Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

"I will let the paladin screen them."

In response to Gu Jinlong's begging for mercy, Dirrell made an extremely plain promise, but it could not calm Guderian at all. It is difficult to say how many people can survive in a place where the paladin has screened it once, especially in a place with frequent wars. Borderland.

But Gu Jinlong knew that he could not reverse the decision of the bronze dragon in front of him. Being able to intercede for those poor and weak creatures whose names he didn't even know was the best he could do.

As for the legendary Grand Dukes who were canonized by him personally, but now rebelled because of the dragon emperor's atrocities, he didn't bother to speak. He knew that those guys were dead, and it would be useless no matter who they took refuge in.

At this moment, Tyrell's power is superior to that of Carlos, the Blue Ting King. But what makes Guderian feel helpless and even frightened is that there are many existences and forces in the outside world who do not know that this bronze tyrant has already So powerful.

There are a considerable number of beings and forces who retain their original rigid thinking, believing that if the Dragon Clan wants to increase their power, it will take a long time to accumulate. The more powerful the Dragon Clan, the more so.

Although Tyrell is strong, the strength he shows is based on the favor given to him by the Dragon God and the many artifacts he possesses.

The bias caused by such a wrong understanding is fatal.

Guderian thought so, but now this ancient golden dragon has no intention of paying attention to these self-righteous guys.

Because he himself knew that if it weren't for his special identity and race, the junior bronze dragon in front of him would have killed him, but even so, his future life would not be as easy as before. .

So let's think about how to live our lives in the future. As for those guys, they should pay the due price for their contempt.

This bronze dragon emperor should also need to use the blood and bones of some powerful enough creatures to forge his own throne and move it to where he should be.

"Telensu, Mecca..."

Dirrell called out to several paladin leaders who were walking in the city. It was the existence of these legendary paladins. Therefore, Diril, in this great trial, could always be condescending and overlook everything without having to die personally. participate.

"Your Excellency Tyrell!"

Even the legendary paladin looked at Dirrell with respect. After all, the dragon in front of them gave them the opportunity to practice the order they sought. There will never be anyone like this man in the world. Trust the paladin ruler now.

"I will be away for a few days, no more than three days at most. During this period, the entire city of Midgar will be under martial law and you will maintain control. Can you do that?"

"We won't let you down."

Several holy warriors bowed to accept the order, and Gu Jinlong looked at this scene with a strange look in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

Because strictly speaking, these paladins only have an alliance with Tyrell, and are not followers or servants of Tyrell.

But now this king invited his allies to massacre his own city, and he also handed over the management of the capital to his allies, and these allies also happily obeyed. They didn't look like allies at all, but looked like his private army. Same.

Di Ruier saw the strange look in the old dragon's eyes and could probably guess what the ancient golden dragon was thinking, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Because so far, he does not have an army that is large enough and normal enough. As for the few legions he has, none of them are suitable to be dispatched to maintain public order.

The number is sufficient but not normal, and the number is relatively normal but not enough, so we can only entrust these paladins.

Their character is trustworthy, and the bloody weapons in their hands are enough to frighten this city that has been purged and judged for seven days.

As for Midgar's original security armaments and city defense forces, well, they were basically wiped out by the paladins. There were only a few survivors, so there was no need to expect them to be of any use.

After arranging everything for the time being, Di Ruier opened his dragon wings, soared into the sky, and headed towards the direction of the Silver Moon Royal Court. Floating clouds and flowing winds gathered with the arrival of the Storm Lord. Wherever he passed, thunder was also in the sky. Shining and roaring.

Natural disaster-level power began to brew along with Di Ruier's actions, and gradually expanded as he headed west. A storm cloud that would never be formed on land under natural conditions, erupted from high in the sky. Taking shape, countless lightning bolts roared in the clouds, shaking the sky.

The terrifying scene shocked the creatures on Tiril's westward journey. Even those unintelligent forest beasts would crawl among the gravel and rotten leaves in the face of the hurricane and roaring thunder that roared over their heads. In the middle, trembling, praying that the Lord of the sky, who is like a god and controls the wind and thunder, can show mercy, restrain his strength, and spare him.

Birds and beasts are so afraid of the power that overrides the power of nature, not to mention those races with enough intelligence. As long as they are a little bolder, they can feel the majestic and vast ocean at the core of the storm. breath of life.

Hundreds of tribes were frightened, and all spirits were prostrate. Even the gods who were superior to all living beings were attracted by such powerful fluctuations coming from the material world, and couldn't help but cast their gazes.

After all, there are countless such powerful creatures born in the material world. This is almost beyond the limit of what the material world can tolerate.

Such creatures are often in a state of slumber due to the struggle between the laws of balance in the material world and the rules of the material world, and only become active again after a long time.

"Not the original behemoth?"

"I thought it was an ancient alien species."

"It's actually a dragon. It looks familiar."

"Is this the divine descendant of Bahamut?"

"What kind of god? I suspect this is the descendant of Bahamut."

"What is that old dragon planning?"

The whispers coming from higher in the sky were ignored by Tyrell. To him, they were just a group of beings that he could catch up with as long as he waited patiently.

He is currently in the material world. To them, he is a nearly invincible and uncontestable existence. Therefore, there is no need to care about their eyes and opinions.

Crossing the mountains and passing through the plains, even the mountains and forests that many primitive tribes could never leave in their entire lives, in Di Ruier's eyes, they just passed by in a flash, because his location was too high, as high as the world. Everything is so small in his eyes.

However, it didn't take long before Dirrell began to lower his altitude, and everything in front of him began to zoom in rapidly, because the goal of his trip, the junction of the Silver Moon Royal Court and his territory, had arrived.

The large and small cities and towns dotted across this area appeared in Tyril's eyes, but everything was quickly swallowed up by darkness.

The storm is coming!

The moment Diriel arrived, a boundless storm enveloped the five principalities that had just announced their surrender to the Silver Moon Royal Court. Many local residents did not even realize what had happened.

For those at the top, they can know almost all the information happening around the world simultaneously, but for the people at the bottom, they can get accurate information from the farthest away, which is probably the other side of where they live.

The residents of these five principalities were unaware of the news of the Midgar Massacre. A considerable number of residents even did not know the existence of Midgar.

However, these are not important. Tyrell has no intention of taking action against these weak residents. Although he does not mind being called a tyrant, he is not cruel enough to massacre the people of a country without any trial. The situation requires at least a review and a walk through of the process.

The main goals of his trip this time were the Silver Moon Palace, the Kingdom of Mountains, and the Seven Lights Holy Tower. As for the rebellious Grand Dukes, in his eyes, they were just minor troubles that could be solved easily.

legend!

The existence that already stood at the apex of all living beings in the material world was so weak and powerless in Di Ruier's eyes. With just a glance, he locked onto a relatively prosperous city in this area.

In the core of that prosperous city, in a castle built on a low hill, Diriel, who was perched thousands of meters above the ground, saw the frightened and panic-stricken middle-aged man in the castle. He pushed away. He brought the plate-armored servant, hurriedly enchanted the armor, and picked up the weapon.

But no matter how fast he moved, he couldn't compare to the thunder. Countless electric lightnings swam in the storm clouds, converging into a meandering thunder snake, roaring and roaring towards the castle locked by Diriel.

boom--

The area that was plunged into darkness due to the coming of the storm was instantly illuminated. The dazzling lightning made many people who had no time to close their eyes burst into tears. Those who were too close were directly deafened and blinded. Those with slightly weaker constitutions were just because The thunder shook when it collided with the earth, causing him to faint and fall to the ground.

When everything calmed down, a blackened lightning crater replaced the castle that Tyrell had just locked. As for everything originally, whether it was the castle, the landscape garden statues, or anything else, they were all reduced to ashes and nothing remained.

Outside this lightning strike crater, there is a circle of people lying evenly. They are all unlucky ones who were stunned by the lightning strike. As for whether they are all innocent, I don’t know. Anyway, they are basically still alive now. But I'm afraid it will take a long time to recover.

"The Grand Duke is gone!"

In this prosperous border city, there are of course extraordinary professionals who can stay awake. After all, Diriel was only targeting that legend and did not intend to massacre the city.

It's just that his already restrained power has stunned and frightened many extraordinary beings, destroying cities with one blow and killing legends instantly.

It is no exaggeration to say that for extraordinary beings, this is also a power that transcends cognition, and it can be classified as a miracle.

So much so that some priests in the city couldn't help but kneel on the ground, looking up in awe at the dark sky where the storm and clouds gathered.

"Did our Lord send a miracle?"

"Whose Majesty has the Grand Duke offended?"

"Hurricane? Thunder? Could it be the Lord of Storms?"

Listening to the message conveyed by the wind, Tyrell's expression was a little subtle. He just guided the elements with his spiritual will and erased the legendary blow, but the priests in this city regarded it as a divine punishment sent by the gods.

However, Tyrell did not intend to show up to explain anything. His words and deeds today will naturally be recorded and praised spontaneously.

If there is any god who steals his deeds regardless of life and death and uses them as a carrier to spread his faith, then don't blame him for being rude.

"First, next, second."

Dirrell's eyes patrolled the heaven and earth. Legends have a fundamental life gap with most living creatures. Although they are legends from the human race, in Dirrell's vision, they are like torches in the darkness. Just as conspicuous.

These legends who surrendered to the ancient golden dragon Guderian but rebelled because of his arrival were no different from newborn babies in the face of Diriel. They were even wiped out by Thunder without even knowing it.

However, there were some guys who were smart enough to tear up the teleportation scroll and run away the moment the storm came, but Tyrell didn't mind this either.

For him, killing these rebellious princes and taking back the land was just a matter of course. These guys knew that escaping to their new masters would save time and effort for Tyrell.

"The reaction speed is really slow, but there are two more people, so it's okay!"

Without taking action personally, just manipulating the elemental authority to obliterate the three legends. Tyrell left the border cities in panic. He directly tore open the space cracks and followed the space beacon he had just locked, landing directly on a living place. Above the abundant tree city.

Silver Moon Holy Capital!

This is a city of ten thousand trees with seven ancient trees of life as the core nodes and 18,000 ancient trees of war activated as defense!

This tree city is the core of the Silver Moon Royal Court. It is a dream holy land for many elves in the world of Kallos who are wandering or being persecuted. It is also a dream pilgrimage for druids in the natural field. place.

This is definitely the dream city that countless people want to settle in. No one will refuse it. Even Tyrell fell in love with this city at the first sight after his arrival.

Just like the emotion the city had when it discovered his existence, this emotion even far exceeded Tyrell's love.

The king of sacred trees!

Before the storm could howl due to the arrival of Diril, a riot broke out in the City of Ten Thousand Trees, which had maintained peace for nearly ten thousand years. Hundreds of thousands of thick tree vines rose into the sky, like A turquoise waterfall flowing backwards into the sky, sweeping towards Tiril.

But it was not an attack, but a rejoicing, like a subject welcoming his king.