Evolving Silver Dragon

Chapter 271: 269 Lait’s New King Escape_1

Translator: 549690339

As one of the top practical leaders of Feliton, Willen naturally wouldn’t forget to deploy heavy forces at the back door of the palace, preventing Lait’s new king from escaping from there.

But what Otto, flying in the sky, saw now was a middle-aged man in expensive clothes, looking very familiar, walking slowly out of the back door with a relaxed expression.

That was definitely King Walton of Lait—he was the first person Otto saw when he came to this world, and he definitely wouldn’t mistake him.

However, now Otto was somewhat reluctant to recognize him, because Walton’s change was really astounding.

His attire and dressing were almost the same as before, but the man inside had undergone a tremendous transformation.

Flying in the sky, Otto could see that Walton had no changes to his facial features, but his face was covered with differently colored cracks for some unknown reason.

These cracks were mainly divided into black, white, and red, and they continuously released different spell energies.

This also made Walton look very strange.

A few Felton soldiers guarding outside the back door spotted Walton and raised their weapons at him almost simultaneously.

But the next second, red cracks on Walton’s face shone brightly.

Then, a hot flame started burning in his hand, and Walton swung his arm at the Felton soldiers with weapons raised, sending surging balls of fire towards them.

Soon, those Felton soldiers who dared to raise their weapons against him were rolling on the ground, engulfed in flames.

Seeing all of this, Otto’s face darkened, as he always felt that the force Walton used was very familiar.

But before he could think more about it, reinforcements from Feliton had arrived.

A nearby squad heard the screams of their companions and hurried over.

By this time, the Felton soldiers engulfed in flames had stopped rolling on the ground.

That’s because they had been reduced to charred corpses by the scorching flames.

A few longbowmen, noticing something was amiss with Walton, barely had time to draw their bows before they too caught fire and met the same fate.

By now, the flames that had enveloped Walton’s arm had disappeared completely.

A Feliton swordsman, who looked like a squad leader, roared in anger and led several soldiers with similar weapons and gear towards Walton.

To prevent Walton from using any other attack means, they protected themselves with square shields common in Farrand and Feliton.

Facing the approaching Feliton swordsmen, Walton showed a disdainful smile.

The next second, the white cracks on his face flickered with white light, and at the same time, he took a deep breath, and his chest swelled up unnaturally.

Soon, a fan-shaped ice storm spewed out from Walton’s mouth, covering all the Felton swordsmen in front of him.

The angered squad leader hurriedly raised his square shield.

But even so, he and the other Felton swordsmen quickly turned into ice sculptures in the cold storm.

It seemed Walton had appeared alone, he casually walked past these ice sculptures and then punched the head of the first squad leader.

The already frozen squad leader’s head was immediately shattered under his forceful punch, but not a single drop of blood could be seen, only cold powdery fragments.

That must have been Freezing Breath, and the previous one should have been an extended application of Flame Breath.

Regardless of which attack method was used, they all had a strong dragon style.

Could it be that Walton had mastered a way to obtain dragon abilities?

Just as Otto thought so, a fully armed and mounted squad of knights rushed over, riding mighty warhorses.

Unlike ordinary swordsmen, full-armored knights in Feliton held nobility titles and their power should not be underestimated.

Generally speaking, in terms of individual strength, even a grown and powerful stone giant wouldn’t be a match for a fully armed Feliton knight.

The commotion Walton had caused was too great, not attracting the attention of the people nearby would have been impossible.

As these fully armed Felton knights charged towards Walton, one knight specifically broke off and rode towards the front gate of the palace.

It seemed the knight was going to inform Willen, the highest leader of the Feliton Army on this trip.

Seeing the knights with their lances raised at him and getting closer and closer, Walton’s face didn’t look too good either.

We just killed one group, and then another one immediately showed up—it was endless.

Now he had just completed the ceremony, and his newly-acquired power could not be fully controlled yet. If he ended up being surrounded by a huge crowd of Felton people, he would definitely not be able to escape.

With this in mind, Walton decided to fight quickly and decisively, and leave before Feliton’s main force arrived!

Before the knights reached him, Walton took another deep breath.

This time, the black cracks engraved on his face began to shimmer with a strange glow, and then a thick, adhesive acid gushed from his mouth, aimed at the road the Felton knights must take.

Originally flat stone bricks were immediately corroded by the strong acid, forming uneven holes of varying sizes.

The warhorses carrying the Feliton knights couldn’t react in time, tripping and falling heavily into the acid-filled pits.

Clad in heavy armor, the knights couldn’t keep their balance either, tumbling off their horses’ backs.

Before those dazed knights, enduring severe pain, could struggle to their feet, they were completely enveloped by Walton’s fire and ice storm.

Not even bothering to check if the knights were dead or alive, Walton hastily leaped up into the sky.

With the red light on his face, a pair of wings made entirely of flames appeared behind him, carrying him swiftly into the air.

At this point, Willen finally arrived with the army, looking annoyed as he watched Walton fly further and further away.

“Hahaha! Sooner or later, I, Walton, will settle the score with you all! Feliton, Angelina, the Eastern and Western Empires, none of you will escape!”

As King Walton slowly disappeared into the horizon, only these words echoed in Willen’s irritated heart.

As for Otto, he coldly glanced at the scene below, then silently followed in the direction where Walton had flown off.