Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

The clouds that completely enveloped the sky of Midgar, swallowing every corner of the city in darkness, and the thunder that roared between the clouds, bringing a moment of light to the city, once again made the trembling residents of the city fearful. .

No matter where you are in the city, as long as you look up, you can find the source of the catastrophe that caused this celestial change, which is the holy archangel shrouded in bright golden light.

"What did this bronze dragon master do to that archangel? This increase in power is too exaggerated!"

Not everyone will be frightened by changes in the celestial phenomena, and powerful extraordinary professionals are not particularly afraid of such changes.

This is especially true for spell casters, because as long as they are above the soul level, they can use their own spiritual power to unbalance elements and cause disasters.

However, in most cases, spellcasters without soul level will go out of their way to do such a thing, because most of the time, it just looks bluffing.

Therefore, changes in the celestial phenomena are often caused by the aftermath of powerful beings leaking during battles, but there are also situations similar to the one at hand.

An existence that possesses great power in itself suddenly surges in strength, making it impossible to perfectly restrain the power, and makes its own existence a natural disaster.

"Isn't this obvious enough? This is a special ceremony similar to the first embrace of the blood clan. The bronze dragon master gave his power to the archangel, so he had such an intention."

Amidst these successive changes, some people still have a leisurely time, analyzing what they see and hear, and answering other people's questions.

Such a calm and calm posture naturally stems from confidence in one's own strength!

If you can't fight, then you can't run away?

"The first vampire embrace? Is it so casual?"

"For an existence of this level, how complicated do you want it to be and why do you need to arrange special rituals? There is no need at all."

"But it's unbelievable to give your own power to your own heirs, isn't it?"

Although the doubts have been answered, the answer is unbelievable and people can't help but question. After all, in an extraordinary world where great power is gathered together and the strong are respected, who will work hard to distribute the power they have accumulated? Give it to others, even if it is your own heir?

"What does His Majesty the Bronze Dragon Lord think?"

"Who knows, maybe it's because he is too strong, so strong that he doesn't care about the little bit of power he gives out. If you don't believe me, you can feel it. He doesn't seem to be weak at all."

Under the reminder of this legendary spell caster who did not want to be named and was extremely enthusiastic, several guys who were able to think and talk under the pressure of the overlapping dragon power all concentrated on the conversation, and then couldn't help but shout. Call me small,

"It's actually like this. The power of this giant dragon has not weakened."

"Idiot, please use honorifics. We are all in the realm opened by His Majesty the Bronze Dragon Lord. If you are willing, he can hear everything we say."

"I'm sorry, I made a mistake. Your Majesty must be a majestic dragon who is as magnanimous as the Platinum Dragon God. He will not care about verbal mistakes with a little person like me."

"Maybe it's a little late for you to say this now!"

"Nonsense."

The vague noises and hustle and bustle coming from various parts of the city did not affect Tyrell's blood-giving ceremony to Angeles, but the sound of conversation coming from one corner still made Tyrell couldn't help but look slightly sideways.

"This father is too kind to his son!"

"I'm so envious! I was hung up and beaten for six hours even though I stole the little treasury my father hid. He was so hungry that I almost fainted before he put me down."

"Nonsense, your father worked hard for twelve years and hid three gold coins and six silver coins behind the back of your drow mother. You took them to the brothel and spent them all in one day. In exchange, I would have to hang you three times. Three days and three nights.”

"There's no comparison at all. Seeing how he became a father, I doubt that I am not my father's biological child."

"I don't know if you are my biological child, but this archangel is definitely not the biological child of this dragon!"

The bard, who looked quite coquettish, held a piccolo, beat it in the palm of his hand, and swore solemnly.

"How do you know?"

"Guess."

The bard looked confident.

"Tch, aren't you being blind?"

"Who said it was blinded? This is what I deduced."

"Bah, what is the reasoning? There is no logic. If this is not your biological child, how can you be treated like this?"

"Don't even look at who that is. That's Angeles, the most perfect man in Elmond Continent and even the world. As long as it's a female, who wouldn't want to climb into his bed?"

The bard is confident and his passionate words are resounding.

"If you can take in such a perfect guy and become your adopted son, who would refuse? You? Or you?"

The guy pointed by the bard also became less confident in his eyes.

Because even bastards like them have to admit that Angel Angeles is a perfect being without any flaws.

"If my son can have one-tenth of the character of this angel in the future, I can laugh out of my dreams."

"Then you'd better continue dreaming, it's best not to wake up!"

"So, this archangel is like an adopted son to the dragon emperor?"

Someone brought the discussion back to its focus.

"I really want to be sure, but just to be on the safe side, it's nine out of ten."

The bard smiled.

"Why are you so sure?"

Suspicious eyes fell on this guy who looked extremely out of place.

"Of course I have my own news channels. If I didn't have this ability, I would have starved to death in a country tavern. As far as I know, this dragon emperor does not have an angel companion so far, so, Angeles can only be the adopted son of this emperor."

"Hey, I'm so envious of what you said. I wonder if this emperor still needs an adopted son!"

"Go ahead and dream, there is nothing in the dream. Even if the dragon emperor is willing to adopt another child, he will not look down on someone like you."

"If you don't like someone like me, how can I still like you?"

"I didn't talk in my dreams about becoming the adopted son of the Dragon Emperor."

"Bah, you just don't say it, don't you think about it in your heart?"

Seeing these guys making noise, the bard who took a walk to break the news felt the insignificant strength growing in his body, but he was also satisfied and quickly stood up to smooth things over.

"It would be nice to be the emperor's son. Who wouldn't want to do this? But we are just talking. We don't need to be too serious and hurt each other's feelings."

"I have no feelings for this idiot!"

"me too."

The vision surging over Midgar has gradually stabilized, and has begun to dissipate and collapse. This represents the Blood Angels who have received the blood and are gradually controlling the surge in power.

"It's interesting. There are so many hidden talents in this city!"

Tyrell grinned, revealing a gap, which was a dragon's smile. Just as some smart guys guessed, the entire city of Midgar, with millions of people, was all under his control.

He knew everyone's words and deeds. Some people who didn't know the so-called words did offend him, but as long as it wasn't too much, Tyrell didn't bother to pay attention to it. As for the disrespectful names, he didn't even pay attention. He was still open-minded. Not so narrow-minded.

"Father."

Angeles, who had fully received and digested the power of true blood given by Tyrell, opened his eyes. On his face, which was already covered by a golden bone mask, the eyes suddenly bloomed with a brighter light. .

"Thank you for your gift. I will definitely use this power to kill more demon heads and present them to you."

"This is the reward you deserve."

Tyrell reiterated again,

"In view of your excellent performance in the past, I am ready to give you a more special and important responsibility."

"Please give me your orders."

Feeling the surging power surging within his body, Angeles lowered his head and listened to the instructions. He couldn't wait to use all his new power to eliminate everything for his father.

"While I was sleeping, I heard the wails of the world, felt the pain of the earth, and the despair of all living beings. Between the sky and the earth, there are too many living beings suffering from suffering and disasters that they simply cannot bear. "

Di Ruier's voice became deeper, and these words made the old Jinlong, who was hiding in the crowd and was still a little uneasy, feel much more at ease.

"I want to help them. My power is strong enough to solve most of the sufferings and disasters suffered by all living beings, but I only have one body and I am unable to clone myself.

Therefore, I want to give my power to righteous people like you who are willing to fight against evil and have compassion for weaker races.

Angeles! "

"I am here."

The Blood Angel, who wanted to speak several times but found no chance, said quickly.

"Can you find me someone who can practice order and good deeds?"

"I have a lot of people like that around me."

Angeles replied without thinking.

"Then, it's up to you to replace me and give them my power. They need stronger power."

"Father!"

Angeles' tone became anxious. He knew what his father would do

Give strength.

"This is a decision I made while I was sleeping, and I hope you can implement it for me."

Dirrell stretched out his dragon claws, and a golden cup with gold as the main body and gilded silver secret patterns and copper-colored dragon shadows appeared in his dragon claws. Outside the Holy Grail, several vines with green leaves wrapped around it. Above, it is verdant and full of vitality.

However, the attraction exuded by this extraordinary golden cup is not as much as one-tenth of what it carries. It is a golden cup that exudes a golden glow, as if thunder is brewing, and there are storms and oceans containing blood.

"This is the Holy Grail that I forged from a variety of legendary metals such as fine gold, mithril, orichalcum, and is blessed with a secret spell. It contains my true blood."

Looking at the Dragon Blood Holy Grail handed to him by Tyrell, Angeles' eyes showed an extremely rare look of panic and confusion.

He didn't understand why his father could give up so much power and so much true blood. No matter how special his father was, his vitality would definitely be severely damaged and even affect his future growth.

What made him even more uneasy was that his father would actually hand over the Holy Grail to him. Such a responsibility made his breathing become a little heavy.

"What? Don't you have the confidence to fulfill my instructions?"

"I……"

Hesitation and cowardice only appeared in Angeles' eyes for a moment, and were quickly eliminated by him with great perseverance. He stretched out his palm and grasped the Dragon Blood Holy Grail in front of him. The tone was sonorous and forceful,

"I will definitely live up to your trust."

"Go, in the name of the hope you have, use my true blood to sow more seeds of hope to the suffering land!"

Tyrell waved his dragon claw and sent this outstanding eldest son away directly.

He spent a little effort to create the Dragon Blood Holy Grail, and all the rare materials used in it were waste and waste to any knowledgeable alchemist.

Because Tyrell only uses these materials to enhance the status of the Holy Grail. These materials are just simple containers. What really works are the seemingly inconspicuous vines wrapped around the Holy Grail.

It was broken off from the World Tree. It could permanently maintain the activity of the true blood injected into the Holy Grail, and subtly enhance the vitality contained in the true blood.

Forging the Dragon Blood Holy Grail is indeed an idea that Tyrell has had for a long time, but the core starting point is not as great and upright as what he just preached. He just wants to expand the number of his dragon blood followers and enhance his influence in the world. , leaving more of a mark.

After all, he has the blood of the Star God, a treasure that is hard to find in all worlds. Although it can no longer promote the evolution of his bloodline, in terms of healing and recovery, it is the best that Tirel has not been able to find an alternative to so far, even if Any damage to the original source can be repaired.

This is why the Crimson Demon God is so attracted to the source blood of the Star God, because the recovery effect is really strong. This is also the reason why Tyrell dared to make the Dragon Blood Holy Grail.

Otherwise, he would not be stupid enough to divide his own power during a time when the world situation was becoming more and more turbulent. He was not seeking death, or he was so arrogant.

However, no matter what kind of confidence Tyrell made his choice, his performance in Midgar can be called a perfect show.

Tyrell could fully predict that when everything that happened here today spreads to the outside world through beings such as bards, his reputation on this continent would definitely catch up to, or even surpass, his eldest son.

The reason why Di Ruier made this judgment so confidently was that he could feel that the eyes of Old Jinlong, who had been silently paying attention to the situation among the crowd, had changed a lot, and even looked at him. A bit ashamed.

After all, what he gave up was true blood, which was an extremely cherished thing for any being. Witnessing this scene with your own eyes, no matter how despicable and suspicious you are, you cannot question his noble character and morality.

From then on, Tyrell could even do some things openly and honestly that in the eyes of extreme camps such as the Paladins, were deviant and unintroducable.

Because based on common sense, he has used his life and even his future potential to prove his position - no one in Carlos knows that he possesses such a supreme thing as the source blood of the Star God.

From today on, no matter who he faces, Tyrell can stand on the moral high ground and overlook everything.