Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"Do you think I'm free?"

Tyrell, who took the initiative to close the space-time vortex, stretched out his dragon claws and gently knocked on the altar. He has grown to the point where he has become a being that millions of creatures in many planes need to look up to for help.

But even if he has grown to this extent, it does not mean that he has the ability to help others. The world he lives in, Carlos, is in chaos and war.

Because of this, even if he caused a massacre, there was still a steady stream of refugees pouring in, because his territory was the most stable area compared to other parts of the world.

Tyrell's territory has no shortage of citizens at all. If he is willing to let go of restrictions, Prolando, the most prosperous city in development, will be filled up in less than three days. This is still a matter of constantly opening the teleportation array and sending people away. The result of heading to Elmond Continent.

Although the influx of refugees is uneven, Tyrell cannot seal the border. Any country that wants to become strong must have the order and culture to actively absorb and assimilate foreign forces.

As the monarch, what Emperor Riel needs to consider is how to transform these continuous influx of foreign refugees into civilians with productive capabilities, and select the outstanding ones among them to train them into combat forces under his command.

There were so many things he needed to do, so Tyrell resisted falling asleep. He came to Sedelin Islands just to avoid the oppression of the world's will on him. When he entered the altar, he just took a break from the busy work and relaxed himself a little.

As for the altar providing him with nothing to do and connecting him to a dilapidated and decayed world, Tyrell doesn't accept this at all. He doesn't have the energy to attack other worlds now.

Of course, he also gave the altar some face and threw down a ball of true blood. As for the lucky person who attracted the attention of the altar because of his prayers, how far he can hold that ball of true blood depends on his own ability. Able.

If that guy was a loser, got the true blood of the ancestor dragons, didn't make much waves in his own dilapidated and decayed world, and just fell silent, it wouldn't be a big loss to Tyrell.

But on the other hand, if there is any result, it will be a big profit for Di Ruier. This can be regarded as a low-cost investment. He can completely bear the loss. As for the harvest, he is not sure, maybe one party world.

Once that group of true blood finds a suitable adapter, inherits it, and spreads it, relying on the blood connection, even without the help of the legion, Diriel can come across the border, and then build a teleportation array to teleport the legion... …

However, this is the best possibility, and even if it develops in the most ideal way, it will take a long time to harvest the fruits.

boom--

Before Di Ruier could continue to think, the flow of light that had just escaped because he took the initiative to close the space-time vortex gathered together again and formed a space-time channel in his surprised eyes.

Silent, dilapidated, a desolate and decayed ruins of the world slowly unfolded in front of Tyrell's eyes. Evil beasts born from the power of decay and darkness were rampant in the ruins. The survivors of civilization were trembling in the shadow of the ruins and lingering. .

"..."

"..."

The corpses of evil beasts that exuded a fishy stench and a strong smell of blood were piled up on the altar. The warriors, whose whole bodies were almost wrapped in the strong evil aura, looked at the people responding to their presence with blood-red light flashing in their eyes.

Separated by endless time and space, the two parties who were able to establish contact due to various chances and coincidences looked at each other in silence. Neither Tyrell nor this group of tenacious and unyielding protesters spoke.

Di Ruier didn't expect that the altar would do such a trick for him. Even though he had already refused, it contacted another world for him, and the situation in this world was even more serious than before.

The world just now was about to be destroyed. At least it looked relatively prosperous on the surface. However, the world in front of us has been destroyed. There are only a few survivors left, still struggling to survive in the ruins. Under normal circumstances, it is hopeless. That kind of thing.

As for the group of survivors standing on the altar, they clearly received a response but did not say a word. They did not say a word. Tyrell could not guess what they were thinking. Maybe they did not have any expectations, but they got a response.

"..."

Dirrell was too lazy to continue communicating with this group of survivors. These guys couldn't get anything good out of their hands. In a world that had been destroyed, even artifacts, the divinity and power contained in them would be destroyed by the decay and ruin of the world. The Qi was gradually eroded, and then turned into a pile of broken copper and iron. Moreover, these Kuhaha didn't look like they had artifacts in their hands. Even if they did, they wouldn't be able to offer them up.

However, adhering to the principle of hitting a pole whether there is a date or not, Di Ruier still threw down a ball of blood essence. Not only that, he also cut off a root system of the world tree and sent it over.

Although under normal circumstances, a destroyed city has no saving value, nothing is absolute. If a world tree blooms there, then all the decay and filth can be purified, and new life can be ushered in after destruction.

But unfortunately, the current World Tree has not grown to the point where the roots can be explored. If a root is sent there first, with the vitality of the roots, it can also protect this group of survivors and support it for a while. Wait for later.

As for now

boom!

Tyrell closed the time and space channel without hesitation. He could have intervened in the world just now, but in this world now, he just threw it away and left them to their own devices.

Afterwards, Tyrell kept walking and left the altar directly. He felt that if he stayed any longer, the altar might connect him with a world that was heading towards the end of the world, or was already in the end.

As for the Crimson Demon God, let’s talk about it next time. It’s not appropriate now. Tyrell, who had returned to the demiplane of the World Tree, was perching under the World Tree and began to fall into deep thought.

He was thinking about what he had just done. Was it too ruthless?

Because he thought of the silver giant that helped him control the altar and let him know the function of the altar. When it appeared, it was surrounded by countless world wreckage.

At first, Tyrell guessed that this type of existence might be like the Crimson Demon God, or had a special hobby of collecting world ruins.

But judging from the kind behavior of the other party in helping him, the other party should not be such a bad existence, and judging from the guiding intention of the altar, this giant god might be a savior.

However, the other party is not the savior of any particular world. He saves all the worlds that are being shrouded in doomsday disasters.

That makes sense.

"It's not like I didn't do anything at all. At least I gave some hope. Although it's not much, I'm still too weak now. Even if I want to help, I can't do it. Besides, there are endless disasters in my world. If something goes wrong, it will go to the end. perish."

Tyrell whispered to himself that although many paladins regarded him as a saint, he knew what he was, just a selfish dragon.

He is very willing to help others when it is profitable, but when his ability is insufficient, he is more inclined to preserve himself rather than risking everything to save others. He does not have such a noble and great character.

"World Tree!"

The giant dragon looked up at the giant tree that supported the sky. Although it was already so majestic, there was still a long way to go before it could lift or nurture a world.

After Tyrell sighed for a moment, he devoted himself to what he should do - awakening more six-winged archangels.

Different from the original state where it took a long time and required a long rest even if it was successful, Tyrell has once again completed a round of evolution and became an ancestral dragon. His bloodline has a crushing and powerful advantage.

In less than three years, Tyrell awakened all the remaining archangels, and these resurrected Blood Angels were without exception. When they were resurrected, every one of them showed a better performance than the original Ange. The greater power of Lesdu.

Because at the beginning, Diriel only allowed the dragon blood and the angel's power to reach a certain balance. At the beginning, Diriel was not sure whether the dragon blood angel would recognize him after the resurrection. He was prepared for the angel to abandon him. Be prepared for violent crackdowns.

But fortunately, Angeles has used his actions over the years to show that his identity in his previous life has almost no impact on him. Compared to his identity as an angel, he recognizes his identity as the eldest son more.

"Father!"

Seeing the six-winged Holy Blood Archangels kneeling on the ground in front of him, Tyrell was extremely pleased, because the initial state of these Holy Blood Angels was much better than that of his eldest son.

His dragon blood has formed an overwhelming advantage in the bodies of these angels. If you ignore their roughly human appearance and the six wings behind them, they have almost nothing to do with angels.

Because these angels all have the physical signs of dragons, the dragon horns on their heads, the dragon scales that form the armor, and the six wings that will be composed of sword scales. Compared with the holiness of angels in the traditional impression, these dragon blood Angels show more of the majesty and cruelty of dragons.

Of course, these Blood Angels are strong, but their condition is still worse than Angeles. Angeles has not been fighting in vain these years. His growth rate is much better than that of these brothers and sisters. .

Tyrell was the first to give the Holy Blood Archangel the ancestor of dragon blood, and he was the first angel to be strengthened.

"Get used to your strength, and then go find your brother. After you get his approval, come back to me again. I will allocate a place to guard for you."

"Yes, father!"

The powerful bloodline turned into an unbreakable bond and shackles. Under the influence of the dragon's blood, all the Blood Angels looked at Tyrell with eyes full of admiration, dependence, and obedience.

They still have their own angel inheritance, but the power and inheritance of angels, even the memories of previous lives, do not affect them in the slightest from following their father and obeying his orders.

"Remember to be low-key when you leave, don't be too arrogant."

Tyrell told these Blood Angels that after these Blood Angels, who were not heirs but were better than their heirs, left one by one, he lay down under the World Tree with a heart filled with fatigue and took a rest.

This time he really felt tired. Although he had the Star God's source blood to supplement his consumption, mental fatigue was unavoidable.

After all, he invaded more than twenty divine beings, and then completely distorted the original inheritance and trained them into what he wanted.

The amount of thought consumed in this process is unimaginable even for a legendary mage, but Diril was able to do all this with the help of the World Tree.

This is like tampering with the three views and cognition of a divine legend. He has all the original power and memory, but his view of the world is completely different.

This is more terrifying and even evil behavior than simple killing, but fortunately, the origin of these angels has nothing to do with the world community of Tyrell, so there is nothing to worry about.

If there is a chance to contact him in the future, Diriel will definitely have the capital to run rampant in the void, and he will not care about confronting that group of angels.

"Now, you're the only one left!"

After a simple rest, Tyrell regained his energy and turned his attention to a gleaming golden skeleton.

It's obviously just a skeleton, but not only does it not have the slightest sense of sinisterness and evil, it actually has a kind of holiness and majesty.

If an ordinary person or even an extraordinary person who is not strong enough encounters him, at the first sight, he may not be able to help but kneel on the ground, bury his head and worship.

But for Tyrell, this is just a high-level alchemical material. But for him before, even if he racked his brains, he could only use it as a bargaining chip to coerce the artifact that gave birth to his own spiritual consciousness. He serves.

But it's different now. Tyrell now has the corresponding power.

It is impossible to resurrect. This supreme holy angel is completely dead. If he is not completely dead, it is impossible for the demon god to throw him over like garbage.

What is left of him is nothing more than extremely hard divine bones, with some divinity remaining. To the demon god, it is nothing more than residue.

But for Tyrell, even the residue is enough for him to torment. The years of nurturing by the World Tree have restored a lot of the divinity conceived in the divine bones.

Even if Tyrell doesn't make any intervention, it won't be long before his spiritual consciousness will be born and transformed into a sacred six-winged skeleton.

Um!

This may be the strongest skeleton in the world of Carlos, and even among the many surrounding planes.

But of course Tyrell couldn't let this happen. This couldn't be described as a waste, it was simply being mean.

Although he could not resurrect the original Supreme Holy Angel, Diria was able to use this divine bone as the basis, then fill it with many flesh and blood alchemy creations, and then use his own true blood as the basis, and finally create a statue that would never betray His alchemical creature.

This was an idea he came up with when he obtained the remains of the Holy Angel, but it was only now that Tyrell had the strength to implement it and turn it into reality.

"You don't have to be stronger than me, but you don't have to be weak."

Tyrell does not need to think about it. Even if he cannot resurrect the original holy angel, as long as he is brought back to life based on this skeleton, even if it is an alchemical life form, the Kingdom of Holy Light will probably recognize it and let it be driven. .

Even if the strength is slightly weaker, with the blessing of six artifacts, this holy angel can become an extremely terrifying existence.