Who made me a red dragon

Chapter 218 King Power
"No! Father!"

Seeing her father turned into a pile of shredded meat under Miles' sharp claws, Cornelia screamed, and she ran forward quickly, but the elf guards behind her were firmly grasping at this moment. stopped her.

"Your Highness Cornelia, you can't go!"

"Dangerous! Her Majesty Cornelia!"

The girl desperately tried to break free from the guards' restraints, but it didn't help.

Miles on the side was not interested in watching this kind of tragic drama, so he gave Chester a look, and Chester immediately understood what he meant.

The wanderer drew his sword and walked forward. The two remaining elf guards looked at each other. After seeing the determination in each other's eyes, they raised their long swords and rushed towards Chester with a roar.

After being taught by swordsmanship masters and high-level assassins, Chester's strength has long since changed from what it used to be.

Facing the attack of the two elf fighters, the long sword in his hand blocked the first blow, and then with a flick of the wrist, a powerful counter-shock force came out, and the two elf fighters stepped back two steps , when he raised his head again, there was only a flash of cold light waiting for them.

The two elf warriors were easily dealt with, the elf princess quickly passed by him, Chester raised his arm, and hit the girl's back of the neck accurately with a hand knife.

Cornelia only felt a burst of severe pain, and her eyes were suddenly dark, and she was unconscious, and she fell to the ground involuntarily.

After the work was finished, Chester stepped aside. At this moment, there was a loud noise outside the door, and dozens of lizardman soldiers rushed into the palace, led by the leader Hawthorne.

Seeing the situation in the room, the young leader covered in blood sighed slightly, and a hint of disappointment appeared on his scaly face inadvertently.

"It would be nice if I could deal with those elf guards faster."

Complaining in his heart, at this moment, Miles' words reached his ears.

"Send this elf princess to the Cherimba Swamp, and the elves in the forest, too, all of them will be sent to me."

Hearing Miles' words, Hawthorne thought for a while, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"Master Miles, there may be thousands of elves in the Kingdom of Lincador, and I am afraid that there are less than a hundred soldiers in my hand. If there is no other help, escorting so many elves will definitely be done in the middle of the journey." There will be trouble."

"Trouble? Then you and Molly are in charge of this matter. I remember that there are many woods in Cherimba Swamp. You plan carefully in the future, let these elves live there, and kill whoever resists in the middle!"

"Yes!"

After finishing speaking, Hawthorne directed his subordinates to take Cornelia away, while Miles said to Jeffrey behind him.

"Use divine magic to splice this pile of minced meat together and hang it on the only way those elves must pass to leave Linkadore. I want those elves to know that their king is dead and their kingdom is also destroyed. From now on , they can only listen to one person, and that is me!"

Jeffrey smiled slightly and nodded in response.

"My subordinate understands."

After finishing speaking, Jeffrey waved his arm, and the corpse in the distance disappeared instantly, and his figure also disappeared in the void.

"Okay, the annoying things are over."

Whispering to himself, Miles began to chant spells, a strange wave of magic emanated, and his body shrank rapidly.

The wings covering the sky and the sun disappeared, and the hideous horns on the top of the head were hidden somewhere. In just a few seconds, Miles transformed into an ordinary person.

The first time he performed the Transfiguration, Miles felt quite weird. This situation seemed to be suppressing and restraining himself.

Fortunately, he has long been used to the human form. Except for some discomfort at the beginning, after a little movement, he regained control of this body.

Examining the current human body, he looks like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old with short hair.

"A little too young."

Dissatisfied with this image, Miles transformed again, this time with a slightly more mature face and a more muscular build.

"Short red hair, a fairly majestic face, that's it."

Miles in human form can't use it a few times, and he is not interested in modifying the appearance of human form. Holding the black scepter in his hand, Miles stepped over many elf corpses and walked to the front of the throne step by step.

Staring at the silver-white throne made of unknown metal under him, admiring its coercion and glory, Myers chuckled.

"The throne of the elves, why does it feel a bit strange?"

After speaking, Miles took a slight breath, and sat on the silver-white throne under the eyes of everyone.

The moment they sat on the throne, a terrifying majesty emanated naturally. They glanced at the subordinates in front of them with oppressive gazes. Molly and Maude couldn't help but lower their heads, their wings tightly shrunk to their bodies, and the two dragons Dare not show the slightest disrespect.

On the other hand, Chester, Hawthorne, and many lizardmen knelt on one knee to express their absolute submission.

At this moment, Miles felt a wonderful pleasure. Although he was just sitting here, he felt like he was sitting on the highest and steepest mountain, overlooking all the creatures in the world.

He rules over everything, and everything works according to his will.

Whatever he doesn't allow, nothing can happen; whatever he doesn't allow, nothing can happen.

He is the most supreme ruler of this world!

Immersed in his grand fantasies, Miles regained his consciousness a little after an unknown period of time. He sighed and then stood up from the throne.

"It's useless to dream all the time."

Looking at the silver-white throne below him, Miles raised the black scepter, and he whispered.

"The addiction is over, you can go too, who made you just Linkadore's throne."

As he spoke, Miles tapped lightly with the scepter in his hand, and the silver-white throne fell apart in an instant.

After doing this, Miles looked into the depths of the palace and said to himself.

"It's time to see what these elves are storing, maybe it will give me some extra surprises."

(End of this chapter)