Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

If he could do it all over again, if he could have another chance to choose, the young blue dragon Best would not hesitate any more and would definitely choose eternal peace.

Even though he is still a dragon less than a hundred years old, he has no expectations or expectations for the rest of his long life. He just wants to end everything he is enduring as soon as possible.

pain! It hurts so much!

All the scales on his body were pulled out. If that was all, that would be it. He could still grit his teeth and hold on, but his chest was also cut open and all the keel bones were picked out one by one.

This was a torture that secular races could never imagine, even for the evil dragon. He never thought that he would suffer such a fate when he was on the verge of death.

What made it even more unbelievable for him was that the one who inflicted such torture on him was actually a bronze dragon, a metal dragon that was respected and praised by hundreds of millions of creatures. This was a scene that he would never have imagined in his dreams.

"Your Majesty, I want to pray for eternal peace and ask for your mercy!"

The bright red liquid flowing out of the corner of his eyes was unclear whether it was tears or blood, or simply both. The blue dragon with blood in his eyes helplessly prayed to the bronze dragon who was messing around with him.

"This is my mercy, Best, hold on, don't insult the pride of the Dragon Clan, and don't let me down!"

Dirrell encouraged the blue dragon's will. Although it was normal for his will to collapse and he could not hold on, he hoped that the blue dragon could cooperate with him when his will was clear and persist until all the transformation surgeries were completed.

Because this is one of the few dragons that still retains its will after being delivered to him. The dragons that were delivered to him before were basically corpses.

Therefore, he can only use these dragons as basic materials, then fuse various alchemical substances, combine them with many tabooed techniques in the field of living alchemy, and then resurrect the dragons, but what comes back to life is purely Monsters born for killing and destruction.

Apart from absolute obedience to orders, there are not many advantages, because these guys' brains are not as good as those of shadow soldiers, and they cannot even think independently.

In this case, Tyrell considered creating a self-aware leader of the dead dragons to manage these death dragons on his behalf.

"His Majesty!"

The blue dragon let out a helpless wail. He didn't understand why he was still alive now. His body was almost empty, but he could still breathe. His consciousness became clearer and he could feel the pain coming from all parts of his body.

"Hold on, it will be better soon. Look, I am replacing your heart now with the blood of Carlos, the King of Blue Ting."

Tyrell showed his experimental subject the latest result of his royal mage's hard work during this period:

Cultivated with the blood of ancestral dragons, an elemental dragon heart is surrounded by lightning and thunder, with almost no flesh and blood visible.

"Not only the dragon heart, I will also refine mithril into your bones, and your scales will also be made of pure gold and mother copper..."

Tyrell introduced his transformation ideas and the upcoming process to his experimental subjects in detail, which sounded very good, but as the blue dragon lying on the experimental table, Best's heart was full of pain and despair.

But he did not dare to feel the slightest resentment, because he knew how much he weighed, and because of this, he felt desperate, because he had no possibility of resistance.

The so-called giving him a life is not a transformation of a living thing at all, but treating him as a steel golem without flesh and blood, or a weapon and a puppet.

"When everything is completed, you will become the strongest in my Death Dragon Aide Legion. Not only that, you will also have the potential to continue to grow like a normal dragon."

Tyrell drew a blueprint for his future military commander.

"Can I continue to grow up?"

Even though he was sinking into an alchemical transformation experiment that was more painful than falling into purgatory, Best was still shocked by what Tyrell said.

He had been transformed into such an unrecognizable appearance, and no one knew how many rare metals had been refined into his body. Under such circumstances, the bronze dragon in front of him actually told him that he could still grow up.

"Of course, what use is your current strength to me? If you don't have the ability to grow, why would I spend so much energy transforming you?"

Compared with the differences of this blue dragon, Tyrell took it for granted. He used his authority to give metal an alternative life and achieved the best achievement in a certain category in the field of alchemy.

Active metal!

This type of metal can coexist with flesh and blood, and can even grow, but in direct proportion to its scarcity, its output is extremely low. Even small short-growing species are not enough, let alone used in dragons. On the body.

But for Tyrell, this is no problem at all. He owns a world-class high-quality mineral vein, and in the domain of the World Tree, active metals can be produced in large quantities.

He was even so extravagant that he tried to refine the top extraordinary rare metals such as fine gold, mithril, and orichalcum, and then squandered them lavishly.

So, after seven days and eight nights of non-stop transformation, a ferocious giant beast with a metallic luster from head to tail appeared under the World Tree. There were no traces of transformation on his body, from the dragon's horns to his scales. It sparkles with crystal luster, reflecting the majestic light from the World Tree.

"Dragon Lord!"

Still maintaining the shape of a young dragon, but slightly larger than when he was just brought in, Lan Ting Best lowered his head to Tyrell.

After enduring a transformation that was more painful than falling into hell, his form has undergone earth-shaking changes from beginning to end. The blue dragon's iconic single horn on the nose has disappeared, replaced by the two sides of the dragon's head. A scimitar-like dragon horn.

And the scales on his body that sparkle with metallic luster can expand slightly with his breathing. The luster of the scales is shining with sharp edges. Each scale is a sharp blade, mixed with fine gold, which can make its dragon Scales cut iron like mud.

Any creature that comes into contact with this dragon's body will suffer the punishment of Lingchi. His dragon tail has edges and thorns that are also fused with a large amount of rare metals, and the end of its dragon tail is similar to Di Rui's. The sharp edge of Er's spear tip is different. It has a structure like a war hammer. Tyrell also put a lot of effort into it.

This dragon has become an out-and-out killing weapon. What is even more valuable is that even if it is blended with a large amount of rare metals, the weight of this dragon has not changed much. This is due to the combination of fine gold and mithril. Excellent specific gravity.

"Not bad, let's get used to your new body here!"

Tyrell looked at the alchemy masterpiece in front of him, whose every move he could control at any time, with satisfaction in his eyes.

As the alchemist who personally created the giant killing dragon in front of him, Tyrell was able to understand everything about this dragon even if he did not do it deliberately.

Tyrell was able to detect what this dragon was thinking without the help of the Ring of Control. His heart was indeed full of resentment and pain, but almost none of it was directed at him.

Not because of anything else, but because of fear, and because he was still sane, he refrained from feeling any hatred towards his abuser.

Not only that, as the transformation ended and he felt the power filling his body, the blue dragon also felt emotions such as gratitude and joy. He had survived the most painful period, and now it was time to harvest.

"Dirrell!"

Su Hailun, who had witnessed the whole process, looked at the blue dragon soaring around the World Tree, and couldn't help showing a bit of worry in her eyes. She wanted Tyrell to prepare a force that could check the color dragon.

But Tyrell created an even more terrifying monster right under her nose. So much so that she now doesn't know whether her advice some time ago was correct, and how to persuade her now.

"What's wrong?"

"never mind."

Su Hailun hesitated for a moment, but finally said no more. She decided to wait until she woke up from her slumber and became the legendary ancestral dragon, and then use the identity and influence of the golden dragon and the ancestral dragon to prepare a force.

This power needs to be found from the metal dragon clan. This power needs to be loyal and fearless. It can be able to contain the extremely dangerous legions under her companion's control in time when they tend to get out of control, and can suppress them when they really get out of control. .

Jinlong's thinking did not last long. In less than three months, the World Tree had taken root in five different worlds and ripened the second fruit in advance.

As the fruit matured, Su Hailun, whose sleep period was approaching, entered a deep sleep state. Along with the golden dragon's sleep and promotion, elements began to surround her.

"It seems that this demiplane is about to add a new elemental race."

Dirrell looked at the elemental vortex that was gradually taking shape with the sleeping golden dragon as its core, and smiled as he felt the spirituality beginning to gather in the elemental vortex.

What he likes to see most is the prosperity of all things, and what he likes even more is that everything is in order, with everything belonging to its place and each performing its duties.

"His Majesty!"

The blue dragon, which had adapted to its new body, came to Di Ruier again, folded its wings, and crawled in front of him.

This is a blue dragon with a body length of less than twenty meters. As a young dragon, such a body shape can only be regarded as quite satisfactory.

However, after being transformed to such an extent by Tyrell, the adult dragon could not be his opponent at all, and many mature dragons needed to be gathered together to have the possibility of fighting and suppressing him.

But as Tyrell said before, he spent so much energy not to create a useless dragon whose combat power can only be limited to youth. The key is that this dragon still has the ability to grow.

"Come on, come with me and have a look. These are your subordinates. They will all be under your control from now on, but they are different from you. They are all death dragon servants transformed from the remains of dragons killed in battle."

Tyrell brought the blue dragon Best to a tree cave formed by the entangled roots of the World Tree. Inside was a dragon with a dark metallic luster.

It looks like an extremely realistic dragon metal puppet. Although it seems to come to life at any time, there is an unconcealable sense of death in it.

"It turns out that this is the truth about Dragon Tomb!"

Although he had already guessed when he underwent the transformation experiment, Best was still a little shocked when he saw with his own eyes the final fate of the dragons who had fallen before him.

"What's wrong? What do you think is wrong with me doing this?"

Tyrell looked at Best. Until now, he still couldn't control the thoughts of any intelligent creature except himself.

But controlling the body is enough, just like the dragon in front of him. As long as he is willing, Tyrell can erase his will at any time and turn him into a puppet that can only execute orders.

"No, everything your Majesty did was the right thing."

The blue dragon, who had already recognized the fact and had no resentment towards Tyrell, immediately replied.

The Color Dragon Clan has no superfluous emotions such as sympathy and pity, let alone the sadness of the death of a rabbit or a fox. What's more, he is different from the vast majority of blue dragons now.

He was not sure whether he could still be considered a living creature or a constructed life form.

"After these guys die in battle, they still have the qualifications to continue serving His Majesty the Dragon Lord. This is their honor!"

"You don't think I'm too cruel, do you? Even if they die fighting for me, I still don't want to give them the last dignity and peace."

Tyrell looked at the blue dragon Best. He knew that his behavior was inconsistent with universal values, but he didn't care.

"Your Majesty, why do you have such an idea? Without your protection, most dragons, including me, would not be able to be born smoothly, let alone grow up enough to go to the battlefield."

The blue dragon Best was shocked.

"As expected of the Blue Dragon, he can say things that the Red Dragon will never be able to say in his life."

Dirrell was very pleased to see this blue dragon with such a high level of consciousness.

"Since you think this way, I can safely leave them all to you to command. The number is now smaller, but I believe that as time goes by, the number of members under your command will gradually increase."

"I will definitely not let down your Majesty's expectations and high hopes, and I will shed the last drop of my blood for you!"

"I hope you can be consistent in your words and deeds!"

After saying a few words, Tyrell did not stay in the demiplane. Although the golden dragon was already sleeping here, there was no second place in the world that was safer than this, where he could rest assured and worry-free.

After returning to the main material world, Tyrell first looked around the Elmond Continent, and after confirming that there were no major events that required him to personally resolve, he prepared to return to the Red Dragon Volcano Group.

There was a Platinum Dragon God who had personally spoken and asked him to guard the three thousand miles of mountains and rivers. It would be good to come out for a walk occasionally, but it would be shameful to lose his position for a long time. It would not give the Dragon God face.

But before he could get up, he received a message from the seaport city of Punolando, which was an urgent request for help.

Seven floating islands floated from the depths of the ocean. Not only that, these islands suspended in the sky were lowering in height while moving towards Punolando.

Officials of the city hall could use this to determine that these floating islands were not passing by by chance, but happened to pass by Punolando. Their target was Punolando. Therefore, the city entered a state of alert and issued a warning to the ruling lords. Call for help and warning.

"Floating Cloud Island!"

Tyrell narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, and soon forgot about the giant he enslaved and exploited, the storm giant Pedro.