Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

In a sea cliff cave carved out by constant waves, a giant beast less than forty meters long was curled up in the deepest part of the cave. Its skinny body looked ferocious, but its eyes were full of fear.

This is the smallest ancient dragon Tyrell has ever seen. There is almost no flesh and blood on the hideous and thin body. It is simply a huge dragon-shaped skeleton covered with a layer of scales. Sharp bone spurs can be seen in many places. Pierced through the scales and exposed, this is a skeletal dragon, with an aura of filth and decay lingering on its body.

Tyrell could hear the sound of the beating heart in the dragon's chest, and felt the condensed and tenacious vitality, the power of life and death, appearing on this monster at the same time, but this balance was extremely easy to be broken. .

Black dragons are the dragons that are most likely to degenerate into lichs. After all, among the dragons, only white dragons are weaker than them. Therefore, in order to pursue power, they will not hesitate to abandon their lives, honor, and everything else.

Of course, whether it is the ancient black dragon that has been exposed to the power of death or the fallen dracolich, there is no difference to Tyriel, who is currently elemental and rules a sea area.

"Your Majesty Carlos!"

Looking at the waves rushing into the dragon's nest under the cliff and swallowing him, the ancient black dragon set off a huge torrent of death energy and wanted to resist. Thousands of sea clan undead rushed out from all over the cliff cave. This was In the army of undead slaves he created, every undead was carefully selected and put into his efforts.

Unfortunately, facing Tyrell, who had merged into the ocean at this moment and stirred up tremendous power, these undead souls were like grasshoppers blocking the wheel, turning into bones and debris as the waves rolled over them.

Facing the vast sea with its own will, the undead army that can easily destroy a country and turn a country into a dead zone without the restriction of legend is crushed to death in an instant and turned into dust.

Not only the undead army, but also the ancient black dragon that made the entire cliff tremble and crack, was also swept into the tide along with the collapsed and falling rocks.

"Dirrell!"

Angry voices rang out from the thundercloud-filled sky, and the thousand-foot-high mountain cliff was completely overturned by an unspeakable terrifying force. At this moment, the sea and sky were filled with thunder, which was caused by a furious ancestral dragon. Demonstrated talent.

However, this extremely oppressive force, and even the horrific natural disaster that allowed Anya, the mage who teleported Diril here, to escape, did not change the situation of the ancient black dragon that was swept into the sea at all.

Dark golden light shimmered in the water, and the power of control from higher latitudes invaded the body of the ancient black dragon roughly and brutally. The skull-shaped ancient dragon struggled painfully.

He helplessly stretched out his dragon claws towards the Blue Ting King who was hovering in the sky, controlling billions of thunders, and roaring. His desperate eyes and miserable expression made the Evil Dragon King even more angry.

This metal dragon, who was infinitely weaker than him and could only compete with him with the help of a suit composed of six artifacts, actually forcibly enslaved his subordinates right under his nose.

This was not the first dragon, but it was the last dragon he brought to the Sukrit continent. The other four dragons had already fallen into the hands of this metal dragon.

Three members of the same race who had previously obeyed his orders launched an attack on him under the command of that powerful force. Although it was a rather weak attack, it was enough to prove the terrifying power of the ring in this dragon's hand. at.

"I will definitely catch you and nail your body to the highest mountain in the Sukrit continent. I will make your blood stain the mountains. I will make the red dragon roast your internal organs and the green dragon to torture you." Your muscles and bones will cause the black dragon to corrode your eyes and mouth, and I will make you live in endless pain and torture for the rest of your life..."

The magnificent dragon, which is nearly eighty meters long and whose scales shine like diamonds, hovers in the sky. Every time it breathes and every time it flaps its wings, countless thunder surges, turning into thunderstorms and sweeping across the sky. .

But this ancestral dragon, which seemed to represent the will of the sky, only hovered above the ocean, with no intention of rushing into the sea that stretched for hundreds of miles below to save its subordinates.

Even gods are dependent on the combat environment, let alone an ancestral dragon that still stays in the material world. As a giant dragon that likes to live in dry environments for a long time, the ocean is, for the blue dragon, Definitely one of the worst places to be.

The strong strength can ignore all this, but the King of Lan Ting is extra cautious, because the dragon clan that is stirring up this sea area at the moment holds an artifact that can make him fall.

Therefore, he will never put himself in danger, even if after this battle, he will be disgraced and the empire he rules will face unprecedented challenges.

But none of this is as important as his life safety. Since he can build an empire, he can naturally build it again. As long as he is alive, the empire will always be there.

If he fell because of this, even if the empire could still be maintained, what would it mean to him?

"Hahaha, the evil dragon king from the continent of Elmond, when did you become a famous master of comedy and jokes?"

Between the sea and the sky, where only the roar of thunder was left, the snow-white waves surged with the tide, converging into a dragon head that was a hundred meters high. The pair of dragon eyes that shone with dazzling golden light reflected the waves hovering in the sky. Blue dragon in the sky.

"Having such an outstanding talent, you must not waste it. I am willing to invest in building the most luxurious tavern in the world in my city, and hire you to perform on stage with a high salary. As for the content, what you are saying now It’s very good.”

"Dirrell, I just withdrew once and you were so complacent? Do you think I can't pose a threat to you?"

Dragons are extremely arrogant creatures, and the Evil Dragon King is even more extremely arrogant and conceited. The reason why he doesn't care about some criticism and sarcasm is because he doesn't take the creatures who have made such comments and abuses to him into consideration at all.

However, Carlos would never tolerate dragons at the same level as him treating him with such contempt.

"You can come down and try!"

In the elemental state, Tyrell, who was integrated with the sea, challenged the ancestral dragon without any timidity. He admitted that it would be difficult for him to defeat the Blue Ting King in a head-on confrontation, and he considered defeating him. Even killing him is a long way off.

But now, with the sea at his back, and he possesses such special innate power, no matter how strong Carlos is, he can never threaten his life unless he has the power to evaporate hundreds of miles of sea and wipe it out in an instant.

But this is impossible. Unless the gods enter the material world in their true form and exert their divine power unscrupulously, it is impossible for even gods in the state of saints to do such a thing.

"Do you think I don't dare?"

It seems that under Di Ruier's continuous provocation, the last heartstring of the King of Blue Ting, called reason, finally broke. He entered a state of rage and dived from the sky to the sea, endless thunder lingering on his body. It was like an ocean formed from thunder collapsed, pouring into the surging sea.

In fact, it was not much different. In the hundreds of miles of sea, lightning surged in an instant. In an instant, under the impact of the destructive sea of ​​thunder, millions of corpses were floating on the sea surface.

However, the impact of the thunder sea not only did not cause any harm to Tyrell, but instead further expanded his ocean domain.

"Carlos, even if you dare to rush into the ocean, what can you do? You can't save this dragon, you can only watch me enslave him."

Tyrell did not launch an attack on Carlos who rushed into the ocean. Instead, he transformed into a thousand-meter-long sea dragon, controlled the ocean currents, and rolled up the ancient black dragon, which was still struggling but getting weaker and weaker, before Lan Ting. in front of the king.

Later, Tyrell, who had a bad taste, manifested the Ring of Control, blatantly aroused the power of control, and in front of Carlos, severely invaded the black dragon's body with the power of control mixed with his own spiritual power. , causing him to howl and whine in pain.

"No, don't, Your Majesty, I will never be a slave. Your Majesty Carlos, please save me!"

The black dragon was really about to burst into tears at this moment. Even decades ago, when he was violently surrendered by the evil dragon king Carlos, he had never been as desperate and powerless as he is today.

No matter how he struggles or resists, it is just a joke to the sea area that stretches for hundreds of miles. All attacks fall into the sea water. Although his breath can pollute the sea water, for a sea area, even if it is What if he vomited out the dragon's breath? It's not as good as restoring the ocean's self-purification ability.

"Okay, okay, stop screaming. Just forget it. I'll forgive you for being ignorant. From today on, he is no longer your Majesty, but you need to face him. sworn enemy."

The sea dragon entrenched in the ocean, with its dragon eyes shining with faint golden light, looked at Carlos who had turned into an electric thunder dragon, and became more and more arrogant.

There's no way, you only have one chance, if you miss it, it's gone. Only in the sea could Tyriel have the capital to engage in such a confrontation with the Blue Ting King. If it were on land, he would not be able to be so arrogant.

Although he can transform into a storm dragon, the authority held by this blue dragon in this regard is not much weaker than his. This was already verified when he fought with it on the bay.

If you don't take advantage of this opportunity to be arrogant, if you miss it, there may not be a next time, because the next war will be fought on land, not at sea.

If the nesting place chosen by the black dragon he finally targeted this time was not so special, how could he have such a chance?

"You should call me Dragon Lord now!"

With the help of the power of the Ring of Dominance, Diriel successfully left his own mark on the ancient black dragon. He can be said to be ambitious, arrogant, and extremely arrogant.

"Dirrell!"

Carlos didn't know how much seawater had evaporated, but he also knew that he was doing useless work. He stared at the elemental sea dragon that was about to surround him, word by word.

"Is something wrong?"

Tyrell has a lot of time to relax.

"I give you one last chance to dedicate this ring to me. I allow you to keep all the remaining artifacts and all my daughters. You can choose as you like, even if you want them all.

I will give you the greatest power besides me, and you will have supreme glory and a status second only to me in my empire. "

Carlos made what he considered to be the most sincere terms. He was extremely eager to bring this ancestral metal dragon under his command. All these promises he made would be fulfilled one by one as long as the dragon in front of him nodded and agreed. .

Unfortunately,

"really?"

"nature."

"What a pity. If only you had come to me and said this to me when I had just broken the eggshell and looked at the world for the first time.

At that time, I must have nodded and agreed to be your lieutenant without even thinking about it. Unfortunately, I have something wrong with my neck now, and I really can't go down. I also have some problems with my legs and feet, and I don't want to stand under other dragons. "

Tyrell's tone was rather regretful, but his words were spoken sincerely. When he was born, he was very confused and frightened.

"It seems that you must fight to the death with me?"

"Of course, you are a color dragon, and I am a metal dragon. If there is a fight and conflict between us, naturally only one dragon can survive."

Tyrell made no secret of his murderous intention towards Carlos.

"You are the stupidest dragon I have ever seen. The origin of the struggle between the color dragon clan and the metal dragon clan is just two dragon gods. For their grudge, you are willing to sacrifice your life."

"Make no mistake, Carlos, I want to kill you just because I want to kill you, not because any god has given me a will."

"Really, then I can tell you now that this war between the metal dragon and the color dragon will definitely end with your defeat."

"Where did you get your confidence? Is it because you waited until adulthood to become a legend?"

Tyrell sneered and dismissed it. This war has just begun. This guy unilaterally announced in front of him that he had won and he was the loser. How ridiculous it sounded.

"With that said, you are also very suitable to perform at the most famous theater in Punolando."

"Dirrell, I'm different from you. Why do you think I made my blood return to the ancestors and advance to become an ancestral dragon?"

In response to Tyrell's cynicism, Carlos' eyes gradually turned cold. He had a confidence that this dragon could never imagine or understand.

"Five Color Dragon Mother?"

Dirrell casually guessed that without the intervention and guidance of the gods, the ancestral dragon would not have appeared.

"I have nothing to do with Him, nor with any Dragon God. My birth is the will of the world. I am the conqueror of destiny, the king of dragons chosen by the world!"