Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"I am destiny!"

In the surging sea tide, Tyrell, who had cut off all the ancient dragon wings of Carlos, the King of Blue Thunder, was slightly stunned when he heard the other party's declaration to him, and then let out a loud smile that resounded throughout the hundreds of miles of sea. Voice.

"Hahaha, yes, it's really good. I am the conqueror chosen by the world. I am destiny. Hahaha, it's so interesting. It's so attractive. Just this sentence will definitely set off the Grand Theater. atmosphere.”

"Since you don't believe what I say, then wait and see, you will know what destiny is!"

Carlos, who had neither rescued his last ancient dragon vassal nor brought Diriel under his command, no longer had any nostalgia. With a dazzling lightning flash, the sea area taken over by Diriel exploded, leaving behind The next water column rose into the sky and disappeared after the mist filled the air.

"Leaving now? It's so neat and tidy!"

It was a pity to see the Evil Dragon King withdrawing without any attachment. He also wanted to give the Blue Ting King another try in this home environment that was completely conducive to him. See how far you are from him.

"His Majesty?!"

The ancient black dragon, whose body and soul had been imprinted by Diriel with the Ring of Dominance, looked at the empty water in front of him with dull eyes. He never expected that he would be killed by a man under the eyes of his majesty. Not only was the metal dragon forcibly enslaved, but his majesty actually withdrew.

The indestructible and invincible impression that Carlos, the Blue Ting King, left in his heart began to gradually collapse. He found that this ancestral dragon did not seem to be as strong as he imagined. When facing a helpless enemy, he could only You can choose to retreat in embarrassment.

Snapped!

The dragon's claws lingering in the thunder light streaked through the sea water, leaving behind an afterimage. Along with the roar and concussion sound like a volcanic eruption, it rippled in the sea water. Every scale of the black dragon exuded a strong necromantic aura. His head suddenly tilted, and the broken scales mixed with a few dragon horns flew out.

"I just told you that that was your last chance to call him your majesty. Now, you don't have your majesty, only me, the dragon master."

Dirrell dragged this ancient black dragon, which was a bit thin for him, in front of him. At this moment, he had been released from the elemental transformation and regained his flesh and blood body.

At present, the elemental body consumes a lot of money on him, placing an extremely heavy load on his soul.

After all, in this state, by integrating into the ocean, one can gain authority similar to that of a god. This is naturally impossible without paying some price.

"Do you understand? Old Long!"

"Ming...understand."

Ancient Black Dragon nodded hurriedly in response.

The original ancestral dragon had been retreated, so why did he need to hold on? The Color Dragon Clan has no moral integrity and loyalty to the city. Submitting allegiance to the strong is a matter of course in the eyes of the Color Dragon.

Of course, the moment the situation of strength and weakness reverses, that is when the color dragon takes revenge. No chromatic dragon can tolerate being enslaved unless the enslaver can maintain an overwhelming power advantage.

"Come over if you understand."

Tyrell put this black dragon into the Ring of Control, and put away several other dragons. Without staying too much in this sea area, he opened a space door and returned to Luoye City.

"Your Excellency Tyrell, it's really great that you can come back safely."

Anya, the mage who had already returned from running away, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Di Ruier's figure reappearing.

She couldn't imagine how much she would have to do to make up for her guilt if this dragon was intercepted and killed by Carlos, the King of Blue Ting, because of her.

"Calm down. This is not a normal thing. It's not the first time I've faced that guy Carlos. This time it's my home court. He can't do anything to me."

Tyrell's face was filled with a look of confidence and a smile.

"Anyway, it's great that you're okay. Even if we failed this time, we successfully captured four ancient dragons."

Anya breathed a sigh of relief, then seemed to be worried about Tyrell's mood, and comforted her.

"What four?"

Tyrell showed confusion in his eyes, and with a slight wave, a skinny skeleton dragon fell to the high platform of the mage tower.

"With this one added, shouldn't it be five? Did I count wrongly?"

"Your Excellency Tyrell."

Seeing the ancient black dragon with obvious injuries, Anya exclaimed, and then couldn't help but open any door and teleport to another direction, facing the ancient black dragon from a distance across Diriel.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing the strange behavior of this little mage, Tyrell couldn't help but wonder.

"I'm really sorry, I can't stand the rotten smell on this skeleton dragon."

The female mage with a girl-like face gently covered her mouth and nose with an apologetic look in her eyes.

"What I should be sorry for is that I didn't consider your feelings and soiled your mage tower."

Di Ruier took back the filthy black dragon. There is a saying that the black dragon should be the most disgusting and filthy dragon among the five-color dragon tribe, while the white dragon is much cleaner than it.

"This is nothing compared to your illustrious achievements."

Anya, who activated the self-cleansing circle in the mage tower, became visibly excited, her eyes sparkling, because she had just experienced a major event that could have a profound impact on historical events, and her name, It can also be engraved in history and never be forgotten.

"What a remarkable achievement, it's just a matter of catching a few dragons."

Tyrell laughed loudly.

"You captured five ancient dragons. The offensive of Carlos, the King of Blue Ting, against our Sukrit continent was collapsed. You are the undisputed guardian of our continent."

Anya praised sincerely, these words were her heartfelt praise, and she did not feel that she was exaggerating at all.

After all, they are still five ancient dragons. Although they have no resistance against Diriel, if the short-lived species were to form a team to deal with it, the five ancient dragons would have to pay at least ten legendary casualties.

Therefore, those kingdom-level forces only deal with it perfunctorily and are unwilling to send out real high-end combat forces to fight against the dragons. Even legends will fall at any time and suffer heavy losses, which will directly affect the fate of the country.

"Hahaha, that's an exaggeration. The actual effect of our action this time may not be as good as you imagined. The Blue Ting King's offensive will be slowed down, but it will never collapse because of this."

"Why? There are no ancient dragons under the command of the King of Blue Ting anymore. If he summons the ancient dragons from Elmond Continent again, what will he do to maintain his rule on that continent? The voice of freedom that resists him is in his hands. After becoming hegemonic, it never disappeared."

Anya was a little confused.

"The King of Blue Ting can't bring the ancient dragon from Elmond Continent. It doesn't mean that he doesn't have the ancient dragon under his command. You underestimate him too much."

Tyrell shook his head, but he didn't intend to explain too much. He was currently struggling with another issue.

What does Carlos call destiny?

As an ancestral blue dragon, Carlos must have a big secret, and having the full support of a god behind him is considered low.

His talent is exaggerated. Even so, Tyrell will not underestimate Carlos, because this ancestral blue dragon has in fact become the overlord of the continent and is powerful in the world.

If what Carlos said is true, it would be particularly terrifying if he rose to become the Ancestral Dragon without the help of any gods, but relied on the so-called destiny.

Tyrell didn't know what the so-called destiny was, but he speculated that it was probably like Petraka, whose subordinates worked hard for him. He was the protagonist of the era who carried the will of the world and great destiny.

This is the protagonist who can save the world or promote the development of the world. Such a being can do things in the world almost as he pleases, and he can do everything he wants. Even if he encounters setbacks, he can quickly recover his losses. This is a story novel The protagonist in.

Being an enemy of the destiny legend who is favored by the world is a clearly marked taboo even in the inherited memory of the ancestral dragon.

That is to say, when Tyrell was thinking about the so-called destiny in Carlos's mouth, Carlos, who had suffered successive blows and setbacks, had already arrived at an ancient castle built among the mountains.

The dragons guarding the entrance of the castle saw that the sky had become completely dark and dark after His Majesty's return. No one dared to make even the slightest discordant sound for fear of attracting the attention of the evil dragon king. .

Carlos, whose chest was filled with rage, entered the depths of the castle and began to communicate with the five-color dragon allies in other planes.

Five Color Parliament!

"Jie Jie Jie, look, isn't this His Majesty Carlos, who has the strongest bloodline and the highest talent in our five-color council? How did you become like this? You have encountered something unhappy. Tell me and make me happy. one time?"

The red gold gemstone on its chest reflected the red dragon's radiance comparable to the blazing sun. It was soaked in the magma pool, as if it had nothing to do with itself and was just hanging high to watch the fun.

"Carlos, what happened to you? Why do you look so shocked?"

"Do you need help? As long as you can pay the price, my children can work for you at any time, including me, and I can also work for you."

The elegant-looking green dragon clings to a crisp branch and leaf, its tone is gentle and kind, like an amiable and kind elder.

"It looks like our ancestral dragon needs our aid."

The evil dragon kings in various planes were spying on the newly-joined Blue Ting King, with various attitudes including ridicule, sarcasm, and concern, but these could not hide their common purpose, which was to deal with The spying and coveting of the plane where this ancestral blue dragon is located.

A material interface that can give birth to multiple ancestral dragons. If there is nothing special in it, no dragon is willing to believe it.

"I lost five ancient dragon subordinates in one day."

Facing those mocking and sarcastic looks, Carlos spoke with a cold tone. Immediately, the eyes of all the evil dragon kings also focused on each other, asking for details.

"What happened? Did you encounter any troublesome existence? An ancient golden dragon descended from the lower realm?"

It's no wonder that some dragons would make such a guess. After all, the five ancient dragons, no matter which ancient dragon they are, are enough to dominate and dominate in any plane.

"There is no ancient golden dragon, only an ancestral bronze dragon. I need your help. Each of your dragons will send a dragon of no less than the fifth level of the legend to assist me."

Carlos didn't explain too much, he just described his loss, as for Tyrell's Ring of Command. Again, if given the chance, he would take it into his own hands instead of revealing his existence to the Five Colors Council.

These guys have partially similar personalities to him. Because of this, they were able to form this extremely special five-color dragon force.

"Legendary level five? This is too low. I should go over there in person to support you!"

The Red Dragon King with the Sun God Crystal embedded in his chest was quite attentive and took the initiative.

"My world can't tolerate your existence. You'd better save it. I can't let you come here."

Carlos had a tough attitude and directly rejected the dragon king's request.

They spy on each other's world, and if given the chance, they will kill or enslave each other without hesitation, accepting everything the other has.

Taking advantage of a weak point is just basic behavior for an evil dragon who has no sense of morality.

"Jiejie, I'm just asking casually. If you don't want to, forget it. But, how much are you prepared to pay to hire my slave?"

The Red Dragon King was not annoyed at being rejected, but his tone changed and he became concerned about the reward that Carlos could offer.

"Of course I won't let you down."

Carlos, who had plundered and hoarded half of the continent's wealth, was not short of payment for the arrival of the ancient dragon. After a brief discussion, an ancient dragon burning with blazing fire came across the border from the world where the Red Dragon King lived.

"This is the craziest dragon under my command, the Abyss Demonic Heart. I think you need such a dragon very much."

The Red Dragon King was somewhat proud to introduce his most capable subordinate.

"What happened to his heart?"

Carlos just took a look and discovered the major problem hidden in this ancient dragon sent by the Red Dragon King. This was a dragon without a heart.

"He had bad luck. He provoked a family of divine beings blessed by an artifact, and then his heart was destroyed by the artifact's projection. Since then, his heart has never been able to grow out, so I found a new one for him. heart."

The Red Dragon King said casually, and then he added,

"But don't worry, although his heart is not his, his performance on the battlefield will not disappoint you."

"Whose idea was it to stuff a living Balor Fire Demon into the chest cavity as a heart?"

Carlos looked at the ancient red dragon in front of him with the nickname "Devil Heart". Such a title was quite appropriate.

"His own thoughts."

"Very good, but do you still have the courage to face the artifact?"

Carlos thought of the several pieces of equipment with sacred properties in Tyrell's hands. Originally, these artifacts had no special damage to the dragon clan, but now it was different.

"Of course, are there gods descendants here? I can't wait to tear their bodies apart, chew their flesh and blood, and taste the taste of their wailing souls."

The ancient red dragon, which had obvious abyssal features on its body, showed a bloodthirsty expression.