Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

Zheng~

The flowing wind mixed with boundless sharp power flows out from a luxurious divine sword, but this invisible wind with the power to cut all things disappears into nothingness before it touches anything, and does not harm anyone. A living thing, even just a leaf.

"Isn't this life? What else is there to choose from?"

Looking at the extremely emotional Archangel Sword in the air, Tyrell said with some dissatisfaction, and then looked at his painstaking work in recent years.

It is a perfect humanoid creature that cannot be described in any kind of beautiful words. It is tall and strong, yet has a slender and well-proportioned body. Its lustrous blond hair is naturally spread out, and its powerful scale wings extend from its back. At first glance, , does not seem to be much different from those Blood Angels, but if you look closely, you can find the difference.

Because the dragon-like characteristics on his body are inconspicuous compared to those of the Blood Angels. The most eye-catching thing is the solid dragon scale wings behind him, which have nothing to do with softness.

On his body, there are no sutures that would appear in low-level alchemy creatures, and there is not even any thread opening. Every inch of his flesh and blood is completely natural, as perfect as an elf born naturally, and it is no different in reality. How many.

Because of this, Dirrell was very proud. However, during the first test, the test results were somewhat unsatisfactory - the most talkative Sword of Hope in the Kingdom of Holy Light did not recognize it at all, and even entered a state of rage.

This is a deviation from what Dirrell originally imagined, but there is nothing that can be done about it. After all, the holy angel only has a skeleton left, plus some residual divinity, and the rest is all used by Dirrell. With his own flesh and blood as the origin, he uses the power of the World Tree to breed and repair.

"Have you had enough trouble? If you have had enough trouble, come down here!"

Seeing the still noisy Archangel Sword, Tyrell was a little irritated, but in the face of his questioning, this divine sword set off an even more terrifying storm of sword energy.

Dang rang ~

With a slight flick of the slender dragon tail behind Dirrell, he chopped the divine sword down from mid-air, and then trampled it hard with a claw, sparks flying everywhere.

"It's enough to make a fuss for a while. If you keep making a fuss, I won't spoil you!"

Zheng~

The Archangel's Sword, which was suppressed by Tyrell with absolute violence, immediately conveyed a feeling of anger, powerlessness, and some resentment and sentimentality.

"Tsk!"

Dirrell, who could clearly feel the thoughts contained in this emotion, let go of the dragon's claws. He was not an unreasonable dragon. Now that he had no use for it, he turned his back and refused to admit it.

"Have I not been trying my best over the years to fulfill the promise I made to you? Now that you have resurrected your original master, why are you still not happy?"

Zheng~

Realizing the great power possessed by Tyrell, the divine sword immediately protested. The angel in front of him seemed to be in a sleeping state. He did have a similar aura to the previous owner, but it was definitely not the previous owner. It was a completely different creature.

"It would be nice if I could make that skeleton breathe again. Don't be ignorant!"

Tyrell rolled his eyes, and smacked it down with another unceremonious claw. Sparks flew everywhere, and the Archangel Sword became quiet again, and then conveyed a more resentful thought.

I remember that when they were still weak, the dragon in front of them was kind to them, and if they wanted to ask for their help, they had to coax and lie. But now, they are so rough and ruthless, completely ignoring their thoughts.

"You must learn to accept the reality. This is your master. Although it is only part of your original master, you cannot deny it all."

Tyrell tried to brainwash the Archangel Sword, but even this most talkative artifact did not accept the concepts conveyed by Tyrell at all and was unwilling to recognize its owner.

This seemed to involve principles and positions that did not allow for retreat. There was a little room for negotiation and a few good words. Seeing that the sword was still not made with oil and salt, Tyrell threw it back in with great annoyance. In the Void Continent, he then began to think.

With his current knowledge and the assistance of the World Tree, he can be said to be the best alchemist in the biological field in the world.

As long as he is given enough biological materials, he can create alchemical life forms that do not exist in the world out of thin air, just like the sleeping holy angel in front of him.

Although he encountered many problems, large and small, during his research and attempts along the way, he solved them one by one.

But unexpectedly, after he solved almost all the problems, problems appeared where they should least have occurred. The Kingdom of Holy Light did not recognize the new master who had been resurrected.

Even the Archangel Sword, which is the most talkative and flexible in bottom line, does not recognize it, let alone several other items. Without the assistance of these artifacts, the resurrected Holy Angel cannot achieve what he expected. The strongest posture.

"take it easy!"

Tyrell didn't have any good solutions for this. He planned to wait and see if these guys would slowly compromise. If they really couldn't compromise, they would have to consider rebuilding them.

A weapon that cannot be used as effectively as it should on the battlefield is inferior to a piece of art, but the art can still be displayed.

"It's almost time to wake up. It's not good to keep sleeping."

In the call of Di Ruier, the Holy Angel, who spent nearly a thousand units of source blood to regain his body, slowly opened his eyes. They were a pair of extremely bright golden vertical pupils, but these pairs contained The endless majestic dragon eyes were empty and lifeless, without any emotion.

"The spirituality is still a bit lacking."

Seeing the stunned holy angel in front of him, who couldn't even call out his real name, Tyrell walked around him and looked at him for a moment, then carefully examined it for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion.

This angel still needs to be refined over the years before he can have complete consciousness, because he is different from the many archangels who have been suppressed by the World Tree for a long time.

This holy angel, who was tortured by the devil and was fed only with dregs, was in a mutilated state before. Although he is resurrected now, there are still many things missing. He does not even have the inheritance of an angel. As for the memory of his previous life , not even a little bit. Everything he has was given by Tyril.

"There is no real name. This is just a flesh and blood puppet."

After waiting for a while, Tyrell was a little annoyed when he didn't hear the holy angel in front of him call out his true name.

Because this means that he has not created a life with a truly independent personality, but is just an alchemy puppet that looks very much like a living being.

Sasha~

Sensing Diriel's troubles, the sound of gold and jade colliding was heard, the branches and leaves were whirling, and a green-gold fruit fell from the crown of the tree, leaving an arc of light and hitting the extremely stupid-looking Holy Angel.

Buzz——

The fruit directly turned into a ray of light and blended into the chest of the holy angel without any stagnation. At this time, a gleam of light suddenly appeared in the eyes of the holy angel.

A powerful aura emerged from the angel's body, and then spread in all directions like a sea wave. White-hot blazing fire ignited from his body. The powerful aura impacted the entire half plane, but it was unable to shake the slightest bit.

"Hilbert Tyrell..."

The true name that Tyrell had been waiting for for a long time was revealed from the mouth of the holy angel. When the holy angel read out his true name, a connection that transcended all contracts and oaths was formed.

"Hilbert, that's a good name. From today on, you are the commander of my imperial army, and you are the agent of my will!"

Although the holy angel in front of him has become a complete living being and has acquired his true name, Tyrell does not intend to give him too complicated responsibilities and just stay by his side.

He cannot pay attention to his empire all the time. He always needs to rest, even when traveling far away. During this period, the Holy Angel can serve as his eyes, supervising the movements of the empire. If there is any evil, try to When someone challenges his majesty and authority, he can turn into a sharp sword and kill him.

As for guarding and protection, Tyrell doesn't think he needs these unless someone is really stupid enough to think they can challenge his country.

"As you command, my lord!"

The Holy Angel, with a flash of agility in his eyes, looked at Tyrell, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered his head. He did not call Tyrell his father like other Blood Angels.

"Counting the time, I haven't been seen outside for almost eight years."

Tyrell looked at the holy angel with dull eyes, not paying attention to the difference in names.

"Come on, come out with me and take a look."

Tyrell had no need for a grand scene to announce his return. When he returned to his Sun Palace, everything was calm and the elements showed no signs of restlessness.

Only some spellcasters who have a deep understanding of the elemental field seem to be aware of it, but they can only vaguely sense that there is an existence at the highest position in the elemental field. It is like the return of the emperor, and many elements naturally appear. I surrendered to him without any dispute.

"His Majesty!"

Although Tyrell walked out of the demiplane without causing any disturbance, several subordinate leaders who were still in the Sedellin Islands still came to see them one after another, especially the new queen of the Naga Kingdom, Sidnia, who was very close at hand. , is extremely positive.

"Is something big happening?"

Tyrell asked. Although the world of Sirros was in turmoil, under the deterrent of his power, many of his territories basically maintained a peace rarely seen in other regions.

Even those followers of evil gods with abnormal brains or followers of abyss and hell have rarely made trouble in his territory over the years.

After all, in his territory, the probability of success in causing trouble is infinitely close to zero. Even if it succeeds by luck, the summoned monster will be suppressed and killed in the shortest time when it comes to the material world, and the gain outweighs the loss.

"The Kingdom of Bultan will be destroyed!"

In the shadows under his feet, there were dragon shadows surging, and news from all over the world continued to flow into Direal's ears. Most of them were ignored by Diril, until one of them was heard by Diril. Attention caught his eye.

"The Kingdom of Bultan is going to be destroyed? What's going on?"

Tyrell asked carefully, and then more detailed information came to his ears. Shadow soldiers who can shuttle between shadow and reality are the best assassins, but they are also the best intelligence collectors. When they deliberately When hiding themselves, it is difficult for even the caster to detect them.

"The entrance to the Underdark..."

The destruction of an ordinary grand duchy may only happen overnight, because such a small country only relies on a single legendary combat power to support it. Once there is a problem with the legend, it will only take a few days to collapse.

But the kingdom is different. Although there are no mandatory requirements, a country that dares to claim the title of king must have a plurality of legends, and at least one high-level legend. Only in this way can the highest ruler be qualified to call the king. .

The Kingdom of Bultan is one of the short-lived kingdoms with a relatively deep foundation. It has thirteen legends in the country and two high-level legends, including a spell caster.

Although the current situation in the world is turbulent and has brought a lot of troubles to all countries, for the kingdom, if it just wants to survive and continue, there should be no problem. But I didn't expect that in just a few years, this would happen. A kingdom actually showed signs of collapse and destruction.

The reason is that in the core of the belly of its country, there is a passage connecting to the Dark Territory. It is a huge passage like a sinkhole. Even the ancient dragons lurking in the dark hell can enter and exit through it. freely.

With this passage, a large number of monsters from the dark areas emerged from the surface in a very short period of time. They fought for limited resources underground. The underground creatures competing for survival opportunities were far more brutal and ferocious than the surface creatures. .

In most cases, a small number of Underdark creatures appearing on the surface would not cause much damage at all, but this time it was different. The sinkhole directly connected the Bultan Kingdom to a powerful drow family in the Underdark. together.

Desperate for the rich resources on the surface, the naturally ambitious drow took this opportunity to gather a large number of monster legions to attack the order of the surface.

Because the sinkhole appeared so unexpectedly, the Burta Kingdom had no time to react and missed the best opportunity to seal it. Then they watched helplessly as monsters from the underground built a city within their territory.

In one war after another, although there were victories, the situation became more and more corrupt. As the legends of the Boltan Kingdom fell one after another, the monster legions from the underground became stronger and stronger, because there were constantly powerful monster clans. Get involved.