Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"The demons from the abyss invade Carlos, and they can only get fear and despair from here."

The sonorous and confident words echoed in the Hall of Kings of the World Tree. Once these words came out, all the kings agreed.

The demon tide that swept through the worlds of the World Tree system was a terrible disaster for any world. Even for the big world, if it encountered an abyss invasion of this scale, it would be quite a headache and would inevitably be injured.

But for the world of Carlos, this is different. From top to bottom in Carlos, regardless of race or age, as long as they can lift a knife or a sword, they are happy to hear about war and eager to find an enemy.

The demon army that emerged from the irregular gaps in the abyss was regarded by almost all races as a gift package of military merits from heaven.

Although these abyss armies often appeared in the form of surprise attacks, they caused considerable casualties every time, but these casualties were basically ignored.

The spirit of martial arts prevails under the World Tree. Those who die in the demon raids can hardly get any honor. Only those who die in the battle with the demons can be barely recognized.

A fierce man who can kill the big demons who raid like cattle and sheep will be warmly sought after, but this is still nothing.

In the tide of the abyss invasion, there are even lunatics who rush into the abyss alone, carrying weapons, and then return with piles of demon heads.

Each of these lunatics who dare to kill into the abyss is like a dazzling star. Wherever they go, they can get the treatment of emptying the streets, and let people in a city and a place compete to chase them, regard them as star idols, and worship and imitate them.

This kind of worship and strong identification can even break through the boundaries of race. Even if it is a green-skinned goblin, as long as he can kill into the abyss alone and bring back the head of a Balor Flame Demon, he can get the pursuit of tens of millions of people and supreme respect.

Such a goblin is qualified to stand with the Blood Angels, and can even make the elves bow their heads in awe to show respect.

This is the current Carlos

A terrifying world that gradually pursues war and craves killing, even the demons in the abyss will feel afraid.

"Under the World Tree, there is nothing worth distracting me for the time being. I will sleep for a hundred years. During the sleep, all matters will be decided by you together. If there is a matter of danger to the survival of the World Tree, you can wake me up in advance."

Looking at the worlds, it is difficult to find opponents. Even the most crazy and chaotic abyss can be dealt with calmly and freely. Therefore, Di Ruier is ready to continue on the epic road.

He no longer needs to worry about the accumulation of source power. The growth of the World Tree will naturally provide him with a steady stream of source power to supply his growth.

Now, what he needs to master is the rules of all things that a creator should master. If he does this, he will naturally become the master of all things, and even the master of all worlds, above all gods.

By then, the so-called dragon hunter Malok was nothing but an ant in front of him, and it was meaningless no matter where he hid.

Thus, the order of the hundred worlds under the World Tree entered the era of the kings' discussion.

The so-called kings naturally included Diriel's descendants, partners, close friends, and loyal followers, who were promoted to epics who had received the gift of source power.

Under the spread of the roots of the World Tree, these epics can go all out, and with the rise and fall of one, even the powerful divine power can hardly compete with them.

This is the greatest confidence and support for the spread of the roots of the World Tree to many material interfaces.

If it were not for some constraints and self-limitations, the World Tree today could even take the annexation of the entire world community as the highest goal, rather than pursuing it, because it is achievable.

It is precisely because the control of the World Tree is so thorough that Diriel can decentralize power without worry after stabilizing the situation, and turn to sleep to seek a higher epic realm.

Although Di Ruier rarely entered the secular world and appeared in front of the creatures of all races after his promotion to epic, his influence has always existed. The development of all living beings is guided by a will.

However, when Di Ruier fell asleep, everything began to change. The era of co-rule by the kings meant that many things could only be discussed. Some policies that could have been implemented and executed had to be slowed down, while some policies that would have been refuted before had the possibility of being implemented.

The original world tree system was like a war beast that didn't know what fullness was, but now, under the leadership of the kings, it has slowed down a little, no longer eager to devour the world, although it still takes a bite of the abyss from time to time, but it is much better than before.

But this can only slow down and cannot change its essence. The desire for expansion of the world tree is rooted in the hearts of all living things living under the tree canopy.

No one can stop and eradicate this desire, let alone the kings, even the Lord of the World Tree can't do it, because he is the biggest source of this terrible desire.

Therefore, in the world tree realms with war as the main theme, there are more colors that are different from war, or even incompatible with war. This was intolerable in the past, but now, it can exist.

It's hard to say whether this is a good or bad change, but the worlds of World Tree have become more prosperous and full of vitality because of it.

"Why? Those hybrids and dependents who only have dragon blood flowing in their bodies, and are not even pure-blooded dragons, can obtain the gift of source power. But as the heir of the Dragon Prince with the purest bloodline, I have no chance."

"That's not fair!"

The dissatisfaction that had been suppressed for a long time broke out at a certain moment, but before the roar could spread far, it was suppressed by a powerful force. Some unlucky people who happened to hear it had their souls invaded by this force. , erasing relevant memories.

"Presumptuous! Are you questioning your father?"

"Yes, that's right. I'm just questioning him. What are we doing that's not good enough? What's not good enough? Why can't we be crowned king?"

"No one has ever said that you can't be crowned king. This is the conclusion you have drawn from your own righteousness. There is only one reason why you can't be crowned king, and that is because your military exploits are not enough."

"War merits? You are actually telling me about war merits? I have obviously accumulated enough battle merits, but you guys actually changed the standards."

"Of course it needs to be modified. The power of World Tree is getting stronger day by day. The same thing requires different efforts at different times.

You only need to do easier things now to obtain the same results as before. It would be the greatest unfairness to use the same merit calculation mechanism. "

"Haha, the power is in your hands. Of course you can say whatever you want, but I don't accept it."

"If you don't agree with the standards we have set, then when His Majesty wakes up, you can complain to him in person."

"Complain to him? Haha!"

There was a sneer, and then a dragon shadow broke out from the Palace of Kings in the World Tree, directly breaking through the world barrier of Carlos and sinking into the void.

When Diriel woke up from a hundred-year slumber, he first received a piece of news from the Imperial Guard Dragon Warrior.

His real eldest son, Cronus, was particularly dissatisfied with the changes to the system of accumulating military merit. He made a scene in the Palace of Kings, had a fierce quarrel with the kings and then ran away angrily.

"Let him be."

After a hundred years of slumber, Tyrell, who had gained a lot in understanding the laws, was in a good mood. Even when he heard that his heir was missing, he didn't care much, or in other words, he didn't care much at all.

"Your Majesty, do you need to summon all the kings to see you?"

"No, it's not necessary now. I need to do something now. Let's call them together after I finish it!"

After waking up, Tyrell stretched his increasingly huge body in the sea of ​​trees. Now, his body alone may be comparable to those giant beasts wandering in the void.

The undulating and stretching of the scales is like mountains turning into plains, and then the plains turning into mountains. When you bow slightly, you can see the rising and falling of a big dragon, which contains majestic power that can change the world.

"Although it's still a little short of being a real creator, it's time. We're just dealing with gods. There's no need to be so cautious."

After waking up, Di Ruier just took a gentle step forward, and his eight-kilometer-long body disappeared into the sea of ​​lush trees.

When he reappeared, he was already in the void, suddenly separated from the World Tree, and a sense of fragility and emptiness that was usually difficult to feel and appreciate came to his eyes.

However, as the giant dragon vibrated its wings and a continuous storm emerged, this sense of illusion was quickly suppressed by Tyrell.

There is no doubt that after leaving the World Tree, his combat power will be reduced and weakened, but even so, it is enough for him to walk sideways in this world community, unless he encounters the legendary Titan.

"I've already seen you, how long are you going to hide?"

Di Ruier's gaze was like two scorching suns. Just by sweeping it, it illuminated the dark void of billions of miles. In the seemingly empty void, the outline of a plane divine kingdom suddenly appeared, vaguely visible. Hear the wails and cries of the dragon coming from it.

If you look carefully, you can also see many buildings and weapons and equipment made of dragon bones that suppress dragon souls.

Unlike the abyss lord in the abyss who could only build a palace with the bones of undead dragon beasts to vent his resentment, the materials used by this powerful god to build temples and arm his legions all came from pure-blood dragons.

"You are the most arrogant and reckless Dragon King I have ever seen!"

Under Tyrell's gaze, the powerful divine power Malok, which had been hidden in the void, emerged from the Kingdom of God.

The divine body constructed from the purest golden divine power was so majestic. Even in the void, Chen Heng faced the Dragon King who was like a giant beast in the void. He was not inferior at all, and even had the momentum to fight against him.

"You are the most cowardly and incompetent god I have ever seen!"

It's not just ridicule, it's not like Tyrell doesn't know how to do it.

In fact, he did not expect that Malok would be so cowardly. As a god who needs to rely on the faith of all living beings in the material world, this guy actually moved the god to a barren void where the material world could not be found around him.

If he hadn't touched the threshold of the Creator, or even set one foot in this realm, he might not have been able to find this guy.

"Haha, do you know how many dragon gods and dragon kings there are in the dragon clan?"

Malok was not angry at being mocked by Direll, or rather, he had no capital to be angry now, and could only try to seduce Direll with words.

"You may know better than me, but I don't care about this."

Drell didn't care.

"Since the birth of the Nine-Faced Dragon God, your dragon race has produced 29 dragon gods and 47 dragon kings..."

"Are you just using this kind of nonsense to delay your own death?"

"Don't you want to know why I am still active in the void despite my status as a god?

You are not the first dragon king to find me, nor will you be the last."

"I do want to know why you are still alive today? But before that, I want to correct you. I must be the last dragon king to find you."

Diriel did not hide his curiosity. The overall strength of the dragon race was unquestionable, so Diriel was also very confused. Why was there such a thing as the dragon hunter Malok? Shouldn't it have been destroyed by the dragon god and the dragon king when it first appeared?

"That's because you dragons need me, need my existence. Only if I exist, can you dragons develop better."

"What an absurd reason."

"Mortals once did a very interesting experiment, grazing a flock of sheep on each side of the river. The flock on one side can graze without any natural enemies, while the flock on the other side needs to be vigilant against wolves at all times.

In the end, the flock on one side of the river became extinct. Guess which side it was?"

"What a boring answer. I am really disappointed. So, your existence is related to our dragons."

Direlle couldn't help shaking her head.

"That's right, so I can't..."

"Why are there always idiots who think they are not irreplaceable?"

Before Malok finished speaking confidently, Diriel's tail, which stretched for thousands of meters, had already passed the kingdom of God with mountains, plains, rivers and lakes.

"No!"

Accompanied by a cry of grief and an unwilling roar, in hundreds of worlds, the statues dedicated to the dragon hunter Malok began to crack at the same time, and then shattered.