the field of living alchemy, it was inevitable to see the perfect biological structure. With such a look, he is appreciating and learning.

After watching for a moment, seeing that the wound was about to heal again, Tyrell opened the wound again. Then he stretched out his dragon claws and pierced his fingertips into the angel's heart. The dazzling golden light converged on his fingertips, and he Injecting true blood into the heart of the angel.

High-level life forms will erode and assimilate low-level species, covering all life characteristics of the other party and distorting the life form.

But only when there is a huge difference, such a situation will occur. When the ranks are equal, the same level or the life rank is not much different, it will only lead to fierce confrontation.

But Dirrell's current bloodline is comparable to that of the ancestor of the bronze dragon. Strictly speaking, Dirrell is a being close to the gods. Therefore, facing these archangels who exude the divine brilliance, his dragon blood still has powerful power. erosion effect.

The gap between gods and legends is incalculable, wider than the gap between legends and ordinary mortals.

Therefore, the moment Dirrell's dragon blood was injected into the angel's chest, an extremely conspicuous erosion phenomenon occurred. Scales as small as rice grains appeared on the angel's beating heart, and the chest that was cut open by Direal began to grow rapidly. Healing, and then the sword-shield-like scales covered the healed wounds, and then spread along the chest and spread to the angel's body.

"The effect is so good?"

Seeing such an obvious phenomenon of dragon transformation, Di Ruier couldn't help but be stunned, but before he could relax, the chest of this handsome male archangel exploded, and it had already formed into substance, and the shock wave visible to the naked eye exploded. The broken minced meat and bones and the newly grown scales were all stuck on the shield that Dirrell had spontaneously activated.

"..."

Tyrell grinned, looking at the Seraphim who began to recover quickly with the help of the World Tree, and began to think about countermeasures.

Obviously, although his bloodline can form an advantage over these foreign angels, this advantage is not absolute. Under the erosion of dragon blood, the bloodline of these angels still possess extremely resistant instincts of resistance.

"This forces me to study hard!"

In the field of living alchemy, we often encounter similar situations, and there are naturally solutions. However, whether it is his dragon blood or the seraph, the level is too high. It is hard to say whether these methods are useful. , Tyrell can only try one by one.

"If it doesn't work, we'll have to do something reckless."

Tyrell got closer to the archangel and carefully observed the changes on his body. On his strong chest, you could still see faint scales, which proved that the true blood he had just forcibly integrated into had caused this big body to change. The angel's body resisted fiercely, but it still had an impact on its roots.

However, he had just paid three drops of true blood, but there was only such a slight change. If he wanted this angel to be completely bound by his bloodline and become a dependent who obeyed his orders, it would not be as simple as bleeding heavily.

That is to say, he has the blood of the Star God, which can be replenished continuously. The ancestor dragon in normal state cannot squander it like him. Even if the true blood can be restored, it will take time.

Time was running out, and Tyrell did not waste any time. After his attempts one by one, Tyrell finally found the optimal solution, or in other words, the optimal solution he achieved with the help of the World Tree.

These angelic bodies have adapted to being bound and entangled by the World Tree, and have also become accustomed to the life force supply from the World Tree.

Therefore, Tyrell discovered that as long as the World Tree is used as a medium, his dragon blood can be integrated into the angel's body very smoothly, and the rejection reaction caused is almost negligible.

However, after solving the repulsion phenomenon of dragon blood, another problem faced Tyrell, that is, the amount of true blood required to twist and assimilate a six-winged archangel was too much.

Unlike giants, and even more different from naga, the six-winged archangel is in a high position in the order of the angel race.

The true blood that can transform an ocean giant can't make any waves even if it is successfully integrated into the archangel's body.

The solution to this problem is also very simple, deliver more real blood.

At first, Tyrell was very comfortable, but when he paid more than thirty drops of true blood at one time, he had to take out the blood of the Star God to replenish it.

It was only then that the Emperor, whom he chose as his target, had an extremely conspicuous change on his body. Dragon scales in the shape of swords and shields covered his chest and were spreading to his limbs. At the end of the six wings behind him, The seemingly soft white feathers also showed signs of metal scales.

These signs all indicate that the true blood he just paid is not enough, and more is needed to completely distort the archangel's life form and make him a dependent. Even if he has his own wisdom and thoughts, he cannot violate it. His orders gave rise to thoughts that betrayed him.

"Gan, I hope your performance on the battlefield will be worthy of my current efforts."