Tyrant System: Rise of the Dragonblooded

Chapter 77: Chapter 77 Two new abilities



Rin sat in the hushed stillness of his fortress, the only sound the low thrum of the power surging within him. Each new ability, he realized, was perfectly woven into his very being. The Tyrant System wasn't just bestowing gifts; it was meticulously shaping him, honing him into something far grander than any ordinary dragon noble.

"Every ability is exactly what I need," he mused, "Top-level. No wasted effort, no trash abilities. The system understands what I require, not just what I desire."

With his blood purity hitting 60%, the change was profound. His human form melted away, replaced by the Tyrant's Body—a complete upgrade to his physical self, shedding all previous weaknesses. His bones were now as unyielding as celestial steel, and his reflexes could outpace the fastest creatures of the north. Even his white dragon wings, now heavier and more graceful, pulsed with five times their original power.

But the transformation wasn't solely physical. His soul, scarred by Valen's torture and the burden of inheriting the Soul Key, manifested a chilling new ability: Tyrant's echo.

"They will kneel before me," he thought, a dark promise in his mind.

Anyone with blood purity 20% or more below his own would find their will dissolving in his presence. It wasn't just fear they'd feel; it was the cold hand of death reaching into their very bones.

After his metamorphosis, Rin called his army to him, needing to grasp the sheer scale of his forces. He stood before a hundred elite figures, each as stoic as a war statue, and posed his question.

"How many men do you command?" he asked.

A steady, cold voice echoed back, "Each of us leads approximately ten thousand, Your Highness."

Rin paused, letting the staggering number settle. "A million men… empty eyes, empty hearts have no minds if their own. But all mine."

His Tyrant Legion wasn't just an army; it was a perfectly oiled machine of control, precision, and absolute, unwavering loyalty.

Yet, power rarely allowed for a moment's peace. Shortly after Varros's death, Kaelion launched his offensive. He was certain the old noble's demise would shatter alliances, expecting Varros's followers to scatter in terror or turn against Rin.

He was terribly mistaken.

Kaelion couldn't have known the truth: Varros had passed the Soul Key to his unborn grandson, forging an unbreakable bond of loyalty. Far from fracturing, the nobles unified with unprecedented strength. Kaelion's attacks crumbled one by one.

Rin also chose not to publicly distance himself from Selvara. Though she remained oblivious to the truth of her fake pregnancy, Rin decided to maintain the facade of a loving husband,for now.

"If I abandon her now, I lose the image," he reasoned. "I lose the unity and I lose control."

She was merely a piece on his chessboard, still useful.

Despite Rin's burgeoning power, Kaelion remained a formidable opponent, commanding loyal nobles and ancient factions. Their forces were evenly matched, like two dragons circling above a burning empire.

But Rin had an ace up his sleeve: a spy embedded deep within Kaelion's camp, with ears close to his generals. Rin, ever patient, held his hand, waiting for the opportune moment.

He sent Aiven back to oversee the ongoing event, ensuring the bloody rhythm that fueled their growth continued uninterrupted. Orien, however, remained at his side, a loyal shadow, ready for whatever lay ahead.

Rin gazed out from his balcony into the stormy night sky. He wasn't waiting for the next attack.

He was waiting for a critical opening:

* The Emperor's death, or

* Arkan's departure from the domain.

When that moment arrived, he would strike. And Kaelion would fall.

What do you think Rin's next move will be once he gets his opportunity?


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