Bronze Dragon: Tyrant's Road to Conquest

Chapter 417 Revenge
"The demons from the abyss invaded Carlos, and they could 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 were spoken, all the kings agreed.

The demonic tide sweeping across the worlds of the World Tree System is a horrific disaster for any world. Even for the big world, if it encounters an abyss invasion of this scale, it will be quite a headache and will inevitably cause serious injuries.

But it is different for the world of Carlos. 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 armies that emerged from the irregular gaps in the abyss were regarded by almost all races as a gift package of military merit sent from heaven.

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

The martial arts trend is rampant under the World Tree. Those who die in demon raids can hardly get any honor. Only those who die in battles with demons can barely be recognized.

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

In the era of abyss invasion, there were even lunatics who rushed into the abyss alone with weapons in hand, fighting, and then returned with mountains of demon heads.

Each of these lunatics who dare to charge into the abyss is like a dazzling star. Wherever they go, they are treated as crowds of people. People in every city and place compete to follow them, regard them as star idols, and worship and imitate them.

This kind of worship and strong identification can even break through racial boundaries. Even if he is a green-skinned goblin, as long as he can fight his way into the abyss alone and bring back the head of a Balrog, he can gain the admiration 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 their respect.

This is Carlos now.
A terrifying world that gradually pursues war and craves killing, and even the demons in the abyss will be afraid.

"There is nothing worth distracting me under the World Tree for the time being. I will sleep for a hundred years. During my sleep, all matters will be decided by you together. If there is any crisis that threatens the survival of the World Tree, you can wake me up in advance."

Looking across all realms, it is difficult to find opponents. Even the most insane and chaotic abyss can be dealt with calmly. Therefore, Diriel 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 supply of source power to support 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, even the master of all worlds, and above all gods.

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

Thus, the order of the hundred worlds under the World Tree entered the era of consultation among the kings.

The so-called kings naturally include Diriel’s descendants, partners, close friends, and loyal dependents, all of whom have been promoted to the epic level by receiving the gift of source power.

As the roots of the World Tree spread, these epics can go all out, and as one gains strength while the other loses strength, even powerful divine powers will find it difficult to compete with them.

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

If it were not for some constraints and self-limitations, the World Tree today would even be able to make annexing the entire world community its highest goal, rather than pursuing it, because it is achievable.

Precisely because his control over the World Tree is so thorough, after stabilizing the situation, Diriel can safely delegate power, fall into a deep sleep, and seek a higher epic realm.

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

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

The original world tree system was like a behemoth of war that had no idea what fullness was. But now, under the leadership of the kings, it has slowed down a little and is no longer eager to devour the worlds. Although it will still take a bite of the abyss from time to time, it is much better than before.

But this can only slow it down but cannot change its essence. The desire of the World Tree to expand is rooted in the hearts of all living things living under its canopy.

No one can stop and eradicate this desire, let alone the kings, even the Lord of the World Tree cannot 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 is difficult to say whether this is a good or bad change, but the various realms of the World Tree have become more prosperous and full of vitality because of it.

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

"This is not fair!"

The dissatisfaction that had been suppressed for so long erupted at a certain moment, but before the roar could travel far, it was completely suppressed by an extremely powerful force. Some unlucky people who happened to hear it had their souls invaded by this power, and their related memories were erased.

"How dare you! Are you questioning your father?"

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

"No one has ever said that you can't be crowned king. This is a conclusion you have drawn arrogantly. There is only one reason why you can't be crowned king, and that is that your military achievements are not enough."

"Military merit? You're actually talking to me about military merit? I've clearly accumulated enough military merit, but you actually changed the standard."

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

You only need to do easier things now to get the same results as before, so it would be the greatest injustice if the same merit calculation mechanism were used. "

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

"If you do not agree with the standards we have set, then after His Majesty wakes up, you can go and complain to him in person."

"Tell him a complaint? Haha!"

With a sneer, a dragon shadow broke out from the Hall of Kings of the World Tree, directly broke through Carlos's world barrier, and disappeared into the void.

When Diriel woke up from his hundred-year slumber, he first received a piece of news from the Royal Guard Dragon Sergeant. His real eldest son, Knoros, was particularly dissatisfied with the modification of the war merit accumulation system. He made a scene in the Hall of Kings, had a fierce quarrel with the kings, and then left in anger.

"Let him be."

During the hundred years of sleep, Diriel had gained a lot in understanding the laws and was in a very good mood. Even when he heard that his offspring was missing, he didn't care much, or he never cared too much.

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

"No, not now. I need to do something now. When I'm done, I'll call them back!"

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

The undulation and stretching of the scales are like mountains turning into plains, and then plains turning into mountains. If you bend down slightly, you can see a huge dragon rising and falling, containing tremendous power that can change the world.

"Although it's still a little short of being a true creator, it's time. It's just dealing with a god, there's no need to be so cautious."

After waking up, Diriel just took a light step forward, and his body, which had stretched for eight kilometers, disappeared among the lush trees.

When he reappeared, he was already in the void, having suddenly separated from the World Tree. A feeling of fragility and emptiness that was normally difficult to feel and understand came to his mind.

However, as the giant dragon flapped its wings, a long storm emerged, and this sense of illusion was quickly suppressed by Diriel.

Undoubtedly, after leaving the World Tree, his combat power would decline and weaken, but even so, it would be enough for him to walk sideways in this world community, unless he met the legendary Titan.

"I've already seen you. How long are you going to hide?"

Diriel's gaze was like two scorching suns. Just by sweeping across, they illuminated the dark void for billions of miles. In the seemingly empty void, the outline of a plane of God's kingdom suddenly emerged, and one could faintly hear the wailing and wailing of a giant dragon coming from it.

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

Unlike the Abyss Lord in the abyss who could only vent his hatred by building palaces with the bones of undead dragon beasts, this powerful god used all the materials he used to build temples and arm his legions from pure-blooded dragons.

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

Under Diriel's gaze, the powerful divine power Malok, who had been hidden in the void, emerged from the kingdom of God.

The divine body constructed by the purest golden divine power was so majestic that Chen Heng, in the void, facing the Dragon King who was like a giant beast in the void, was not inferior at all, and even had the momentum to compete with him.

"You are the most cowardly and spineless god I have ever met!"

It's just a taunt, it's not like Diriel doesn't know how to do it.

In fact, he had not expected that Malok would be so cowardly. As a god who needed to rely on the faith of all beings in the material world, this guy actually moved the god to the barren void where there was no material world around.

If he had not touched the threshold of the Creator, or even set foot into 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 despite being mocked by Diriel. Or rather, he no longer had the capital to be angry. He could only try to seduce Diriel with words.

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

Tyrell didn't take it seriously.

"Since the birth of the Nine-Faced Dragon God, your dragon race has produced twenty-nine Dragon Gods and forty-seven Dragon Kings..."

"Is this all you do to delay your own death?"

“Don’t you want to know why I am still able to be active in the void even though I have such a great name?
You should know that you are not the first Dragon King to come to me, and you will not 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 clan was unquestionable, so Diriel was also very confused. Why did something like the Dragon Hunter Malok exist? 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, and need my existence. Only with my existence can you dragons develop better."

"What a ridiculous reason."

"Mortals once did a very interesting experiment. They grazed a flock of sheep on each side of a river. The sheep on one side could graze carefree without any natural enemies, while the sheep on the other side had to be constantly alert to wolves hunting them.

Eventually, the sheep 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 dragon clan."

Diriel couldn't help but shake his head.

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

"Why are there always idiots who think they are irreplaceable?"

Before Diriel could finish his confident words, the tail, which stretched for thousands of meters, had already swept across the divine world with mountains, plains, rivers and lakes.

"No!"

Along with a wail 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.

(End of this chapter)