Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

Chapter 413 Shattering the Abyss
This is a land shrouded in nearly eternal darkness. There is no light from the sun, moon, or stars here. Only the light of the underworld floats in the void like a ghost fire, bringing a strange glimmer to this dead land.

The air is filled with the smell of decay and death. Here, time seems to have stood still. On this land stand countless dry bones and debris. They may have been heroes in the past, or ordinary lives, but now only cold skeletons remain.

Occasionally, a cold wind would blow, and many bones would shatter in the wind, turning into ashes, floating in the space, and finally settling on the ground.

Sometimes, a faint green light flashes between these bones. It is a sign of the resurrection of the dead. When the light turns into flames, a skeleton with confused consciousness and in a daze is born.

Click, click, click
Along with the crisp sound of bones colliding, a gray skeleton soldier struggled to crawl out from the ground. His swaying soul fire revealed his confusion about this dead earth.

There were no clouds, no traces of birds flying in the sky, only endless darkness and depth. At this moment, a meteor streaked across the sky.

The meteor soon fell in front of the skeleton soldier who had just been revived, and then turned into a skeleton wizard holding a bone staff. He glanced at the skeleton soldier who had just been revived, raised his hand and a ray of light fell down.

Strengthen Skeleton
Under the nourishment of the brilliant light of this spell, the newly born skeleton, which looked somewhat fragile, quickly lost its decay and grayness. Every bone became translucent and shiny, as if it had just been peeled off from a living creature, full of vitality.

"Not bad!"

A thought of approval was heard from beneath the blood-stained gray robe that looked like a shroud, and then a spell mark fell on the skeleton warrior, whose soul fire between the skulls had noticeably become much stronger.

The skeleton gained power but also lost its freedom. Its future was no longer chaotic and confusing, but had a specific mission.

There are countless undead souls with similar experiences on this earth. The undead souls bred in the accumulated death energy of the earth, no matter if they are skeletons, zombies, or ghosts, will be recruited by necromancers soon after they are born.

On this lifeless land, there exists a stable order that has been operating for many years. This strict order covers all the undead on the earth, without exception.

"It's been almost three hundred years, and the lost legions are finally almost replenished. Which world should we launch the Undead Scourge on?"

In the center of the land of bones, in the Pharaoh's palace built with dragon bones, the mummy Pharaoh holding a scepter was thinking quietly.

"Carlos?"

The next moment, a world with the potential to advance into a larger world emerged uncontrollably in the Pharaoh's mind, followed by a rage that even undead creatures could hardly generate.

"Dirrell!"

The Pharaoh quickly recalled the disastrous defeat three hundred years earlier.

As a demigod mummy who has accepted the power of the abyss, he harbors endless hatred, greed and desire for the worlds that give birth to so much beauty and life.

Under the nourishment of the power of the abyss, the emptiness and despair possessed by the undead creatures were not alleviated much, but instead became more extreme and radical.

Simply capturing lives and playing with souls can no longer satisfy his empty soul. Only by destroying the world and seeing billions of lives go to extinction under its power can he feel joy and happiness.

Unfortunately, whether it is the demigod mummy who was once an undead, or the demon lord who has fallen into the abyss, it is not easy to destroy the world, or it is very difficult.

However, no matter how small or almost impossible something is, it will become certain over a long period of time. Three hundred years ago, it got the opportunity to attack the small material world.

Once its undead army gained a foothold in the material world, it was only a matter of time before the undead scourge enveloped the world and plunged it into the abyss.

This is how the situation should have developed without any external interference, but under the guidance of the damn Mountain of Heaven, an army of dragon beasts led by the dragon clan arrived in such large numbers that it was unreasonable.

The Undead Army that almost flattened the entire material plane was unsurprisingly defeated by the Dragon Beast Army that was almost equally endless in number.

When the situation on the battlefield was about to be completely reversed, the Mummy King, with the support of the Abyss, personally descended on the battlefield. However, his arrival only accelerated the defeat of the Abyss invasion.

Because of its arrival, the ruler of this dragon beast army, a true dragon king, emerged.

Even today, three hundred years later, the Mummy King still finds it hard to accept his own defeat and the evil dragon's contempt and insults.

This led to, after he was driven back to the abyss and lost some of the favor of the will of the abyss, he mobilized all the undead under his command, collected the skeletons of all the undead with dragon blood in the entire level, and built a dragon bone palace for himself.

There was no other way. It could only vent in this way to express its anger and dissatisfaction towards the dragon clan. The dragons in the abyss were not targets for it to vent its anger.

As for the dragons in the material world, I'm sorry, as a demon lord in the abyss, if he wants to extend his claws into the material world, he can only rely on luck and wait for opportunities. He can't do whatever he wants.

"Damn lizard!"

Thinking of his anger, the Mummy King couldn't help but stretch out his bone claws, pulled out a bone chain burning with blazing underworld fire from the void, and lashed it fiercely at a bone dragon crawling beside the throne.

This undead creature, standing at the top of the undead system, was instantly beaten into pieces by the King of Magic's wrath.

However, the skeleton of this bone dragon was still intact. Soon, under the power of the King of Magic, it reassembled its body. This is one of the undead characteristics of undead creatures.

During this process, facing the Dharma King who was venting his anger wantonly, the soul fire in the skull of this bone dragon burned extremely steadily, and it was obvious that it was used to it.

"I must..."

The King of Dharma clenched his bone claws and imagined that the whip he had just swung had hit the damn Dragon King.

Rumbling--

Suddenly, there was a violent shaking, the sky was trembling and the earth was shaking. The dragon bone palace that the King of France had built with the power of millions of undead was also cracked by the violent shaking.

"Who?!"

The Mummy King, the great lord of the abyss, noticed the abnormality at the first moment. He simply tore apart the space, stood in the sky, and looked up at the top of the dark sky.

The source of the vibration did not come from the earth, but from outside the abyss. An extremely powerful force was trying to invade and break through the blockade of time and space.

It was this power that shook the level he ruled and also cracked the palace that he had spent so much effort to build.

Tear~ A sharp friction sound echoed in the soul fire of billions of undead souls, followed by the sound of something extremely hard breaking.

The next moment, the plane that had been shrouded in darkness for who knows how long saw the light again, and a beam of light fell from the top of the sky.

This beam of light is the most terrifying thing in the world for the undead on this level. The undead illuminated by the light will burn up in the first moment, and then turn into ashes and nothingness in the holy flame.

"Paradise Mountain Invasion?!"

Seeing the figure of the archangel emerging from the broken space-time cracks in the sky, the Mummy King, who had been particularly angry and even eager to fight, suddenly lost his mind at this moment. As a dead spirit, his cold mind could hardly accept such an emergency. At this moment, he just wanted to escape.

He fell into the abyss after falling into the dead. What was he seeking? Was it not immortality? Although he paid an unimaginable price for this, it was worth it in his opinion.

Because of this, the Mummy King cherishes his own decaying life very much, and the current situation is obviously something he is unwilling to face.

For the Abyss, the attack from Mount Heaven is not uncommon, but it is also commonplace and does not matter at all.

But that is for the abyss as a whole. If the blow of Mount Heaven fell on a single abyss demon, it would undoubtedly be an unbearable and terrifying pressure, even for the great lord of the abyss.

"Follow the order of the Father God and kill the Lord of the 753rd Layer of the Abyss, Jindrich Stehlik!"

The archangel who tore through time and space completely descended into the abyss. The wings of light spread out from behind him, purifying all filth. Moreover, the light was still spreading to all directions of the sky and the earth. Any undead touched by the light, no matter how strong or weak, were turned into ashes in the first moment.

"Father God?!"

The Mummy Pope, who had almost wanted to run away, was now stunned with shock. He really could not imagine which god in the Heaven Mountain was worthy of being called such by the archangel in front of him.

But now is not the time to think about these things, because the descending angel has already swung the sword made of endless light towards him, as if he was going to hold his head and ask for credit from the Father God.

The magnificent sword light illuminated the land of the dead that had never seen the sun's rays since it fell into the abyss. Under the brilliant light, countless undead souls wailed and gained eternal sleep.

what--

Even the Mummy King, who ruled the entire abyss, suffered unimaginable damage when facing this sword. In the face of this light with sacred attributes, his carefully constructed undead body was almost completely cut in half, and his soul fire was even purified by the sacred power.

"No, you're not an angel!"

The mummy king of France was locked in place and had no way to escape. After being severely injured, he finally felt a sense of familiarity from this attack.

And when he saw clearly the specific image of the angel under the holy light, his already broken mentality suddenly became even more devastated.

"Blood Angel! You are a minion of Diriel!"

"You have tarnished the name of the Father God by directly addressing Him. I will ask the Father God to embed your soul fire into the hilt of my sword."

Angelis, who was appointed by Diriel as the vanguard of the invasion of the abyss, had a cold expression. Although the person standing in front of him was a veritable Lord of the Abyss, he, who had been promoted to epic, did not take him seriously at all.

The terrifying undead that was restrained by him in all aspects and crushed by him in all attributes, its fate was determined the moment it met him.

"No! How could this happen?"

The Mummy King found it hard to accept such an outcome. Such a short period of time had passed and he had only just restored the undead army that he had lost in the war with the dragons.

However, the opponent's power has expanded to such an extent that he does not even need to take action himself. He can just send one of his heirs to severely injure him or even kill him.

"Angelas, don't waste your time."

In the space-time rift that was torn open behind the archangel, many Blood Angels descended, and they unleashed their powerful strength without restraint.

Each of them is a peak demigod who has reached the limits of the material world. With just a thought, they can be promoted to a god.

However, as the Blood Angels had already set an example, no one was willing to become a god, so they all turned into war-crazy savior angels.

Each of them who descended into the abyss is a sacred sun. They do not need to do anything but just exist, and they can purify tens of thousands of undead souls at every moment.

"Ok!"

Angelis turned his head slightly and glanced behind him, then he no longer had the intention to test, because the second epic was about to come.

Thus, the mummy king of France, filled with resentment, hatred and confusion, died. His soul fire was drawn out and his skull was taken away by a holy angel.

As the great lord of the abyss, he didn't even have a chance to resurrect after his fall, because the level he ruled had begun to collapse.

The culprit that caused the destruction of this dead and silent land of bones was the thick tree roots that stretched out from the cracks in time and space, shattering the mountains and spreading gullies.

The residue left after the shattering was all taken away by these tree roots. This was not a simple tearing, but a complete breaking up of everything, purifying it all before absorbing it.

"How can you still play like this?"

An old devil who was hiding in the gap of time and space and quietly watching everything was stunned, and then he couldn't help but sigh.

"Unfortunately, I don't have a World Tree!"

Roar!
hold head high!
Broken abyss levels are undoubtedly worse than simple plunder and division, and this has aroused great malicious dissatisfaction in the abyss, and terrifying figures have emerged from the deepest part of the abyss.

They were the oldest demon lords in the abyss, and today, they felt the weakening of the origin of the abyss and were stimulated to awaken.

(End of this chapter)