Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"uh-huh!"

The wound had healed before the blood could spurt out, but the pain that penetrated deep into the soul could not be false at all. Aslan groaned, and then opened his eyes suddenly, with a look of lingering fear in his eyes.

"woke up?"

"here it is……"

Aslan, who had subconsciously wanted to do something, looked at the surrounding environment and gradually regained his composure.

"Do you remember what happened? Who was the attacker? Do you have any impressions?"

When the attack occurred, Aslan was not accompanied by any Blood Angels, not even a Legend. It was a carefully chosen moment by the attackers.

"I didn't see it clearly at the time."

Hearing Tyrell's question, Aslan's eyes were a little ashamed. One thing he had to deny was that since he became Pluto, he had won successive battles in foreign battles. He had become a little arrogant and lost his vigilance. Heart, and this time he failed, if it were not for the timely rescue of the Holy Blood Angel, he would have lost his life.

"I didn't see clearly!"

Tyrell nodded thoughtfully. Although Aslan's experience was not very rich, and he was even a little confused because of too much abuse of food, but in any case, he is the Pluto who has mastered the power of rules. .

The attackers that he couldn't even see were most likely to be related to gods, and they were even gods with the vocations of [Shadow] and [Assassination].

"The big tree attracts the wind!"

This was another god who was eyeing him. Even though Di Ruier was full of confidence, he couldn't help sighing at this moment.

"Can you still lead the army to fight? If you feel tired, you can rest here for a while!"

This is an unprecedented test. Although Di Ruil is confident that he will be able to pass it, Di Ruil doesn't know how much he will have to pay to survive this ordeal. He looked at his close friend and spoke with a smile. A friendly warning.

"Are you looking down on me? Tyrell."

Hearing Tyrell's words, although he knew that Tyrell was thinking about him, Aslan didn't appreciate it at all.

"The pressure I faced on the battlefield back then was much greater than it is now. It was just an assassination, and I was just frightened. But it is impossible for me to be afraid and hide here like a coward."

"Depending on your situation, the person who assassinated you might be an incarnation of a god, or even an incarnation of a saint."

Tyrell revealed his conjecture, hoping to put some pressure on Aslan.

But obviously, the king who was not even a legend but dared to command an army and fought against the ancestral dragons on the front line would not be intimidated.

"Yeah, I guessed it too."

As he said that, Aslan's eyes showed a look of thought.

"They may want to kill me with one blow. If I show up outside alive, how likely do you think they are planning a second assassination?"

"This is what is bound to happen."

When the nearly immortal gods want to target creatures in the material world, of course they cannot stop because of a mere failure. The loss of several incarnations is a loss they can bear.

More often than not, gods stop doing it just because it is not worth it and the consumption is greater than the gain, so they quit. But World Tree is different. No god can ignore it, let alone sending incarnations, even if it is based on... It can even come in the form of a saint.

Therefore, whether it is Veronica, the Dragon Mother of Green City, or Aslan, the King of Hades, who is assassinated, this is just the beginning, but far from the end.

Tyrell could foresee that the assassination attempts against him and his subordinates would probably intensify.

"If this is bound to happen, then I have to go out. Only in this way can you have a chance to catch them."

"Yes, but for that you need to bear a lot of risk."

Reincarnated as the first generation of gods through the fruits of the World Tree, within the scope of the World Tree, as long as they are not instantly killed and their souls are not preserved, they can basically survive under the protection of the power of the World Tree.

But once you leave the scope of the World Tree and encounter an assassination, it will naturally return to dust, dust to dust, no different from other creatures.

Because of this, Tyrell relaxed all the constraints on the World Tree and allowed the World Tree to expand and cover the area. Only in this way, the area that he, the king of the sacred tree, can conquer will also grow with it.

Within the scope of the domain, let alone the incarnation of a god or the arrival of a saint, even if the true god descended, Tyrell would dare to step forward and fight.

"What is this compared to the pressure you are carrying?"

Hearing Tyrell's words, Aslan smiled carelessly.

He didn't really care about death. After all, he had experienced the taste of death, finally survived, and gained the power he had dreamed of before.

But he clearly knows that his power comes from the World Tree. Once the World Tree is cut down, everything he has now will be like bubbles.

He is not only fighting for Tyrell, fighting for his former friendship, but also fighting for his own survival. Their life and death interests are all together, and they can be said to share weal and woe. How can he stay here with peace of mind.

"My pressure is actually not as great as I imagined."

The fourth-level dragon nest has been developed, which means that Di Ruier's subordinates can already produce soul-level combat power on a large scale. This is a particularly terrifying thing.

Even in the kingdom, the soul-level combat power is the mainstay and cannot be easily ignored. But now, Di Ruier can use this level of combat power as cannon fodder, even if it is better than the conventional orthodox soul-level combat power, it can be used as cannon fodder. A little weaker, but the numbers more than make up for it.

The biggest research topic of Xieros Research Institute now is the fifth-level dragon nest. Once it can be like the Zerg, it can create legendary level combat power in batches, enough to bulldoze the world.

"You don't need to say anything, I understand everything, and I will definitely support you with all my strength."

It's a pity that Tyrell's words were regarded as Aslan's comfort to him.

"Since you have decided to go out, I will give you a map. Outside the map, you should not set foot in any unmarked places. Within the marks, you can walk as you like. Once you are assassinated again, I will It can come in an instant.”

Tyrell did not explain much, but gave Aslan a bark map that could change in real time. On the map, with the Sedellin Islands as the core, a large group of green light was spreading in all directions.

This is the scope that the World Tree can cover. Within this scope, Tyrell can exercise his authority as the king of the sacred tree, and this authority can also be brought into full play.

This is considered a secret, but Aslan can trust it.

"I see."

"Just refer to your previous actions. With Malok's nature, as long as you are still active in the outside world, he will definitely be unable to restrain himself and attack you again. At that time, I will definitely intervene in time."

Treating a close friend and treating a slave are naturally two completely different standards. Tyrell did not give Veronica, the Dragon Mother of Green City, any right to choose at all. Instead, he ordered her to continue to slaughter the Color Dragon Clan and cleanse the Dragon Queen's belief in this treason. act.

Although the Green Dragon King was unwilling to give in, she really wanted to replace Aslan and stay in the extremely safe Sedellin Islands, but she did not have this image at all. I can only set out again in fear.

Revenge against the gods may seem heroic and ambitious when spoken of, but if it is really implemented, it must be at the cost of life, even if she has reached the pinnacle that many dragons cannot reach in their lifetime.

"Perhaps it's time for me to speed up your growth."

Two gods have already shown hostility, and perhaps more gods are lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportunity. Tyrell came to the demiplane, looked up at the World Tree, and a thought suddenly emerged in his mind.

fishing in the lake

It is quite foolish to give up long-term and sustainable stable income for short-term gains, especially for short-growing species, but everything must be dealt with on a case-by-case basis.

The current situation is not optimistic. Although Tyrell is confident, he is not arrogant enough to resist the malice of so many gods.

It is not difficult to really defeat the gods. That is, if he is promoted to become the Dragon King, and under the protection of the World Tree, he ensures that he is not excluded by the rules of the material world. Then he can compete with the gods as the Dragon King. His power swept over all the gods who dared to covet the World Tree.

However, with the current accumulation of world numbers, it is certainly possible to achieve rapid expansion, but if he wants to accumulate the qualifications that can allow him to be promoted to become the Dragon King, it is still far from being able to do so.

Because Tyrell has attracted the attention of the small worlds where the World Tree is rooted. He wants the world to swallow up these small planes.

sough!

The moment Dirrell's thoughts settled, the World Tree immediately began to tremble. As the branches and leaves trembled, a sense of long-lost joy was conveyed.

Compared with taking root in the world, growing with the rules of the world as nourishment, and swallowing the whole world, the harvest will naturally be greater.

However, wanting to devour the world will inevitably arouse the world's full resistance. Even the world consciousness without any self-will and emotions will truly appear when the world is on the verge of destruction.

But the so-called will of the world is a collection of the subconscious minds of all creatures living in the world. If the main species that occupy absolute power within a world are all focused on the outside.

If it is swallowed up, the will of the world may not be able to resist, because they are all moles, and Tyrell's men happen to have such a small material plane.

Kalimdor

The dominant ethnic groups within it are the immigrant wood elves and a small number of high elves, as well as a larger number of native humans.

In addition to humans, there are also a large number of flying dragons and dragon-like creatures roaming there.

Tyrell was very doubtful that in this case, if he commanded the World Tree to devour it, the will of the world of Kalimdor would be revealed.

Even if it can be condensed and formed, the will of the world is kneeling and licking the world tree, taking the initiative to integrate with joy, or is it full of entanglement and resistance, but it can't help but cater to it.

That is to say, when Tyrael was turning these thoughts, the world tree had already begun to devour the world of Kalimdor. The conjectures that emerged in Tyrael's mind could soon be verified.