Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 204: Seeking One’s Own Destruction

Chapter 204: Chapter 204: Seeking One’s Own Destruction

"The third level of the Original Infant Realm?"

Gazing at the ’Four Hundred Ancient Elephant Shadows’ atop the head of the middle-aged soldier blocking him, Wyatt’s eyes slightly coalesced, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved upward.

The middle-aged soldier’s gaze was ice-cold, looking at Wyatt with no glimpse of emotion.

"Are you the one who has been watching me from the shadows since early this morning?"

Wyatt’s tone was calm, as if talking about something unrelated to him.

"Indeed, you are the top genius of the Holy Martial Academy, able to sense my spying on you in the shadows, I thought I was careful enough."

The middle-aged soldier was slightly surprised, not expecting Wyatt to have noticed him already.

"You’re certainly not from the Crimson Drake Army, right?"

Wyatt looked deeply at the person before him, who was a warrior in the third level of the Original Infant Realm, only wearing ordinary soldier armor, not even a centurion...

He didn’t believe that someone with such cultivation would be willing to be an ordinary soldier in the Crimson Drake Army.

"You are very smart."

The middle-aged soldier nodded, "Yes, I am not from the Crimson Drake Army."

"Being able to infiltrate the Crimson Drake Army without anyone noticing, your backing seems to be extraordinary... I’m really curious, who sent you?"

Wyatt’s gaze, which seemed to see through everything, was firmly fixed on the middle-aged soldier.

"Dead men need not know that much."

The middle-aged soldier ignored Wyatt and stepped forward, his momentum overwhelming.

The four hundred ancient elephant shadows that had just disappeared from his head congealed into form again...

"Are you so certain I will die?"

Wyatt’s gaze was slightly frosty, a touch of disdainful smile on his lips.

"Hm?"

Seeing Wyatt so calm, the middle-aged soldier slightly frowned, gave the surroundings a look, found nothing unusual, sneered, "You think you can escape by playing tricks? Don’t waste your time! Certain actions require bearing the consequences... Today, no one can save you!"

The middle-aged soldier took another step and

was about to make a move against Wyatt.

"Really?"

Wyatt was still standing there, unmoved like a mountain, his face calm as an ancient well.

"I think it’s you who cannot be saved!"

At that moment, a low voice tinged with anger came from behind the middle-aged soldier.

Then, two figures appeared behind the middle-aged soldier in an instant. One of them struck out with a palm, directly knocking the middle-aged soldier to the ground and his foot stomping the soldier into the ground, preventing him from moving.

The middle-aged soldier fell heavily to the ground, subconsciously turned his head, but his eyes almost popped out when he saw the scene behind him!

God!

What did he see?!

A thousand ancient elephant shadows!

The one now making a move against him was an ’Original Infant Realm Seventh-Order Warrior’!

"How is that possible? Wasn’t it said that the Wyatt’s family did not send anyone to protect him?"

A chill arose in the middle-aged soldier’s heart, his eyes filled with despair.

"Young Master."

The two who appeared were Frank Graham, who had stepped on the middle-aged soldier, and Gideon Dunn.

Upon hearing this familiar voice, the middle-aged soldier’s face turned pale. He struggled to turn his head back and finally saw the faces of Frank and Gideon through the darkness.

"General Frank, General Gideon!"

The middle-aged soldier’s pupils shrank; he clearly had recognized Frank and Gideon.

Frank and Gideon were competent generals under the command of the Godly Might Marquis, Grand General Atharv Nigel, and they also commanded high prestige in the army of the Crimson Heaven Kingdom.

Therefore, many soldiers in the Crimson Heaven Kingdom’s army recognize them.

"You recognize us?"

Frank Graham’s eyebrows furrowed, and his foot stepping on the middle-aged soldier increased its force.

The middle-aged soldier went pale, looking horrified. Who can tell him what the hell was happening?

Why were these two fearsome figures here?

And it seemed like they were protecting this ’Wyatt’ in secret!

Wasn’t Wyatt just a direct descendant of Wyatt’s family? How could these two fearsome figures deign to protect him?

The middle-aged soldier suddenly realized that this mission was simply a suicide mission!

"Speak, who sent you to kill the Young Master?"

Gideon Dunn’s face grew dark, his eyes flashing with relentless killing intent.

"General Frank, General Gideon... Isn’t he... Isn’t he a Wyatt’s family member? Why... Why would you..."

The middle-aged soldier took a deep breath; he just wanted to figure out what was happening.

Frank Graham and Gideon Dunn both looked toward Wyatt at the same time, seemingly asking if Wyatt could reveal the truth.

Wyatt nodded.

He also understood that this middle-aged soldier was a tough one. If they could not completely break down his inner defenses, he might not reveal the person directing him even if he died.

"Correct, the Young Master is a member of the Wyatt family. However, the Young Master is also Lord Crawford’s nephew... As for us, we were sent by Lord Crawford to protect the Young Master."

Frank Graham spoke smoothly and calmly.

However, his words felt like a needle prick to the middle-aged soldier’s ears.

Lord Crawford?

He naturally knew who the ’Lord Crawford’ referred to by Frank Graham was.

It must be that venerable and distinguished figure in the Crimson Heaven Kingdom!

This Wyatt, he is that figure’s nephew?

"Young Master, please spare my life... This lowly servant didn’t know your identity, please spare me..."

The middle-aged soldier’s face was pale, drained of color, struggling to beg Wyatt Barnes for mercy.

He suddenly realized that his actions were akin to seeking his own death!

"Speak up, who sent you?"

Wyatt Barnes asked again.

"Young Master, if I speak the truth, would you spare my life?"

A light of survival shone in the middle-aged soldier’s eyes.

"You’re not in a position to negotiate terms with me."

Wyatt Barnes’s voice turned colder, "Given that you recognize Frank Graham and Gideon Dunn, and have achieved the skill level of the Original Infant Realm, your status in the army of the Crimson Heaven Kingdom should not be low... Do you think, with my Uncle Nigel’s capabilities, we won’t be able to find out your true identity?"

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of the middle-aged soldier’s mouth.

If Godly Might Marquis wanted to investigate him, it would naturally be effortless...

"Young Master, I am a centurion in the Imperial City Guard."

The middle-aged soldier lowered his head, revealing his identity.

He believed that without his further explanation, the young master before him could guess the rest.

"City Guard?"

Wyatt Barnes’s eyes narrowed slightly, "It was him... Lester Bell!"

"What a Lester Bell, daring to let his city guards infiltrate the Crimson Drake Army, doesn’t he know that is a grave offense in the army?"

Frank Graham’s face changed slightly, his eyes flashing with anger.

Gideon Dunn also looked extremely unpleasant.

"Generals, spare me..."

The middle-aged soldier’s face was ghastly pale; all he wanted now was to survive, with no other thoughts in mind.

Frank Graham and Gideon Dunn looked at Wyatt Barnes.

"Clean it up."

Wyatt Barnes spoke indifferently. His voice was void of any emotional fluctuations. He then turned around, loosened his trousers to relieve himself. After finishing, he directly returned to his camp tent.

As soon as Wyatt Barnes’s voice fell, the middle-aged soldier hadn’t even reacted yet when he was killed by Frank Graham.

When Wyatt Barnes left, Frank Graham and Gideon Dunn cleaned up the soldier’s body and rehid it.

"Wyatt Barnes, why were you gone so long?"

After Wyatt Barnes returned to the camp, Seeker Sinclair asked.

"Can’t I take a good dump?"

Wyatt Barnes gave Sinclair a glance, speaking with annoyance.

Lying in the camp, Wyatt Barnes’s eyes slightly squinted, a flicker of anger rising in his heart.

Although he knew that the city guard commander Lester Bell wouldn’t give up easily, he hadn’t expected Lester Bell to be so reckless as to seek his death on the way to the Northwest Border.

"Lester Bell..."

Weaving Webb weaved killing intent into Jarvis Barnaby Barnes’s heart.

The next morning, the sun rose from the east.

"Everyone, pack up your camps, we leave in ten minutes!"

The booming voice of ’Kanan Nigel’, disrupted the tranquillity of the morning, awaking all the martial arts students from their dreams. They emerged from their tents hastily, packing their properties.

As Wyatt Barnes stepped out of the tent, he saw that the 10,000 soldiers of the Crimson Drake Army were already fully equipped and ready to go. Only their Saint Martial Arts Academy’s camp was sporadically scattered around.

"This Crimson Drake Army is indeed the elite army of the Crimson Heaven Kingdom!"

Wyatt Barnes praised inwardly.

Soon, the group of students from the Saint Martial Arts Academy also had their camp packed up and were ready to depart.

Along with a command from ’Kanan Nigel’.

Tens of thousands of horses, carrying tens of thousands of soldiers, surged forward, once again shaking the earth beneath them.

On their way, they encountered some merchant and vehicle convoys who hastily made way, not daring to obstruct the Crimson Drake Army’s advance.

After spending a total of two months, Wyatt Barnes and the others, following the Crimson Drake Army, finally reached their destination.

The Northwest Border’s Flourishing City.

Flourishing City was a remote and awkwardly positioned city.

Just thirty miles north of Flourishing City was the border city of South Barbarian City, part of the South Kingdom...

Due to its peculiar location, clashes between the two countries were frequent in the area.

Any time one country finished regrouping its forces, they would aggressively send out troops with the intention to seize the border city of the other, aiming for plunder.

Over the thousands of years, things were always like this.

Half a year ago, the army from the South Kingdom started to instigate the Crimson Heaven Kingdom’s Flourishing City repeatedly, putting immense pressure on the city’s army. Hence, they requested for reinforcements from the Imperial City.

"This Flourishing City isn’t very large, it’s about the size of Aurora City."

Wyatt Barnes looked at the distant Flourishing City from afar, raising his eyebrows.

"Indeed, other than the Imperial City and County Cities, the other cities are all more or less the same size."

Remi Sinclair nodded.

Soon, tens of thousands of the Crimson Drake Army soldiers rode into Flourishing City, simultaneously slowing down their speed.

Half of Flourishing City to the south was bustling with shops and crowd, whereas the half closer to the north was the camp of the border army. The northern city wall had been heavily fortified into a bronze-wall-iron-bastion specifically built to withstand wars.

"It’s the Crimson Drake Army!"

"The Crimson Drake Army have arrived, they will definitely bring a crushing defeat to the army of the South Kingdom this time!"

"Long live the Godly Might Marquis!"

...

Wherever the Crimson Drake Army passed, the residents of the Flourishing City standing on both sides were extremely excited, yelling in unison.

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