Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Young little dragon, your story makes me very satisfied, then I will follow the agreement and send you a divine punishment when you need it, and it will fall on the enemy you designate.

But that's just it. As for how much damage it will cause to your enemies and the subsequent war, I will no longer intervene. "

The dragon god's figure, whose scales were the color of copper, began to gradually dissipate. She was particularly satisfied with the story that Di Rui had racked his brains to tell, so she also gave her previous promise. Di Rui, who felt extremely exhausted, Thank you quickly,

"Thank you so much!"

"Don't waste time with me, go and tell your own story. I like to listen to the history of dragons like you. I look forward to your next story."

The listener Hel disappeared completely, and Tyrell also let out a long sigh of relief, and his huge body almost collapsed to the ground.

Communicating with this dragon god, or communicating with a god-level copper dragon, is simply indescribable torture, or torture.

In comparison, Tyrell would rather arm the Kingdom of Holy Light and fight with Carlos, the King of Blue Ting, because the stories he tells are his personal experiences, but there are too many stories he has experienced and come into contact with that cannot be told. Beings and things come out, so he must conceal it and cannot even lie.

Lying to a god is an extremely stupid act. Therefore, at the request of the Dragon God, Tyrell told his personal experience. He could only selectively tell part of his experience, and this had to be done by the Dragon God. Satisfied.

Dirrell didn't know how he had managed to survive until now, and when he heard that the Dragon God was satisfied with the story he told and expressed his willingness to take action, Dirrell admired him very much.

"Scale of Justice, Landis!"

Tyrell just rested for a while, and then followed the summoning ritual given by Bahamut to contact the Arbiter of the Dragon Clan. He also served part-time as a Dragon God in the professions of Judge, Jury and Executioner.

This is simply a statement!

What descended in front of Dirrell was a majestic giant dragon with dark silvery scales. Regarding Dirrell's request and his conscious act of paying tribute to the mithril statue, the dragon god was very straightforward and agreed directly.

However, like Hel the Joke, this dragon god was only willing to send down a divine punishment rather than sending an incarnation, but it was enough for Tyrell.

After dealing with the dragon god who seemed to be the most difficult to talk to, Tyrell contacted Tamara, the dragon god who was considered the kindest and most benevolent by Bahamut.

This is a beautiful silver dragon that looks like it is shining. Her eyes exude a luster as bright as the sun. It is bright but not burning, warm and gentle, without any burning sensation.

Different from Hel, the humorous person who looks girlish and is obviously a dragon god, but gives people an unserious and unreliable joke. He is also different from the serious, simple and strict dragon judge Landis. This kind and kind The Dragon God, who sympathizes with all living things, feels like a big sister next door to Di Rui, who is warm and genial, yet tolerant of everything and can heal all wounds.

"Child of Bahamut, you summon me. What do you want from me?"

"Your Majesty Tamara, I hope to get help from you."

"Can."

"I can use orichalcum to create a statue for you as a reward for your help."

Tyrell quickly added.

"No, no, there is a dragon that should have fallen into the arms of death long ago, and now it has come to your world. Even if you don't ask me, I will send my priests and believers to your world. World, bring that dragon back to its original path.”

"Black dragon?"

The ancient dragons were aware of it, and Tyrell could naturally feel it. A black dragon with a strong undead aura that could be compared to the demigod lich entered the world of Kalros.

"Yes, the king of the swamp, Vader, is a black dragon who should have reached the end of his life two thousand years ago, but he resisted his own death and used forbidden rituals to forcibly extend his lifespan, and used the same The ritual corrupted more dragons and turned them into undead creatures, becoming a shame to the dragon clan."

Dragon God Tamara's eyes were filled with anger, which made Tyrell, who had a large number of undead creatures trapped in his hands, shrink his head unconsciously.

But he soon remembered that the batch of undead creatures he had collected were not in the same world as him, but were arranged by him in another small material world, used as production parts, and were forged all day long. Labor in the workshop.

"A dragon that is tainted with the power of death and uses forbidden rituals to forcibly extend its life. Such a guy should indeed be killed."

Di Ruier repeatedly echoed that the average lifespan of the metal dragons is basically more than twice that of the color dragons, and as an ancestral dragon, he has to double that, so he can just stand and talk without pain.

"I will help you, but you need to choose a suitable dragon for me that can be used to carry the power of my arrival."

Tamara, the Dragon God of Kindness and Compassion, stared at Dirrell for a while. Until she saw that Dirrell was a little uncomfortable and wondered if her pleasure in keeping undead was exposed, she heard this dragon God said calmly.

"We are happy to help."

Tyrell agreed immediately, because such a condition could not be called a request at all.

Because this Dragon God is truly a righteous god, it can be seen from her character and the clerical field she holds.

Therefore, it is a great privilege to be the bearer of the descending will of such gods, and it also brings inestimable benefits.

If it's evil gods like Tiamat and Mara, that's another story. They don't care about the life and death of the descending carrier, and they can squander it according to their own wishes and preferences.

"Go ahead."

A beam of divine power blooming with bright light fell, and then formed a seven-pointed star floating on the black background on Di Ruier's dragon claw. This is the emblem of the dragon god, and is used by him to choose the carrier for his descent. of.

"yes."

After finishing the exchange with the Dragon God, Dirrell let out a long sigh of relief. Although the pressure he faced increased sharply, he had received the support of so many Dragon Gods. It was considered that the overall situation was settled and there was no need to worry anymore. .

His Majesty Bahamut and the merciful and merciful Dragon God both promised to send down their incarnations, while the other two Dragon Gods promised to send down divine punishment.

Even creatures at the pinnacle of the material world will be seriously injured in the face of divine punishment. Tyrell, who has tasted divine punishment, naturally knows its power. If he had not possessed such divine things as the blood of the Star God, he would still have been able to survive at that time. You may not be able to survive it.

"It's still a little lacking."

Greed is the nature of the dragon clan. Tyrell has received so many guarantees, but he is still not satisfied. When he is sure that the battle situation on the front line can still remain stable, he temporarily withdraws from the front line.

First, he returned to Punolando to make sure that this port city was still functioning and continuously producing materials needed for various wars. Then, he flew to the Sedelin Islands. This maritime trade transfer station is now in full swing. Continuously absorbing goods from the other three continents, and then transporting them to the Sukrit continent to support the dragon war.

A considerable part of the supplies are free and provided free of charge to the resisters who insist on the front and face the threat of dragons.

Because this is a catastrophe that can sweep the world, any ruler with far-sightedness can see this, and is therefore willing to provide support in all aspects, especially material support - after all, all it takes is money, nothing else. Don't worry about it.

"What a boom!"

Appearing from the sky, looking at the prosperous scene of thousands of sails competing and thousands of ships competing in the sea below, Di Ruier couldn't help but express emotion.

On the frontline battlefield, due to the continuous battles and the continuous destruction by the elemental tide set off by the ancient dragon's every move, the western region of the Sukrit continent was already devastated, and normal intelligent races could not live in it.

It is no exaggeration to say that nearly one-fifth of the Sukrit continent has been destroyed. However, many areas on the continent have become more prosperous because of this war that affected nearly half of the continent.

"let me see."

Tyrell's eyes roamed the Sun Palace and soon found a small shrine placed right under his nose in a hidden corner of his palace.

What is enshrined among them is naturally the Queen of Five Colored Dragons and the mother of evil dragons.

In fact, it is not too surprising that the altar of the evil god will appear in his palace. After all, he has gradually neglected the control of this palace over the years, and a large number of dragon attendants and ocean giants have been captured by him. After being transferred away, this magnificent palace city has gradually been occupied by the colorful dragon clan. Among them, the dragons who believe in the Mother of Dragons will naturally toss with such small ornaments secretly.

Placed in this shrine is a rough statue of a god made of clay. If it weren't for the sinister and evil power lingering on it, no one would have imagined that this could actually be a statue of a god.

"Tiamat, I want to talk to you."

Arriving in front of this shrine, Tyrell spoke calmly with no respect.

"What a rude child. Is this what Bahamut taught you?"

The splendid and dazzling evil five-color divine light suddenly lit up. Originally, it was only placed in a corner of the palace complex. The barely noticeable shrine began to enlarge in front of Di Ruier, and the simple and rough eaves began to become wider and wider. Stronger and stronger, the thin branches turned into towering marble columns, and everything changed.

The gorgeous and glorious palace suddenly opened in front of Di Ruier. Inside the palace, a huge monster with five ferocious heads and three long tails appeared in front of him.

Mother of Dragons, Tiamat

Tyrell was not surprised at all that this evil god appeared in front of him so easily, because when he saw the shrine, he knew how much the mother of evil dragons cared about him.

Because normally, a shrine of this size and level cannot have divine power. Such a simple thing should be the same as a toy made of mud by a naughty boy. There will be no difference.

But something that seemed so irrational existed, so Tyrell was not polite and called him by his name. As expected, the evil god appeared in front of him.

"You actually know what etiquette is? I thought you didn't need these."

Tyrell maintained the most basic respect for the Dragon God, but the words in his words showed no respect.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I just remembered some of the things you did in the past. I don't think you are a dragon who pays attention to these things."

"What an unreasonable and presumptuous little guy, but I forgive your offense. In contrast, I want to listen more. Did you find my reason?"

The five heads looked at Tyrell from different directions. Each head had a different look in its eyes, which seemed to symbolize the different thoughts of the Mother of Dragons.

"You are disappointed with your father, so you want to fall into my arms?"

"This is impossible to happen, so you don't have to be wishful thinking. My father is very good to me."

"But your mother will be better to you."

"Really? If you can take action now and kill Carlos, then I will believe you."

Tyrell took advantage of the situation.

"Carlos? Hoho, it seems that my child has really troubled you, and you actually asked me to beg you."

The ferocious and majestic red dragon head laughed.

"I think you misunderstood what I meant. This is not a prayer. It's just that I don't like trouble when doing things and like to do it to the best at the first time. So I want to add another layer of insurance."

"what you up to?"

"I would like to ask you, how much does it cost for you to descend an incarnation?"

"..."

In an instant, the magnificent palace fell into absolute silence. Even the five-color dragon mother with five brains for thinking could not help but fall into silence at this moment.

Ten eyes of different colors stared at Tyrell without blinking, and then one of the heads laughed, and the other heads also laughed, as if they had heard something extremely incredible. And that's exactly what happened.

"Jiejie, are you crazy, or is the world crazy? The hypocrite's descendant actually asked me, how much money do I need to pay to kill my descendant?!"

Boom!

Seeing the five-color dragon mother who was laughing endlessly, Di Ruier took out a piece of smelted fine gold and smashed it on the ground. The dull sound instantly stopped the dragon queen's laughter.

"Have you laughed enough? If not, please restrain yourself. I am asking you very seriously and making a request."

"Aren't you fooling me?"

Looking at the adamantine ingot thrown out by Tyrell, Tiamat couldn't help but show surprise. She thought that this little metal dragon came here specially to tease her. Anyway, it has done this in its long history. There were quite a few dragons, and she was almost used to them.

"of course not."

"Do you think any mother would have the heart to hurt her own child?"

"Do you think any of the chromatic dragons who are hostile to me regards you as a mother?"

"Mothers don't need a reason to love and protect their children. Although they don't respect me, I still love them."

Boom! Boom!

Tyrell dropped two more pieces.

"For disobedient children, a qualified mother always needs to take timely measures to discipline them."

"I hope you can take good care of Carlos."

"He is my best and most beloved son, you have to add some more."