Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"So what about destiny? It's just destiny in a world."

The majestic dragon like an emperor walked slowly in the void and stepped onto a magnificent altar. Golden light rose into the sky and turned into a river of light. It soon merged in front of him and penetrated time and space. A door to a foreign land.

"How many worlds can you hold back?"

The dragon's eyes cast into the foreign world on the other side of time and space. A hill made of silver-white metal was placed in front of the vortex of time and space. Not far from this metal hill, there was a group of blooming flowers suspended in mid-air. A warm yellow glow of light, with weak spiritual power flowing between each other.

"god?"

"god!"

"god!?"

The Void Altar can solve the major difficulty of communication in foreign time and space. Even different intelligent species can convey their own meanings and let the other party understand.

However, the group of warm yellow lights that appeared in front of him this time made Di Ruier particularly confused, because these elemental life forms were too weak, so weak that their thoughts were extremely pure, and the thoughts they conveyed were even easier. understand.

This group of little light groups regarded him as a god!

Because they are too weak, so weak that they cannot be compared with any existence that Tyrell has previously communicated with through the Void Altar, not even the researchers of the Silos Civilization, let alone existences such as the Fear Demon God.

It is obvious that this group of warm yellow light groups gathered together formed a tribe, and they even knew how to collect special items to hold sacrifices. The reason why Tyrell appeared in front of them was because of the sacrifices offered by these weak elemental beings.

Mithril!

A metal mountain that is nearly ten meters high and composed of high-purity mithril ore. The silver-white brilliance attracts the attention of dragons so much that Tyrell's attention always falls on it unconsciously. On a mithril mine.

For Tyrell, ordinary precious metals such as gold and silver have no appeal to him, but the same is not true for magical metals with special effects such as mithril and fine gold.

This is the precious metal that perfectly meets his requirements for the Void Altar. It is large in quantity and common, and is extremely attractive to dragons, making them irresistible.

Not to mention ordinary dragons, even Dirrell himself had a hard time looking away because he found that there was something very wrong with the world where these elemental lifeforms lived. They seemed to be on a huge mine vein, and the mithril was also It's just one of them, there are various other extraordinary metals.

This also explains why such a weak group of elemental beings can gather a pile of high-purity mithril ore as a sacrifice to pray to the unknown existence in the void.

If this kind of behavior were placed in the material world with a normal resource structure, it would be a group of short-lived species picking up a pile of black mud with extremely rich soil fertility, and arranging it into a pile of mud mountains for sacrifice.

The possibility of receiving a response to such a sacrifice was slim. Anyway, Tyrell could not imagine any existence that would like a pile of black mud.

But we can't completely deny the possibility of this happening. After all, billions of planes represent infinite possibilities, and it's not surprising that anything happens.

However, this analogy is not correct. After all, the world environment communicated by the Void Altar is too abnormal, and the extraordinary metal resources contained are so abundant that even the weakest elemental life in the local world can easily pick it up. get.

"What do you need?"

Tyrell cast a thought and asked. He did not pretend to show off the so-called majesty of the gods, because he doubted whether these elemental life forms with extremely simple structures could understand them.

"Don't be eaten..."

"Survive!"

"Want to live."

"shelter!"

"Stronger power."

Following Tyriel's thought, these little things that exuded a warm yellow luster soon conveyed a simple, but extremely sad request.

Dirrell just pondered for a moment after summarizing the messy thoughts to survive.

"I can give you the power to make you strong and able to protect yourself."

After the Void Altar opens time and space, if you want to get what you want from the existence that is communicated and connected by the Void Altar, you need to pay something of equal value that the other party recognizes.

Tyrell cannot protect them for a long time, because he can't stay here forever, let alone project power to the other side of time and space, but it really couldn't be easier to promote such a group of weak elemental life forms.

"god!"

The ideas conveyed by the warm yellow light group tended to be consistent, and the slowly rotating light sand at the edge of the space-time vortex suddenly rippled. These little things agreed.

So, with a slight tap of Dirrell's fingertips, he threw a golden scale with an azure gradient color on the edge towards the space-time vortex. The moment the scale touched the vortex, it turned into golden light and spread to the foreign land. At the same moment, the hill made of mithril turned into a stream of light and flew towards the altar where Diril was.

The scales peeled off from the ancestral dragon fell in front of this group of weak elemental beings, and the high-purity mithril ore they collected also appeared in front of Dirrell.

Zila~

Even if it is a scale that peels off, some of Direal's power still remains on it. After being separated from Diril, this scale can also be suspended in the air, absorbing free elements, and slowly growing itself.

If given time, this scale might turn into a strange object with special effects, or even evolve into some kind of intelligent life form with a special form.

However, now, this scale is a sacred object given by God!

Although Tyrell did not think that he was a god, this group of small light groups who received answers to their prayers and received gifts did not think so.

This group of small light groups, numbering no more than a hundred, scrambled to surround the golden scales suspended in the air, flashing with lightning from time to time. The circle of small light groups closest to them quickly received the gift.

electric shock!

When they were struck by lightning, their seemingly non-threatening and even warm luster quickly changed. A touch of dark blue emerged at their core, and there were also arcs as thin as hair on their bodies. Wandering appears on the table.

These light balls that just seemed to make people want to hold them in their hands and rub them twice, now look quite irritating and make people dare not get close to them at will.

"Collect mithril and give it to me, and I will give you more gifts."

Looking at the elemental beings that had evolved and mutated under the influence of this fallen scale, Tyrell made a request to them, because Tyrell was worried that if he didn't make the request in time, these little guys might be swallowed up in the next moment. Lost.

You can earn as much as you want. If possible, you have to find a way to establish a stable communication and transaction channel with the stronger elemental life forms in the world.

Because these extraordinary metals, which have extremely high value no matter in which plane they are in, are indispensable in this world and can be said to be found everywhere.

"oracle!"

"Collect silver and iron!"

Dirrell's will was quickly implemented. Under the influence of the power of these dragon scales, the mutated electric light balls quickly flew in all directions, and then in Dirrell's speechless eyes, another ball was sent to them one by one. High-purity mithril ores of similar size were pushed in front of the space-time vortex.

"?"

Although it was very clear that exchanging a fallen scale for such a huge amount of mithril was earned with blood, seeing the way these little guys collected mithril, Tyrell still had the illusion that he was being prostituted for nothing.

Because the analogy he just made is not wrong. These little guys are really picking up the rocks and soil of their native world, and then praying to the great beings in the dark world to protect them.

If it were any slightly normal world and a creature at the bottom made such a move, there would be almost no possibility of attracting the attention of a powerful creature. Even if it was really attracted, the possibility of being killed by a single thought would be high. Bigger.

However, who can make these little things live well? Mithril is an extraordinary metal that is extremely stretchable, has several times the physical properties of fine steel, and has extremely strong elemental affinity. It is extremely powerful in most planes. Best selling, demand exceeds supply.

But in their world, they are everywhere and can be picked up easily. It is simply unreasonable. Even a dragon like Tyrell, who thinks that his materialistic desires are extremely shallow, can't help but blush.

If he could enter this world, the ancestral blue dragon Carlos would be bullshit to him. He could even summon all the ancient dragons in the metal dragon book that the Platinum Dragon God gave him at once.

That was a torrent that could crush everything, let alone the ancestral dragon. Even Tiamat, who came in the form of a saint, would be crushed into rubbish.

Tyrell didn't know whether a god could be killed if he had enough money, but any being who was still at the legendary level, even the incarnation of a god, would have to be crushed.

"God's grace!"

"God's gift!"

Hundreds of small electric dumplings gathered on a piled mithril mine hill again, and once again offered sacrifices to Diriel. Although Diriel was extremely speechless, he still reluctantly removed this pile of mithril as before. The mine took it in, and then dropped another scale.

"strength!"

The elemental bodies that drew power from the dragon scales became more powerful. They flew into the distance and continued to collect the mithril ore that Tyrell needed.

However, there are still very few ores scattered on the ground, and more mithril ores are condensed into the earth. But these little guys quickly learned how to use their newly acquired power to bombard the earth to collect more of ore.

Tyrell watched all this silently. This was the time and space transaction that made him feel the most sad. Every transaction in the past gave Tyrell a feeling of making a lot of money.

But this time, he felt that the little guys opposite him were making a lot of money. They were able to obtain the gift of strength from his noble ancestral dragon just by digging mines and soil. It was hard to even tell him about it. Confidence.

However, Mithril was so fragrant that Dirrell couldn't refuse it, so he watched silently as the increasingly powerful elemental bodies, nourished by the power of the dragon scales, began to scurry around.

The altar seemed to know Dirrell's thoughts, and the perspective began to gradually stretch upward, allowing Dirrell to always have a commanding view of the movement trajectories of all elemental bodies.

These elemental bodies soon came into contact with other elements, running away, chasing, chasing away... meeting, devouring, becoming powerful... avoiding, asking for help, besieging, defeating, devouring...

The weak eat the strong, the fittest survive, the most primitive and pure jungle law is performed in front of Diriel. Although there is no blood and flesh flowing, it is no better than any fight in the jungle. The loser does not even have a trace. Won't stay.

Tyrell could clearly see that there were no flesh-and-blood creatures in this special world because there was no material that could support the survival activities of flesh-and-blood creatures.

The earth here is formed by the mixture and condensation of veins of various extraordinary metals. Not even a single weed can grow due to the special earth structure.

Not even plants can survive, let alone animals. However, the seemingly desolate world is not silent. There are a large number of elemental life forms here. They were born from the sky and the earth. After they were born, they began to pursue their instincts. , swallowing elemental bodies similar to his own strength to further strengthen himself.

However, there is also the concept of a group, where elemental bodies know how to help each other and cooperate together. They form an elemental tribe and fight between the sky and the earth. They have stronger survival and competitiveness than elemental bodies acting alone.

The Xiaohuang Tuan who sacrificed to Direal were such an elemental tribe, but they were the weakest. Of course, after making many sacrifices to Diril and receiving the gift of dragon scales, they were no longer weak. , has become a regional hegemon.

The original harmless-looking appearance has also changed into ball-shaped lightning that travels between the sky and the earth.

The powerful power made them gradually forget their initial fear and timidity. They turned from weak elemental bodies that were afraid of being swallowed and longed for survival into predators. These little things not only hunt for prey, they also vent their power. Demonstrates authority and even destroys other elementals.

"Aren't you going to offer sacrifices to me?"

Diriel, who threw away more than a dozen dragon scales, couldn't help but shake his head when he saw that these elemental bodies were so immersed in the power he had given them that they even forgot to collect mithril mines.

These guys got a little carried away. In a world with such rich extraordinary resources, some incredibly powerful beings can naturally be born. These little guys just became overlords in the surrounding area. To put it simply, they were overlords of the ravines.

"Tsk, these should be able to summon a few ancient dragons."

Dirrell glanced at the mountains of mithril in front of him. This was not an exaggerated description, but it was true. These mithril mines really piled up into a mine that was several times larger than his size. Because these mithril mines were The content of silver is extremely high, and only a little refining is needed to obtain pure mithril.