Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

Chapter 410 Hundred Worlds
"How dare you call me the righteous lackey of Heaven Mountain, the filthy mummy lord of the 753rd floor of the Abyss? I will remember you!"

Watching the Abyss Gate gradually collapsing and disintegrating under the suppression of the World Tree, Diriel narrowed his eyes and stared at the Mummy Lord whose figure gradually disappeared behind the broken Abyss Gate.

Although it is extremely difficult to kill the Overlord of the Abyss who is recognized by the will of the Abyss, it is not impossible to kill him.

The simplest way is to break the abyss level that it rules, and then it will be like a god who has lost his kingdom, and will naturally be at the mercy of others.

The Overlord of the Abyss is originally a degraded version of a god, with no godhead, no priesthood, and no believers. Only after conquering the entire Abyss and gaining recognition from the will of the Abyss can he acquire traits similar to those of the Kingdom of God and be able to be resurrected infinitely.

However, this is only theoretical. If a demon lord dies too many times, he will still be abandoned by the will of the abyss or replaced by other demons.

This is also a way to kill the Demon Lord and support another demon to replace it. The rebirth ability of the Abyss Lord will be of no use after it is killed by another demon.

The will of the abyss does not favor the weak and the losers. It can be said to be a very realistic thing.

"Your Majesty Diriel, we have saved the world again!"

An angel with a majestic mastiff head flapped his wings and landed before the god of Diriel. He held a huge sword in his hand and a soft light shone on his body.

This is a mastiff-headed leader of the Yakong gods from Mount Heaven. He and his fellow tribesmen are part of the support that Mount Heaven has promised to provide to Diriel, and they obey Diriel's orders.

"So, you should set off to the next world. Now is not the time to rest."

Diriel glanced at this Archon. Thanks to his close proximity to Mount Heaven, he now had a new title that began to spread among the realms, such as the Blade of Justice of Mount Heaven.

But this is the private name used by those in the same camp as Heaven Mountain. Camps hostile to Heaven Mountain, such as the Abyss, Hell, or some neutral camps with which Heaven Mountain does not have a very good relationship, privately call him a running dog of Heaven Mountain.

Because some of the things that Diriel did, in some ways, really seemed like what a lackey should do, and Heaven Mountain gave him the coordinates of the world where he needed to carry out a targeted strike to save it, and he immediately dispatched a legion to carry out the rescue.

But the problem is that he and Heaven Mountain are in a win-win cooperative relationship. Heaven Mountain only provides him with the necessary world coordinates and support, and other than that, Heaven Mountain has no command power over him.

All actions are judged by Diriel himself, and all wars are launched or not by Diriel. Even if he is unable to save the world and chooses to retreat, Heaven Mountain cannot blame Diriel for this. Of course, so far, this has not happened.

Anyone who knows a little about the specific relationship knows it, but those malicious or even hostile forces cannot resist using it to slander and disgust Diriel.

Naturally, Di Ruier was not broad-minded enough to not care at all. All he could do was to smash into pieces anyone who dared to whine in front of him.

"Hey, my men and I need to rest for a while!"

Upon hearing the request made by Diriel, the Sub-Eons were stunned, and a look of embarrassment immediately appeared on their furry mastiff heads.

"Rest? Sure, you guys go back to Heaven Mountain to rest now, and then send me another troop."

Di Ruier's tone was full of coldness, without any sympathy for the support troops.
"Even as you are talking to me, innocent lives are being lost due to the invasion of demons. Every time you take a break, countless lives will be lost. Therefore, under my command, there is no rest."

Diriel, standing on the moral high ground, spoke in an arrogant manner. Even the Sub-seon gods, who were shrouded in holy light and had a divine halo behind their heads, felt ashamed and speechless in front of Diriel, and didn't know how to refute him.

Because what he said was not wrong, but the problem was that even if they were known as the Sub-Earth Gods, they still needed rest after a long period of fighting. Even a diamond golem would collapse after a long period of operation, not to mention that their body hardness had not yet reached the exaggerated level of diamond.

"I will go and organize the troops now."

The Sub-Earth God, whose furry face originally had a hint of triumph and joy, now looked cold. He could not refuse the Dragon King's orders, and he didn't even have a reason to resist.

But obeying such an order would undoubtedly push his brothers, whose mental wills were already exhausted, into the abyss of death.

"Isn't what I said clear enough? You go back to Heaven Mountain to rest, and then replace me with a corps with full spirit and will. How can a tired army fight?"

Diriel snorted coldly. It was not that he was unkind and would not give the aiding troops a chance to survive. However, the supporting legions would go back to rest if they wanted to, and then he would replace them with capable fighters. Under his command, all legions had to fight at any time and anywhere.

"Yes."

The Archons left with a frustrated look on their faces, but Diriel didn't care at all about these winged dog-headed angels because these guys didn't really fit his aesthetic taste.

After they left, Diriel enjoyed the harvest after the victory of the war. The World Tree connected this plane to the World Tree system. Its roots penetrated deeply into the sea of ​​source power of the world and merged with it.

Amid the roaring and shaking of the world, Diriel's body, which already undulated like towering mountains, began to grow further.

"Attack the Abyss!"

The length of the towering dragon body has exceeded three thousand meters. Diriel, who has tried his best not to move in the material world, began to think about the original proposal given to him by the Metal Dragon God, to send a legion to conquer the abyss, tear apart the layers of the abyss, and use the power of the world tree to devour the abyss and grow.

But Diriel knew the consequences of doing so very well, because there was someone who had already demonstrated it, Asmodeus, the Lord of Baator.

This powerful being was also originally born in the abyss, but he abandoned the inherent chaotic nature of the abyss, tore off a part of the abyss, and then created the order-dominated Baator Hell.

This action immediately led to a bloody war that lasted for billions of years, with countless devils and demons fighting and losing their lives in the bloody war.

From this, we can see that the Will of the Abyss absolutely cannot tolerate the act of itself being torn apart. As long as the abyss is torn apart, it will face endless attacks from demons.

Of course, this is not a terrible thing, because of the chaotic nature of demons. Before they launch an attack on the enemy, about 80% to 90% of the demons will fight each other and fall into internal friction. Only about 10% of their strength at most will be able to attack the correct enemy.

It is precisely for this reason that Baator Hell, which occupies a much smaller level and number than the Abyss, has been able to survive the endless attacks of demons and continue to grow and develop to this day.

But just because hell can hold on doesn't mean others can too. If you can't stop the endless attacks of demons, don't dream of cutting through the abyss.

“Once you start, you can’t stop.”

Diriel was still thinking, if the World Tree could imitate Hell and withstand the attack of the bloody battle-level demon army, then its growth rate would soar again and reach an extremely terrifying situation.

And by doing this, he may become a creator-like existence. By that time, no one will secretly say that he is a righteous thug of Heaven Mountain. Instead, they will say that Heaven Mountain is his vassal and servant state.

As long as it is strong enough, its status can be changed overnight.

The strong prey on the weak. This most fundamental law is unchangeable no matter where it is. "Wait a little longer. Don't be impatient."

Di Ruier still felt that his current savings were not enough. Perhaps he should go find that old devil and weigh his own strength.

Not only that, he can also imitate the old devil and use the power of the world tree to confer a few more gods to reach a level that can rival gods or epics.

Otherwise, it would be too ungentlemanly for him to always do it himself.

Needless to say, the order of selection for the title is that the first choice is naturally one's blood relatives and legitimate sons, followed by one's partner and family members.

"After all, I have become wealthy and don't have to be so stingy and thrifty anymore."

After a hundred years of cooperation with Mount Heaven, Diriel counted the world where the World Tree is now rooted. The number of small planes has exceeded one hundred, and there are as many as seven medium-sized planes.

Although it is incomparable to the big world, the amount of source power that Diriel can control now is so much that even powerful gods would be jealous.

"Angeles!"

After becoming rich, Diriel first thought of his eldest son, the loyal Blood Angel. During the hundreds of years of war, the Blood Angel had proved his loyalty and character with his own abilities and actions.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Diriel was not already immortal, then the most suitable successor to the empire he established would be Angelis.

As for Diriel's two real descendants, Osiris and Kronos, although they also grew up with the war, there is still a gap compared to Angeles.

The most important thing for dragons is that they are still underage individuals, and their behavior is a little immature. They can handle some things in the small world, but they are not capable of taking on big responsibilities.

"Father!"

The Blood Angel with six wings spread out was kneeling on the ground behind him. The dragon horns on his forehead had already formed a crown. The powerful divine light formed a golden wheel behind him.

This is a legendary creature who has reached the pinnacle in all aspects, a true deity. The power of faith entangled in him is so strong that it can be said to be second only to Diriel.

With just a thought, he could ignite the divine fire, raise the throne, and become an immortal god, but he has been suppressing it.

"It seems that you are not willing to become a god who dominates judgment?"

Looking at this loyal but also ambitious offspring in front of him, Diriel's eyes were inevitably filled with amusement.

Given his relationship with the gods of Mount Paradise, he only needs to say a word and his offspring can occupy some priesthood with the hope of being promoted to a powerful god.

But even so, this descendant had no intention of becoming a god. He tried hard to avoid the influence of the power of faith on him, and even every once in a while, he would separate a part of his quietly growing divinity.

“I just hope to always follow in my father’s footsteps!”

The Blood Angel, kneeling on one knee, answered respectfully.

Apart from being deified, another key to immortality lies in the hands of the supreme and eternal Divine Wood Dragon King. Only with his permission and approval can one have the opportunity to embark on this path.

This is a fact known to all the legends under the World Tree.

"With your achievements, even just one drop of source power is not enough to reward you."

Di Ruier lowered his eyes slightly, staring at this person who was not his biological son, but was better than his biological son.

"So, I give you the opportunity to choose."

"Please give me your guidance, Father God."

"I will give you three portions of source power. From now on, you don't have to call me father anymore. You can choose your own path and gain complete freedom. I will no longer restrict you or ask you to do anything."

"Father God, have I done anything to displease You? I can make it up to you!"

Angelis was stunned.

"Don't panic, just listen to me first."

Diriel glanced at this offspring. Hundreds of years could prove his loyalty, but his initial ignorance and innocence were long gone.

The person kneeling before him was a demigod-level creature whose mind and will had reached the pinnacle of the secular world and whose thoughts were extremely complex.

"The second option is that I will give you a drop of source power, but as compensation, you will gain a portion of the authority of the World Tree. From now on, you will be the Lord of Light of the World Tree and the God of Judgment."

“I choose the second path.”

The moment Diriel finished speaking, Angelis made his choice.

He could clearly tell the difference between having a full meal and having a full meal every time. If he left the World Tree, where could he find a more convenient and quicker way to obtain source power?

"Then you can continue to call me father, and I will treat you as my son."

Diriel stretched out his dragon claw towards Angelis, and then showed him a drop of source power contained in it. It was a drop that contained all the colors in the world, but it seemed to be only pitch black.

Angelis, a demigod, was distracted by the mere sight of the source of power and almost lost his mind.

“Is this the source of power?”

"You can still regret it now, and you can still get more."

(End of this chapter)