I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 108 Adelaide
Augustus's authority was challenged once again, and he also discovered that his subordinates around him noticed that the execution had gone wrong.

Stunned and surprised, this is what Augustus read from their faces.

Without exception, these are things that would undermine dignity.

The dragon race is proud. They are creatures that cannot survive without dignity, and this is especially true of the royal family.

Augustus recalled the few times he had met Gustav. As his eldest son, he should have been expected by him.

Unfortunately, Augustus never saw anything remotely like expectation in his eyes.

Is he disappointed?

Or maybe he never had any expectations of himself.

Ever since he started to worry about this problem, Augustus has been trying to find a way to get Gustav to pay more attention to him.

Punishing those who disobey the dragon clan is one of the methods he chooses.

Now he has hit a tough nut to crack.

He would not allow anything stronger than the majesty of the dragon race.

Augustus gritted his teeth and adjusted the output of dragon breath to the maximum state.

Not only that, he also controlled the dragon's breath very precisely, making it completely adhere to Wyatt's body surface, fitting it perfectly.

This can maximize the power of dragon's breath, but even so, the heat energy leaked from the dragon's breath is still terrifying.

The ceiling above Wyatt's head and the floor beneath his feet began to melt. This secret room was Augustus's special combat battlefield, so the most important requirement for building the secret room was that it must be able to withstand Augustus's dragon breath.

The chamber undergoes annual maintenance and renovation to ensure that no serious damage is caused during Augustus's actual combat exercises.

The last time Augustus destroyed the secret room was thirty years ago, which means that his strength has not made any qualitative leap in thirty years.

Now, Augustus is glad that he has made progress.

Sure enough, arrogance is the best "fuel" for the dragon clan.

The dragon knights in the secret room were suffering terribly from the residual heat. They were soaked through and there were even red-burned parts on their armor.

That was the downside of watching Augustus' execution.

Even if there are no brutal or horrifying scenes, there will still be other forms of harm.

He should be dead now.

Augustus showed a smug smile, and at the same time he felt fortunate that the dignity of the dragon clan had not been challenged.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and in a trance he felt that he had not felt so cautious for a long time.

Augustus's laxity led to his misjudgment, and thus the majesty of the dragon clan that he had always cared about was about to be seriously challenged.

The red dragon's breath clung to Wyatt's body, completely wrapping him like a thin film.

There were gaps in the flowing dragon breath. This was not a sign that the dragon breath was about to be retracted, but something inside was breaking through the blockade of the dragon breath.

A "white flower" bloomed from the gap.

But if you look closely, you will eventually find that this is not a flower at all, but a ball of fire.

Augustus noticed something strange, but before he could react, the flawless white flame completely dispelled the dragon's breath, leaving nothing behind.

The owner of the white flame did not restrain it, so the flame was dancing happily, and the scene was far more shocking than when the dragon's breath burned.

Not only that, the white flames followed Augustus's hand that was pinching Wyatt and continued to spread towards his body.

At first, Augustus thought that this ordinary flame could not compare with dragon breath, and therefore would not pose any threat to him, so he ignored it.

But the piercing burning sensation quickly sobered him up. Augustus was the offspring of Gustav and the Red Dragon Clan. Gustav strictly controlled the blood concentration of his offspring, and all the offspring of the Dragon King only had a small amount of the Dragon King's blood in their bodies.

The manifestation of this part of the blood is the golden pupils. Only the next Dragon Emperor will have the blood in his body activated by Gustav.

Therefore, Augustus can be regarded as a red dragon with extremely noble blood.

The red dragon is the best at using dragon breath among the dragon clan. It is naturally very tolerant to heat, whether it is high or low temperature.

The breath of a red dragon is one of the hottest flames in the world, but a red dragon can completely endure it, so it can be said that no fire in the world can hurt a red dragon.

But Augustus felt the burning pain for real.

He subconsciously pushed Wyatt away, and the burning pain in his palm made him frown.

Augustus protected his palm and checked it worriedly, only to see that the bones were still exposed on the palm.

After just a moment of contact, the white flame not only burned through his dragon scales, but also turned his flesh and blood into ashes, reaching straight into his bones.

If I didn't shake that guy off in time, wouldn't my palm be burned off, and eventually the white flames would spread to my body?
This was the greatest insult Augustus had ever received since his birth, and he vowed to remember it for the rest of his life.

Augustus clenched his palms, mobilized his strength to heal his wounds, and in just a moment his flesh and blood grew back.

This is done to prevent subordinates from noticing anything, and it is also one of the few ways to maintain dignity so far.

No one should be found out that I was hurt by that damned death row inmate.
It’s a pity that dragon scales are not something that can be repaired so easily. Even if the flesh and blood have fully grown back, Augustus still has to be careful to hide.

"Your Highness Augustus, are you okay?"

"How could I be in trouble... This death row inmate resisted execution and is extremely dangerous! Let everyone know that this must be taken seriously."

"O... His Highness Augustus, he... he is coming over."

Wyatt, his body burning with white flames, slowly walked towards Augustus. Although the white flames did not have the exaggerated heat waves, it was still awe-inspiring just by looking at it.

The dragons are a proud race, they only feel awe towards the strong.

Death row inmates? They are just fish on the chopping block. Even the weakest races will not be afraid of the criminals they imprison.

But now there is a death row prisoner that makes the dragons feel awe.

This was more painful to them than killing them.

"Why did you leave me? Aren't you going to execute me?" Wyatt walked out of the white flame, and the latter surrounded him obediently, "When executing the death penalty, you must be quick, accurate and ruthless. After all, the death penalty is not torture. It requires a fatal blow instead of torturing the criminal... Red-haired lizard, you still have a lot to learn."

Okay, now this is even worse.

Even without Augustus' order, the Dragon Knights would have killed this presumptuous bastard.

Unfortunately, before they could put this idea into action, they were enveloped by a powerful pressure from the sky.

Even Augustus bent his noble knee.

Augustus knew very well what kind of person possessed such pressure.

The six dragon kings, or the Supreme Dragon Emperor.

Fortunately, it’s only the former.

"Da da--"

The crisp sound of heels tapping the ground came from the door of the secret room. Wyatt looked over there and saw only a pure white dragon like a flower on the mountain top.

In response, Wyatt smiled in surprise.

White Dragon King, Adelaide.

(End of this chapter)