Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

The Golden Dragon Queen left. Whether it was her departure or arrival, it was silent, without causing any waves, and it did not change anything.

This made some people who paid close attention to this matter feel disappointed. At the same time, they also felt more fearful of the dragon monarch entrenched on the Elmond continent.

The Dragon King's words and deeds since his awakening have completely exposed the nature of a tyrant, and now judging from his attitude towards his partner, he may be labeled cold and ruthless.

Not even his closest companion could reverse his decision. It seems that everything can only operate according to his will, no matter who it is.

However, the Bronze Dragon Lord, who had made all the subjects in his territory feel more and more fearful because of his cruel behavior, had an uncontrollable look of sleepiness in his eyes at this moment.

"Originally, we planned to declare the founding of a country and set its capital in Elmond Continent, but now it seems that this is no longer possible."

With the activities during this period, Tyrell, who felt increasingly sleepy, sat on the throne, looking up at the magnificent dome above his head, but his eyes passed through the dome and the alchemical matrix spread throughout it, and looked outside the dome. The vastness of the sky.

Regardless of his current strength or bloodline level, he has endless energy. Even if he is sleepless, he will not feel any sleepiness.

But in fact, until the first day he opened his eyes and left the scope of the World Tree, he felt a sense of sleepiness sweeping over him.

This feeling of sleepiness is getting stronger and stronger day by day, and until today, Tyrell even has the idea and impulse to close his eyes and have a good sleep.

This is of course an abnormal situation. This sleepiness does not originate from the body, which is completely different from the sleepiness produced during the transformation period, but comes from the outside world. This is the law of the material world. For him standing in the material world like this Extreme biological suppression.

The world instinctively hopes that creatures like him can stay in a long-term slumber, instead of being full of energy, wandering around and giving orders.

Not to mention his active tossing, even unconscious activities, words and deeds can cause great disasters. For ordinary intelligent races, this is simply a disaster.

He knows the reason and understands the self-protection mechanism of this world, but as an existence that is vaguely suppressed by the will of the world, Tyrell is certainly unwilling to accept this kind of sleep that is not caused by his own will.

Not to mention that once he enters a sleeping state, it will be of no use to his growth and accumulation of strength, and it may be difficult to wake up in a short period of time. During this period, God knows what the country he has spent a lot of time building will become. What does it look like.

But even if he must use all his will to fight against it, it is unrealistic. No matter how powerful he is, he cannot fight against the entire world. He can only return to the Sedellin Islands, under the protection of the World Tree, To stay awake.

This is an easy decision for Tyrell. It is nothing more than changing the political center. It has not yet been determined anyway. Moreover, he just cannot move outside the archipelago for a long time.

“After going round and round, we’re back to where we started!”

Tyrell, who had taken care of everything in Midgar, returned to Sedellin again.

Although he left, he did not entrust Midgar's affairs to any dragon family, because he could go there regularly to deal with it without giving up his authority.

"His Majesty!"

When Tyrell returned to the Sedellin Islands, many of his family members and the new Naga Lords came to see him.

Those things he threw to his followers before he left have been handled very well. The first dragon-blooded Naga Sidnia, the original god's followers, has used his power to board the the queen's throne.

Although with her own strength and prestige, Sidnia is not enough to sit in such a position, but with the support of Tyrell and many dragon-blooded legions, she can still wear the crown firmly on her head, but this is doomed. From then on, she couldn't get rid of the shadow above her head and spent her whole life crawling.

"Um!"

Tyrell was not too surprised by the submission of the offshore waters, and he did not even show any joy.

Because all this seems to him to be natural. After all, he has already solved the strongest queen. After showing such force, the remaining Naga lords have only two choices, either to surrender or to go into exile.

"Break through the legend earlier and don't let me down."

Tyrell gave some true blood at will, then dismissed all these dependents, and entered the demiplane of World Tree alone.

The giant dragon looked up at the almost unchanged World Tree, feeling the ever-expanding territory, and his expression couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

Although he has now become an ancestral dragon that can reopen a lineage, using himself as the source to create a brand new dragon species with an almost infinite lifespan, it is still far behind compared to the sacred tree in front of him. .

The growth time of the World Tree is so long that it can make the gods who claim to be immortal feel despair. Even the ancestral dragons still feel that they have more than enough to raise a World Tree.

However, this feeling of powerlessness was quickly eliminated by Di Ruier. After all, even now, the World Tree, which is just a sapling, can still be of great help to him. In the field of natural expansion, he can ignore the world's influence. His suppression.

The most important thing is that this kind of realm continues to expand as the world grows. In other words, if the realm of World Tree can encompass the entire world of Kallos, no matter how far Tyrell has grown, he can ignore the world. Law, walk freely.

Because by that time, it means that the World Tree has devoured Carlos and turned it into a part of itself. As the king of the sacred tree, he naturally has the highest authority. The laws of the material world that exclude gods and equal existences do not apply to him at all. It will work, and he has authority similar to that of the Creator.

It's just that this is just a wish for a better future. Although this day will inevitably come, the time it takes to arrive will probably make even the ancestral dragons feel despair.

"Conquer the world!"

Tyrell silently communicated with World Tree. The way to accelerate the growth of World Tree had long been placed in front of him. He would conquer more worlds and let World Tree penetrate its roots into them and use the laws of these worlds as nutrition.

However, to do this, you need a strong enough legion, but now the forces he has developed are not enough to even protect the territory he conquered, let alone invade other worlds.

"I don't know how long it will take for these fruits to ripen."

Di Ruier's eyes passed over the green fruits hidden among the branches and leaves of the vines. These were the first generation of dependents bred by the World Tree. Under normal circumstances, they would become the first generation of gods in the world opened by the World Tree, and rule the mountains and rivers of the world. The earth and the sun, moon and stars.

Now, after these first-generation gods were conceived, they could only serve him as the king of the sacred tree as his subjects. But just like the world tree swallowed up the world of Kallos, the time for these first-generation gods to be conceived was also extremely long and short. Don’t expect it within the time frame.

The only thing that can be expected is that under his arrangement, the world tree will input most of the nutrients into his friend Aslan who has been reincarnated, ensuring that he will be resurrected in the shortest time.

"It's really troublesome!"

It seemed that no matter what he wanted to do, he could only wait. Tyrell muttered with some dissatisfaction, then turned around and walked into the void floating land that he had not entered for a long time.

The temple standing at the top of the pyramid is as always, exuding the grand atmosphere of eternal silence, and Tyrell is even more relaxed and at ease when he sets foot here. There is no power to suppress him here. When he returns here, he feels as warm as going home.

He can stretch his body at will and does not have to deliberately restrain his power. His power can already shake the floating land slightly, but it is not enough to shake the pyramid, let alone collapse the temple.

Even if he showed off his dragon body unscrupulously, he could still pass through the magnificent temple portal and enter the interior of the temple with ease.

Losing the nourishment of the World Tree species, the vast green forest formed by a ray of power from the World Tree that traverses the void appears to be more and more ordinary in Di Ruier's eyes.

Tyrell glanced at all of this indifferently, and then climbed onto the altar. He originally wanted to find the crimson demon god, chat for a while, and ask for advice on conquering other worlds, but he just stepped onto the altar. At that moment, this altar containing supreme power was touched.

The golden light soared into the sky, turned into a river of light, flowed in mighty force, and condensed into a majestic space-time vortex in front of Di Ruil.

However, before the darkness in the space-time vortex gradually faded away, a wisp of unspeakable rotten air was revealed from it. Even Tyrell couldn't help but frown the scales between his brows, with a look of disgust on his expression. He took a few steps back.

"What world does the altar communicate with?"

Knowing that the altar's spontaneous actions without his request were in line with his true inner needs and thoughts, Tyrell suppressed the disgust in his heart and looked curiously and expectantly at the fading darkness.

He wanted to know what kind of world the altar connected to him, and what needs it could satisfy him?

The bright sunshine, the growing vegetation, the forest deer and birds strolling leisurely among them, this vibrant and prosperous scene is completely incompatible with the rotten atmosphere that was revealed just now.

But Tyrell was not deceived by this false scene of prosperity. Even though it was an unknown distance in time and space, Tyrell was able to glimpse the decline and decay of this strange world in front of him.

Just like an aging lady who has lost all her youth and is approaching her twilight years, even if she tries her best to paint her body with makeup, put on expensive dresses, and decorate it with rare jewelry, she can't hide her old age.

"..."

Tyrell was silent and silently looked at the humanoid creature opposite who was gradually regaining consciousness.

Although the altar found a world for him that was going into decline, and it could be called a pillow for him when he fell asleep, it was clearly to let him use the power of the World Tree to save this world as the king of the sacred tree. This was Let him follow the path of the Savior.

But he just wanted to ask the demon god who took pleasure in destroying the world for advice. This was a path completely opposite to saving the world. Although Tyrell was not prepared to take this path, he was also prepared to take it as a reference.

Sarens slowly woke up from his coma. The bright sunshine and clear sky were still there, and it looked like a leisurely daily life. However, the thing hanging above his head tore apart space and even distorted time. The whirlpool was reminding him that he had just exhausted the last of his energy and finally attracted an extremely terrifying unknown being.

With his rich knowledge and knowledge, Salens can be extremely sure that the existence he attracted definitely does not belong to his world.

If there were no accidents, it was another terrifying evil spirit wandering in the void. Although the image of the other party was not evil and could even be called sacred, he no longer believed in this.

Now he has lost all the strength he accumulated in the past, and his declining body is reminding him that he is becoming a mortal.

If he is unable to find a lord who can serve and obtain the source of power, then it won't be long before he becomes a lamb no different from a farmer in the countryside, and by then his end will be extremely miserable.

"The noble and great Spirit of the Void, the last inheritor of the Inger Religion, is willing to be your loyal servant and serve from today..."

The ancient and obscure prayers were uttered from the mouth of this fugitive who had almost lost everything. The dull expression and mechanical chanting were enough to illustrate the despair contained in the other person's heart at this moment. He had no idea about the existence he was communicating with. There is almost no expectation, it is just the last struggle and resistance made by a desperate person before completely drowning.

But what surprised Salens was that this seemingly holy and glorious existence actually responded when he had not prepared any sacrifices and even the prayer place did not meet the specifications.

A ray of light that was getting weaker than the one above his head fell from the crack that penetrated time and space. The warm light shone on the fugitive's already exhausted body and mind, making this desperate man burst out with endless energy in his eyes. hope.

"grateful……"

He stretched out his hands and tremblingly caught the light falling from the sky. Before he could recite the ritual prayer of thanksgiving, Salens saw the vortex above his head suddenly closing, and he didn't even listen to his insistent words. , looking extremely impatient.

But even so, the exile, who felt favored by the goddess of fate, still completed the process and then held the light with joy.