Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 224 Damon Soars Through the Sky on a Dragon, Dark Sisters Gift Their Beloved Son

At this moment.

"Hiss... Gah..."

Suddenly, Kolachu, who was at a disadvantage, erupted. His vertical pupils turned red and glowed with a bloodthirsty light, and his slender, snake-like body twisted wildly.

It is not small in size, measuring an astonishing seventy meters in length.

However, even the nearly 100-year-old dragon, whose length exceeds 110 meters from head to tail, is no match for Vomisol.

The two dragons differed in size by one-third.

However, its relatively small size has its advantages.

Korac adjusted his posture, his small hind legs aimed at the bronze dragon's chest, his dark claws piercing through the scales and sinking deep into the flesh.

"Roar——"

The fragile nerves beneath its scales were damaged, and Vomisol was as if it had been stimulated, its uncontrollable anger giving it an inexhaustible source of power.

click-

Koracshu's vertical pupils were deep red, and its snake-like neck suddenly softened, wrapping around the bronze dragon's neck. Then, its sharp dragon snout bit into the relatively weak middle part of the bronze dragon's neck.

It wanted to go further and strangle him, but the relentless entanglement prevented it from succeeding.

The only option now is to desperately close the dragon's jaws and firmly embed the black fangs into the flesh and blood of the bronze dragon's neck.

"What move is this?"

Imon was stunned.

Kolachu's slender neck wrapped around Vormisor's neck, the former being very close to Vormisor's back.

In front of Imon was Kolachuh's slender neck, its muscles bulging as he strained, causing the surface of its scarlet scales to wriggle slightly.

A mature dragon unleashed all its power, its blood rapidly heating up, flowing as hot as magma.

Even from a distance, Imon could still feel waves of heat hitting him.

Unlike the usual foul, sulfurous smell of dragon.

This time it's a dark, bloody smell.

It's as if every drop of blood in your veins is being squeezed out, bursting forth with the heat radiating from the opening and closing of the scales.

The man and the dragon seemed to be of one mind.

Swish!
Damon hesitated for a moment, then his gaze hardened, and he stood up and drew his clan sword, "Dark Sisters," from his waist.

Without saying a word, he took advantage of the moment when the two dragons were entangled and leaped onto the back of Vormisor.

"Boy, admit defeat!"

Damon roared, clasped his hands together, raised the "Dark Sisters" above his head, and slashed at Aemon's neck with the blade almost touching zero.

He can change the trajectory of the blade as long as the opponent begs for mercy.

Immon looked up in surprise, not expecting that the other party would actually use this trick on him.

Night fell, and the sky was filled with dark, obscuring clouds.

The Dark Sisters slashed diagonally from the side, their slender, silver-gray swords gleaming with a dark light, as if they could devour time and temperature, concentrating this moment into a single strike.

Its speed is so fast that ordinary people simply cannot dodge it.

"You're dreaming!"

Imon was prepared and immediately launched a counterattack.

In the nick of time, both hands were used.

With his left hand, he untied the dragon saddle chain from his waist, and with his right hand, he drew his sword, "Lady of Emptiness."

Bang!

The sound of metal clashing against metal rang out, like a final, poignant melody of a broken harp string.

The Lonely Lady slashed diagonally upwards, colliding with the Dark Sisters who moved as fast as lightning.

The two Valyrian steel swords clashed violently, bursting into a dazzling burst of sparks.

Just like two elegant ladies, dancing gracefully on the back of a dragon.

Damon missed his first strike, immediately bent his knees and cut across his opponent's waist and abdomen as he leaped up.

With a flick of his right wrist, Aemon sent Lady Empty plunging vertically to block the Dark Sisters perfectly.

Two defensive maneuvers eliminated the opportunities that Coraksh had created for the driver, and also gave Imon a turnaround in both offense and defense.

On the dragon-shaped spatial ring on his right index finger, two rice-grain-sized red gems representing his eyes flashed red light.

The Valyrian steel sword "Lament," shaped like a cross, appeared out of nowhere.

With his right hand wielding the "Lady of the Void" for offense and his left hand the "Lament" for defense, Aemon wielded his two long swords in perfect harmony, making him invincible within a five-foot radius.

"damn it."

As soon as Damon started fighting, he immediately experienced setbacks.

It wasn't that his swordsmanship wasn't strong enough, but rather that the Dark Sisters swords, originally designed as women's one-handed swords, were slender and thin, and simply couldn't withstand the powerful and heavy Valyrian steel swords shaped like figurines.

“Hiss—”

Vormisor suddenly roared, and its back shook violently.

Koracsh completely abandoned its defenses, channeling all its power into its upper body, its slender dragon neck constantly contracting, tightening around the bronze dragon's neck.

The sharp dragon's snout makes a crunching sound, and it's willing to damage the jawbone in order to bite off its opponent's neck.

This very moment created another favorable opportunity for Damon.

Standing downwind, Imon's dragon back swayed, making him unsteady on his feet. Relying on his experience, he raised his clan sword "Lament" and held it above his head.

Damon, standing upwind, naturally gained a higher position and mobilized all his strength to strike down the "Dark Sisters".

To their surprise, the sword strike missed its mark again as the dragon's back swayed.

The Dark Sisters did not fall upon Lamentation as both sides had predicted.

Instead, it swerved diagonally to the left, gliding across Imon's left hand.

Immediately, Imon released his clan sword "Lament" and took a step back, using the swaying of his feet as a cover.

Stab it!

The blade cut through his skin, and blood flowed down his wrist.

When Eamon looked down, he saw a half-centimeter-deep gash on his left wrist, from which blood was flowing out as if it had found an opening.

The clan sword "Lament" flew out of his hand and disappeared without a trace.

Amon's gaze darkened slightly. He raised his hand and bit off a piece of expensive fabric from his sleeve, quickly bandaging his wound.

He's afraid of pain.

I'm extremely afraid of pain.

Therefore, we have been continuously adding layers of defense.

Tonight, my skin was broken open; it seems to be the first injury I've had in recent years.

But he can't feel any pain now; his whole body is numb, and his mind is frighteningly clear.

The fighting genes in his blood were activated, making this body better than ever before.

"Damon, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

Imon remained calm and composed, his right hand wielding the Empty Lady sword in a flourish.

Damon remained expressionless, his chest rising and falling slightly as he breathed.

In terms of physical strength, he was at a disadvantage.

“Hiss—”

Suddenly, the dragon's back tumbled up and down as Vormisor launched a counterattack.

Faced with Kolachu's unpredictable fighting style, it quickly devised a solution based on its nearly 100 years of experience.

The bronze dragon arched its body like a bowstring, and its two thick, sharp claws kicked up, piercing the scarlet dragon's vulnerable belly.

With claws as sharp as copper foil, it sliced ​​down and ripped open his belly with a tearing sound.

"Hiss... Gah..."

Kolachu let out a loud bang, the scales on its abdomen that had been scratched off flew off, and blood flowed incessantly.

Vomisol's counterattack is not over yet.

After tearing off the opponent's left fleshy wing, the ferocious dragon opened its mouth wide and spewed out billowing dragon flames like molten copper.

Its neck was trapped, and it lost the chance to bite back at the dragon's neck.

As the dragon flames rose to a certain height and fell, it flapped its huge brown wings and pounced on them.

Koraksh, wrapped around his side, was completely exposed to the dragon's flames, enduring the terrifying heat that could melt stone and steel and turn sand into glass.

A plume of white smoke, carrying the aroma of roasted meat, rose up. Korakshu's back was badly burned, its scarlet scales covered in charred black.

Even the expensively crafted dragon saddle was burned to ashes by the dragon flames.

Vomisol swayed left and right, trying to throw the other person off.

Ignoring everything else, Koracsh tightened its grip on the bronze dragon's neck.

Its jet-black fangs sank deep into its opponent's flesh, biting harder and harder with each bite.

Even if it costs me my life, I will kill the other party.

In such a fierce battle, the two dragon riders on the dragon's back were too busy to help themselves.

Aemon stood behind the dragon saddle, his left hand wrapped around the chain to keep himself from falling.

Damon stood in front of the dragon saddle, one leg wedged into the saddle handle to reduce the risk of it wobbling and falling off.

For a time, the dragon and the man fought fiercely and were evenly matched.

Especially the two giant dragons, two enormous black shadows in the dim night sky, their dragon flames so bright.
The residents of the valley town below were so afraid that the sky would catch fire.

Silverwing and Gray Shadow hovered in the air, seemingly agitated by the scene, letting out tense roars. But without instructions, they did not rush forward.

A moment later.

"Hiss!"

A fifth dragon roar seemed to echo from the valley, and a red lightning bolt struck the bright night sky in an instant.

"Calm down, Melias!"

Rhaenys, riding her "Red Queen" Melias, rushed over and stared wide-eyed at the sight of the two dragons entangled, shouting that she dared not approach.

Melias, being experienced, landed first on the shore of Long Lake to catch his breath.

The physical exertion from rushing non-stop from King's Landing to the valley was far greater than imagined.

This is especially true for dragons, which are already very fast.

Their speed depends on a brief burst of power; continuous high-speed flight is extremely physically demanding.

"How is this going!?"

Viserys sat on the two-man dragon saddle, gazing up at the night sky in terror.

Judging from the situation above, they were still a step too late.

Renis remained silent, stroking the dragon's back while her eyes were fixed on the night sky.

We have to stop them!

Viserys grew increasingly alarmed, fearing that something might happen to the two men and two dragons above.

Renis shook her head, her face grim: "Two dragons are locked in battle; Melias alone cannot separate them."

At this stage of the dragon battle, the dragon rider's control is negligible.

If she and Melias rush in rashly, they could easily become sitting ducks for the two out-of-control dragons and be caught in a pincer attack.

"Is there no other way?"

Viserys' voice was hoarse, and his throat bobbed involuntarily.

"Wait for Lana and the others."

"I can't help it," Renis said helplessly.

Vormitor and Korakshhu are the pinnacle of power among the Targaryen dragons, with only the oldest and largest, Varghar, daring to claim a clear advantage.

Only through the combined efforts of Melias, Vaghar, and Sea Smoke were they able to force the two dragons to retreat.

But there was one more thing she wanted to say, which she didn't tell anyone.

That is, there are two giant dragons watching in the night sky.

During the Battle of Myr, Aemon displayed the incredible feat of single-handedly controlling three dragons.

The fact that the two giant dragons remained motionless suggests that Aemon was not using his full strength, or that they might have been obstacles set up beforehand.

"What are those damned father and son up to?"

Viserys was heartbroken and nearly collapsed, clutching his forehead and growling.

Why did things suddenly turn out this way?

It was Damon's selfishness and reckless behavior.

Driven by his inner pride, Aemon had an extreme desire to kill his father and relatives.

"They're insane! They're absolutely insane!"

Viserys' voice choked with emotion.

I really want to immediately question the father and son: do they still care about their family, and do they still care about him as their elder brother and uncle?

But beneath the grief, his heart was deeply aching.

He understood that he had an inescapable responsibility.

It was his cowardice that made him wary of both Damon and Aemon, and he could never truly trust them.

Whether Damon takes over Rhys or proposes to dissolve the marriage and start a new family, it will pose a threat to him.

His rejection in the throne room was a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for the other party.

The nephew saw that Damon was backed into a difficult position and gave him two options.

He couldn't bring himself to hurt Damon, but he also didn't want Damon to get what he wanted.

That was the trigger for this internal power struggle.

It took about a cup of tea.

Two giant dragons flew in from afar on the horizon.

"Fly, Melias!"

Renis had been waiting for a long time, and she quickly urged the giant dragon beneath her to take off.

Melias breathed heavily, spread his wings and took flight, rapidly approaching the two giant dragons battling in the night sky.

at the same time.

Vaghar and Haiyan raced side by side, their massive, dark green bodies covering half the night sky, their ferocious dragon snouts bared as they let out a low growl.

Under the moonlight, the dragons swarmed out of their nest.

“Hiss—”

Vomisol roared in anger, unable to shake off the leech-like scarlet dragon, and instead exhausted himself.

However, compared to the seriously injured Kolakshyu, its injuries seemed quite insignificant.

It inherently possesses a strong vitality.

Its robust body and hard scales provide ample defense.

People have only heard of the "Bronze Fury's" immense destructive power, but they don't know that it actually has high attack and high health.

"Hiss... Gah..."

Kolakshu was severely injured; one of his wings was torn off and his lower body was ripped open.

Blood continues to be lost, and physical strength gradually depletes.

Both dragons, exhausted at the same time, plummeted towards the icy lake.

Bang!

Damon, atop the dragon's back, continued his relentless attacks.

The two giant dragons suddenly plummeted, causing them to briefly lose weight and fall.

It looked like it was about to be thrown off the dragon's back.

Fortunately, at the crucial moment, his fingernails gripped the gaps in the bronze scales, allowing his body to dangle in mid-air.

With the dragon saddle chain wrapped around his left arm, Aemon barely swayed before kneeling steadily on the dragon's back.

Seeing Damon about to fall, he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

The two giant dragons continued to fall, getting closer and closer to the lake surface.

Damon gasped for breath, glanced down at the speed of his fall, and a hint of resentment towards his fate flashed in his eyes.

At that height, both humans and dragons would die.

Thinking of this, Damon closed his eyes and loosened his fingers, which were oozing blood.

He refused to accept this bullshit fate.

Strangers cannot take his life; he will choose to embrace death himself.

Snapped!
As soon as I let go, my wrist was grabbed.

Damon opened his eyes, and what came into view was Amon's cold face.

"It's no use, we'll all be smashed to pieces."

He was not grateful; he only felt that the other party was doing something futile.

Dying like this, at least the two of them would be smashed into one pile, which could be considered as their bones and blood merging together.

"You think you're funny?"

With a look of disdain, Imon pulled the other man up and pressed him onto the dragon saddle.

The other person wants to die; he hasn't lived enough yet.

Just as the two giant dragons were relentlessly approaching the surface of Changhu Lake.

"Fly, Vomisol!"

With a roar, Aemon used the technique of binding spells in High Valyrian.

In an instant, the sound spread throughout the night sky.

Vomisol's copper-colored vertical pupils regained their light, and a surge of power erupted from his body from nowhere, causing his heavy wings to flap violently.

A second before falling into the water, it turned around to regain its balance, and its claws sliced ​​through the lake water as it soared into the air again.

It's not the only one affected.

Korakshu was awakened by a bloodthirsty consciousness, and its body was instantly engulfed in excruciating pain, causing it to subconsciously release its dragon's kiss.

A moment later, recalling the fierce battle, they were about to tear each other apart again.

But with a quick glance, he saw the rider revealed on the back of the bronze dragon as it turned around.

A flicker of emotion crossed Kolachu's eyes as he completely released the bronze dragon's restraints, and the entire dragon plunged into the icy lake with a splash.

Vomisol was just taking off, gliding across the surface of Long Lake, when it crashed to the ground with great speed and danger.

boom--

Reeds filled the sky, and when they touched the scattered dragon flames, they ignited, turning into sparks that illuminated the night sky.

(End of this chapter)