Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

Chapter 304 You lack an undead king

"Dirrell, it's really you, you've actually grown so big."

Aslan's soul body looked up at the giant dragon entrenched at the highest point of the hall. The six dragon horns extending backwards from different angles looked like a crown, with gold as the main body and green, blue and purple as the main body. Coupled with the silver-white scales on its underbelly, it looks like a pair of dragon-shaped armor, possessing the dignity and majesty of an emperor.

However, the soul body of the king who had already reached the soul level during his lifetime was still able to remain calm and communicate with such a majestic dragon, but this was a pain for the two mortals who came with him.

Although they are all adventurers who have trained their bodies and have mastered a certain amount of strength, this strength makes no difference to the Dragon Clan. It does not even give them the courage to stand in front of the Dragon Clan.

The young Link and the veteran adventurer Victor have already knelt down at this moment, wishing to lie on the ground. If there is not an inexplicable force controlling them, they may have become incontinent at this moment, tarnishing this majestic and tall god who lives like a god. palace.

"Is it really only 2581 now? Even a hundred years have not passed, but you have become so old. This is unreasonable!"

"When did I look like a legitimate dragon?"

Tyrell stepped down from the throne of the Dragon Platform. He looked at the soul of his short-lived best friend. He actually came out of the Soul Stone without him taking the initiative to release it.

So, Tyrell looked at the trembling young human beside him. His wrist was still bleeding, and the soul stone was still stained with his blood. There was no doubt that this young man had extraordinary qualities.

"makes sense."

Aslan also followed Tyrell's gaze and looked at the young Link who was lying on the ground and almost fainted under Tyrell's gaze.

"His blood seems to have a special effect, allowing him to wake me up from my deep sleep. What are you going to reward him for?"

"Everything I promised him, and a position worthy of his special talents."

Tyrell replied that now his best friend's soul has been recovered, and there is an unexpected surprise.

The soul stone is a special sealed object that can seal the soul of a demon. Even the demon who can destroy the world with a single thought took more than two hundred years to escape.

Although there are reasons for the special rules of the world, it is undeniable that the sealing power of this special material soul stone is terrifying.

This young man's blood actually caused Aslan's soul sealed in it to come out early, and it also allowed him to feel Aslan's breath, tear the space directly, and find it back, which is enough to show how special he is.

"Can I get three million gold coins?!"

Young Link heard the sound echoing like thunder in his ears. Although he almost fainted under the pressure of Long Wei, the sound at this moment was so huge that he could not even dream of it. Stimulated by wealth, he couldn't help but raise his head and asked in a trembling voice.

"Not just three million gold coins, you can also get everything you want and everything you dare not imagine."

Tyrell's voice fell on the young man's ears, just like the whisper of a devil. He simply couldn't believe what he was hearing now.

It only made him feel like he was in a dream, and everything he experienced was something that would only appear in a dream, but the heavy pressure on his body was as heavy as crushing all his flesh, blood and bones. Also telling him that everything is real.

"No, that stone is not his. It is mine. It is my treasure. Your Majesty the Dragon Lord, you cannot reward him. It is all mine. It should all be mine."

Not only was the young man stimulated, but Victor on the side was also shocked by the huge wealth. He struggled, crying bitterly and hoarsely under the pressure of Long Wei.

"No, he is lying. This is a relic left by my father to me. It is obviously mine!"

The young man became angry when he heard that his uncle still did not give up his greed even in front of the Dragon Clan, trying to mess around and seize wealth that was far from his.

"You don't have to argue. This soul stone belongs to me, not to any of you."

Tyrell just gently let go of the dragon power that he tried so hard to restrain, which made the two mortals unable to breathe. Then there was a smile in his voice, and he looked to the side. The middle-aged adventurer who is still in his prime,

"Didn't anyone tell you that you can't lie in front of a metal dragon?"

"What I said is real."

Victor was still gritting his teeth and holding on to some luck, which also brought a bit of smile to Tyrell's voice.

"I admire your courage, mortal, and I also want to praise your luck, because I have abolished the death penalty regulations in the code not long ago. Even if you deceive me, I will not execute you."

"Your Majesty Dragon Lord, I didn't lie."

Victor's tone seemed to have become much firmer. After all, this noble dragon had personally confirmed that he would not be sentenced to death.

"However, no matter who you are, you need to pay the price for your actions. I will only sentence you to three hundred years of unpaid labor. You will be released when the sentence expires."

"Three hundred years?"

Victor, who originally still had some luck left in his heart, suddenly stood on the spot.

"Take him down!"

In the shadow of the giant dragon, a viscous liquid like black oil rose up, and then turned into a dark guard wearing armor and holding a sword. His golden eyes bloomed with bright golden light, which immediately made the adventurers who wanted to argue freeze on the spot. Unable to move.

"What's this?"

Seeing the adventurer being dragged into the shadows, Aslan's eyes were full of curiosity, and he didn't think there was any problem with Tyrell's handling. He was also a king.

Pity, kindness, indecision, none of these have anything to do with him. If the power of the royal family had not withered when he ascended the throne, he might have been able to do something greater.

"These are my shadow soldiers, they will carry out all my orders unconditionally."

Tyrell did not shy away from introducing his hidden power to his close friends, a power that he had not announced to the public.

Every shadow soldier was made by his own hands. The archmage Bai Ren appointed by him has finally developed a shadow soldier production method that fully complies with the laws of the native world of Kallos.

"It seems like a kind of magic puppet. Are they really able to carry out all your orders?"

"certainly."

"What about more complex orders, such as assassinations, can they also execute them?"

"Yes, they have their own thinking ability and can think."

"Sounds great."

Aslan, who was once a king, suddenly showed a heartbeat in his eyes. No ruler would not want to have a secret army in his hands that can freely shuttle and jump in the darkness and shadows, as an extension of his own will. Eradicate and obliterate all obstacles.

"But what's the point of sentencing that adventurer just now to three hundred years in prison? He has less than a hundred years left to live, so you might as well just sentence him to death."

At this time, Aslan expressed his confusion and confusion again. In his opinion, Tyrell was too weak to forgive a short-lived person who tried to deceive him.

"You don't even know how scarce the young and middle-aged labor force is in this land now. In those lands where monsters have been ravaged, there are too few intelligent species that can serve as labor force."

When Tyrell heard this, he couldn't help but complain. Carlos, the Blue Ting King, did not deliberately target or suppress the short-lived ethnic groups in the area he ruled, and even had many preferential treatment policies.

But policy issuance is one thing, and actual implementation is another. In short, during Carlos's reign, the number of short-lived species in his jurisdiction showed a cliff-like decline.

This also led to the Metal Dragon Clan taking over, that is, after Tyrell came to power, and after the dragons expelled the monster groups that once served the Color Dragon Clan, cities, towns and villages everywhere were basically in a state of ruin.

There are only a few short-lived species that have survived, and in quite a few gathering places, civilization has degenerated, entering the stage of primitive tribes competing with wild beasts for food.

When various regions began to enter the reconstruction stage, labor shortages suddenly appeared. Labor shortages appeared in various regions. Reports from governing officials requesting immigrants were like snowflakes, flying in from all directions.

Under this situation, the originally harsh Bronze Code had to be partially modified based on the situation at this time. For those crimes that originally required the death penalty, it was changed to unpaid labor. As for the specific sentence, it was determined by Judges in various places judge criminals based on their crimes.

"The lifespan of a short-lived species is only a hundred years. Even if you are sentenced to a thousand or ten thousand years, what's the point?"

Aslan is still puzzled. The time served exceeds the maximum life span of the criminal. This is like some kind of joke.

"The short-lived guy just now, his bloodline and strength are not enough to complete his three-hundred-year sentence, but his soul is more than enough."

"What's the meaning?"

"No matter how much I talk, I might as well let you see it with your own eyes!"

While speaking, Tyrell stretched out his paw, fished it out gently, and took Aslan's soul with him, then tore apart the space and came to the underground where no sunlight could be seen.

The sound of ore being struck and broken could be heard everywhere, and the light of metal being smelted and calcined could be seen everywhere. The splashing sparks and leaping fire shocked the last king who once ruled a powerful kingdom and came to the battle line in person.

Because in this underground mine that can't be seen at a glance, there are undead skeletons digging ore and smelting metal everywhere. There are so many of them that it is difficult to count them all at once.

"These undead creatures! They..."

Aslan has been a powerful king for more than ten years. Although he was quite young when he ascended the throne, he has already seen everything he should have seen. He is not an innocent king who is ignorant of the world. He even He has been given the title of Skull-Hunting Monarch, which sounds extremely cruel.

But even so, he was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him. After growing up, his childhood friend and enlightenment mentor mastered an army of shadows that could travel freely in the darkness. In his opinion, it was impossible to Nothing, commonplace.

Because if he had the ability, he would also create such an army, and any ruler in the world would make a similar choice.

But the scene in front of me is different. This is an undead creature, the enemy of all living things. To enslave undead creatures on such a large scale is something that only the undead monarch can do. To a certain extent, this can be said to be similar to the undead creature. All living beings in the world are enemies.

"These undead creatures are all serving me. They don't eat, drink or sleep. They are the most perfect workers in the world.

Of course, all the items they create need to go through a round of purification, otherwise they cannot be used by the creatures on the ground. "

Tyrell introduced his short-lived best friend with a calm expression.

The short-lived species cannot complete the three-hundred-year sentence. This is an unsolvable problem for mortals, but in the extraordinary realm, it is quite easy to solve. All it takes is to transform it into an undead and let it continue to work.

"You're not a metal dragon? Does it really matter if you do this?"

Aslan looked at the still majestic and sacred bronze dragon in front of him. Although the shape was greatly different from that of the past, he could still see the outline of its former appearance.

"Of course it has something to do with it. I have good friends with many paladins. I can't show these things in front of them, otherwise I won't be able to predict what they will do."

Tyrell knew the nature of what he had done.

Paladins are not rigid and do not know how to change their minds. They will also turn a blind eye to some things.

But the number of undead he kept in captivity exceeded one million, and they had certain intelligence and potential for advancement. Obviously, they were not within the tolerance range of the paladin.

"But if I show it in front of you, it won't be a big deal. Will you help me hide it?"

Tyrell looked at Aslan, and he had full trust in this short-lived species.

"Dirrell, haven't you noticed that you are missing one of the most important undead?"

The last king, who only had his soul body left, looked at Tyrell.

"What undead?"

"A king of the undead who can rule all the undead and has enough reason!"

"What do you want to say?"

The scales between Tyrell's brows wrinkled, feeling like he was about to hear something incredibly stupid.

"Do you think I have the potential to become the King of the Dead?"

Aslan opened his hands with a calm look on his face.

"Can you not say such stupid things? I spent so much money, not because I wanted to use your soul to create a dead spirit."

Tyrell sighed, feeling quite helpless.