Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 225 Strange Musings
"Imon!"

As soon as Vaghar arrived, Lannar on the dragon's back exclaimed in surprise upon seeing this.

Kolachu plunged into the lake, its massive size creating towering waves.

It is taller than the tallest tower in River Valley.

"Turn around, Melias!"

Rhine never expected that the two dragons would fight to a conclusion so quickly and change direction halfway through.

"No!"

Viserys was completely stunned.

The scene of the two giant dragons entangled and falling was so bad that no one could see where their riders were.

Korakho's fall into the lake signifies that Damon is also in danger.

Gululu...

The lake water receded from its heights, staining the surface red with large patches of dragon's blood. The high temperature boiled the lake water, causing it to bubble and emit scorching, hazy white smoke.

Several giant dragons roared repeatedly as they flew toward the smoke-filled shores of Changhu Lake.

Vomisol landed here.

boom--

Vaghar landed with a thud, its massive form resembling a dark green mountain.

Its cold, vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and through the smoke, it saw a blurry, enormous figure.

“Hiss—”

A thunderous roar erupted, a warning statement from Vomisol.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, the night sky returned to silence.

A bronze dragon shook its head, revealing two obvious charred bite marks on its neck, and slowly crawled out.

The bronze scales remained sturdy, and the enormous brown wings shook off the dust.

It was as if nothing had happened to the dragon.

Everyone held their breath and stared intently at the dragon's back.

"Stop, Vomisol!"

Suddenly, Imon’s slightly hoarse voice rang out.

Vomitor glanced back, his undamaged left shoulder planted firmly on the ground, his bronze-colored vertical pupils wary of the several dragons that appeared around him.

Even after intense combat, the blood is still hot.

Aemon patted the dragon's back with one hand and untied the tightly bound chains of the dragon saddle with the other.

He looked somewhat disheveled at this moment.

Vomisol made an emergency landing, sending dust flying everywhere and leaving him covered in dirt.

"Come down."

Panting, Aemon lifted Damon, who was lying face down on the dragon saddle.

"You still had a trick up your sleeve."

Damon accidentally hit his head, blood flowed from his eyes, and he had great difficulty speaking.

He never expected to survive.

Imon smiled and said as he walked, "When dragons of similar size fight, in the end it all comes down to the skill of dragon taming."

Kolachu is indeed a tough opponent.

Despite his extraordinary dragon-like appearance and the determination to risk serious injury and death, he was determined to trade one for one with Vormisor.

He finally understood why Vaghar and Korakshul had perished together in the original world.

This life-for-life fighting style completely goes against the nature of dragons.

Any dragon that faces Kolarkshyu for the first time will pay a heavy price.

"Aemon, how are you?"

Lanaer leaped over, her eyes filled with tension, looking her up and down and touching her.

"I am fine."

Aemon casually tossed Damon off his shoulder, and Damon landed on the ground with a thud.

Damon immediately grimaced, breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Compared to Imon, who was holding onto the dragon saddle chain, he was clearly more seriously injured because he was being pulled by the other party.

There were countless wipings on the surface, but at least several ribs were broken inside.

"Thank the gods, you two are alright!"

Viserys came running, his eyes filled with tears.

This is far better than he expected—one dead and one seriously injured.

"Not necessarily, the matter isn't over yet."

"Imon said calmly."

Pushing Lannar aside, he drew the Empty Lady sword and pointed it at Damon, who was slumped on the ground.

Damon's eyes were gloomy as he secretly gripped a stone.

boom!
Aemon kicked out, striking his wrist, sending the stone flying from his hand, and warned, "Your little tricks won't work on me."

Damon gritted his teeth inwardly, abandoning the idea of ​​putting up a last-ditch resistance.

"you lose."

Aemon looked down at him and said in one breath, "According to the agreement, your Rhys is mine, your children are mine, and even you are mine."

The ferocity of this dragon battle exceeded expectations, enough to wake up those in the family who were pretending to be asleep.

The time has come to reap the rewards.

Damon chuckled and stared directly into his eyes, showing no sign of panic.

If you lose, you lose.

He and Kolachue were prepared for the worst when they arrived.

"Admit defeat, or choose death."

With a calm heart, Eamon took a few steps forward, holding the empty lady's hand.

"Imon, what are you doing?"

Viserys was shocked and hurriedly tried to stop him.

We've come this far, it's a fight to the death, isn't it?

Renis looked solemnly at Vormisor, who had gotten up again, and at the silver wings and gray shadows circling in the sky, and then quietly gave her daughter a look.

Two proud people cannot coexist in the same family; Aemon and Damon are destined to be determined to be superior.

The closer we get to the last moment, the more vigilant we must be.

“Imon, you have already won.”

Lannar received the signal and quickly grabbed Imon's right hand, which was holding the sword.

Without the dragon, Damon has lost his greatest threat.

There's no need to get your own blood stained.

Imon remained unmoved, insisting, "Admit defeat or die?"

"hehe."

Damon grinned and tried to climb up on his left arm, but a sharp pain in his ribs made him fall halfway through.

Left with no other choice, it curled up its legs and arched them, turning its head back.

This made his already wrinkled clothes even more covered in mud, making him look even more like a defeated and embarrassed man.

Damon, disheartened, paid no attention to these things and only looked at the long lake behind him.

A large expanse of lake water was stained red with dragon's blood, bubbling and evaporating.

Damon stared blankly, but could not find the scarlet phantom.

Changhu Lake is very large and very deep.

The lake was so deep that it could drown a severely wounded dragon.

Imon did not stop him, giving him time to reflect.

He was unsure whether Kolachu was dead.

But he was certain that no dragon could survive being ripped open and plunged into a lake from a great height.

He cherished every dragon.

He also had a particular fondness for bloodthirst and belligerence, which matched his name, Corakshyu.

Even at the last moment, after regaining his senses, Kolachu resolutely chose to sacrifice himself rather than become an obstacle to the pilot's survival.

Imon saw all of this.

"Go ahead, kid."

After a long while, Damon looked away and silently closed his eyes.

In this world, no one would die for him.

Only Kolachu.

He has nothing left to worry about.

"Damon, what nonsense are you spouting!?"

Viserys was furious and stepped forward to grab him by the collar.

Renis reached out and stopped him.

The death of the dragon was a huge blow to Damon.

It wasn't that Aemon wanted to kill him; it was that he was already prepared to die.

"you sure?"

Imon frowned.

Damon lay back completely, a relieved smile playing on his lips.

The greatest terror lies between life and death, and it is there that one can truly understand one's mind and nature.

His wife did not consider him her husband, his son did not regard him as his father, his brother regarded him as a disgrace, and no one gave him the slightest trust...

Such a failed life is worse than death.

"I will grant your wish."

Imon lowered his eyelids and decisively swung his sword down.

"stop!"

Everyone gasped in surprise, but they couldn't stop him from making such a sudden move.

At the critical moment.

A cacophony of hoofbeats echoed in the distance, as if cavalry were charging in.

As Imon swung his sword, an arrow struck the blade of Lady Empty's sword.

With a crisp clang, Lady Kongji shifted.

Aymon's eyes flashed, and he looked up in the direction from which the arrow had been shot.

The flags of Runestone City were facing us.

Lady Rhea rode a white deer, leaping several meters in a single bound, and swiftly reached the lakeside.

She was holding a dragon bone bow in her hand.

Eamon took a deep breath and said calmly, "Mom."

"Ah."

Lady Rhea nodded slightly and quickly looked around to analyze the situation.

When I saw the boiling lake water dyed red, my pupils involuntarily contracted.

"Don't tell me you're trying to persuade me too?"

Imon remained silent.

"You guessed right, I'm just that free." Lady Rhea readily admitted, flipping off the white deer and landing on her own, before turning to walk toward the king.

"I'm applying for an annulment of the marriage. What grounds do you have to refuse this time?"

"you……"

Viserys was speechless, his face flushing red.

What time has it been?

“I heard that the Targaryens have formed a Dragon Council, and all family members have the right to vote.”

Lady Rhea fixed her gaze on Rheness, who had the most similar aura among those present, and said, "My marriage to Damon is known throughout the Seven Kingdoms, and you should have no objections."

"You have to ask the person involved."

Renis said it had nothing to do with me.

"learn."

Lady Rhea nodded, looked at Damon lying flat, and couldn't help but mock him, "Look at you now, even the sheep in the valley wouldn't wiggle their butts at you."

I'm too lazy to argue with you.

Damon seems to have come alive; the moment he opens his eyes, he's engaged in a battle.

“I’m not as bored as you, fighting to the death with your own son and then dumping him on the other side of the strait.”

Lady Rhea remained as sharp-tongued as ever, then said seriously, "Nod your head and, in front of your king brother, restore my freedom."

If she dies any more suddenly, she'll become a widow.

"Bitch!"

Damon couldn't hold back his anger.

However, if the other party makes the offer, he will not refuse.

He turned to Viserys and said weakly, "Let me leave with my innocence."

Viserys stared in disbelief, his gaze sweeping over the couple's faces.

When did this happen!

"elder brother."

Damon thought he disagreed and let out a disappointed murmur.

Viserys trembled at the words and bowed his head in anguish: "In the name of Viserys I of the Targaryens, I grant your request."

If he had agreed sooner, perhaps things wouldn't be like this today.

"Thank you."

A glint of light appeared in Damon's eyes.

"Are you finished?"

Imon frowned and said with displeasure, "I'm going to make my move now that you've finished talking."

They don't take him seriously at all.

"Yo yo~~"

Overjoyed, the white deer lowered its head and nuzzled against Emon, sticking out its pink tongue to lick his face.

Imon tilted his head back and rolled his eyes.

"Prince!"

The cavalry of Runestone City arrived, and William, the Runestone Guard, dismounted, ran to the nearest point, knelt on one knee, and held the clan sword "Lament" in both hands.

The Valyrian steel sword fell from the sky and they happened to find it by the lake.

The repeated interruptions annoyed Aemon.

"You can't kill him, kid."

Mrs. Rhea saw through her son's thoughts at a glance and frankly reminded him.

Imon turned his head away and gripped the clan sword "Lament" in his hand.

"He is your father, your biological father."

Lady Rhea shifted her feet, stood still, and stated her reasoning clearly: "No positive character has ever committed patricide or patricide."

Amon pondered for a second: which was more important, his reputation or killing Damon?

It seems to be the former.

“I have to tell you, if you kill him today, you will cut yourself off from both sides of the strait tomorrow.”

Lady Rhea is unemotional; she only cares about gains and losses.

"Listen to Lady Rhea, you've already won."

Lannar quickly said.

Lannino, who had been stunned, finally came to his senses, grabbed his younger cousin's left hand, and said awkwardly, "You and your sister are getting engaged soon, and Renilla is carrying your child. Let's not see any blood."

He was so scared he almost peed his pants.

It is often said that when each Targaryen is born, the gods toss a coin to decide whether he is great or mad.

My little cousin is so normal that it's easy to forget his negative influence stemming from the Targaryens.

too crazy!

Despite being repeatedly persuaded, Aemon outwardly weighed the pros and cons, but in reality, he paid no heed.

He was just thinking about something.

Should we kill Damon or not?

My mother is right, patricide is equivalent to social death.

Seeing his hesitation, while Viserys was still grieving and stunned, Rhaenys acted decisively:

“Damon, think about your family in Ries. You’re free now. You can give them a proper status.”

These words instantly ignited Damon's hope for life.

His wife, Malana Roja, is a very bookish lady who does everything at a leisurely pace and often immerses herself in the pleasure of reading.

To be honest, she doesn't like this kind of woman.

It's believed that Malana's feelings for him were more of an admiration than genuine affection.

However, setting aside their marital relationship, she did indeed give birth to a son for him.

A son of pure Valyrian blood.

Aemon pursed his lips and asked one last time, "Admit defeat or die?"

We can let them off the hook.

Without the dragon, Damon is a dragon with broken wings, losing the ability to fly high.

If he dares to cause trouble again, he will receive black roses and die an ordinary, unexpected death.

It could be food poisoning, or it could be easily soluble in water.

"you win."

Damon gave a bitter laugh and said, "You're better off alive than me. Even if I were the one who died, they would still protect you first."

"You're really stubborn."

Imon sneered.

If you lose, you insist that you won, which means you didn't lose.

Does not dying mean you haven't lost?

However, since the other party has already backed down, there's no need to dwell on the wording.

Just preserve the other person's self-respect to the very least.

Imon pushed away the white deer's pouting head and raised his hand to retract his twin swords.

At that very moment, a murmur suddenly rang in my ears.

"Kill him, kill him..."

The voice was ethereal and indistinct, making it impossible to tell whether it was male or female.

It felt like someone was whispering in his ear, or like someone was inside his head.

"who!?"

Immon's eyes narrowed to pinpoints instantly, and he quickly turned around to search his surroundings.

"Kill him, kill him..."

The voice continued, more urgent than the previous second, with an added urging tone.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Amon's face turned ashen as he closed his eyes to pinpoint the source of the sound.

He had noticed something unusual about this lately a long time ago.

An unidentified spy suddenly appeared on Lonely Mountain, a monitor that could not be found no matter what.

All of this indicated that he was being targeted by someone.

"Imon, what's wrong?"

Lannar asked curiously.

Who's speaking in your ear?

Rhaenys, being more perceptive, uncovered a corner of the mystery behind her nephew's strange behavior from his very first words.

Imon circled back and forth, thanks to the shielding of his vision, while his hearing was constantly amplified.

The murmured voice was faint and indistinct, carrying an invisible force that influenced his mind.

If one did not possess strong mental fortitude, one would likely suffer mental trauma without realizing it.

"Kill him, kill him..."

Seeing that he was unaffected, his babbling became more urgent, but the sound grew softer and softer.

Imon closed his eyes and turned them around to try and locate the source of the sound.

To onlookers, this scene looked as if he had lost his mind.

"Imon, what exactly happened?"

Viserys' expression shifted. After several unsuccessful inquiries, he hurriedly said, "Control him first, don't let him move around."

With his nephew wielding two swords, if he were to attack at such close range, no one present would be able to escape.

Lannino quickly moved, trying to take the opportunity to put his arm around his younger cousin's waist.

Even Damon slowly got up, looking at Amon with surprise.

"Got you!"

Suddenly, Eamon opened his eyes, and a beam of light shot out from his pupils.

That was the embodiment of his spiritual power.

“Hiss—”

Vomisol roared in a low voice as it came to greet its rider.

With swift movements, Eamon lifted his leg and elbowed the cunning Lannino, then quickly climbed onto the dragon's back.

He figured it out.

The source of the rambling is Gushan.

Vomisol regained some strength, the bleeding from the wound on his chest stopped, and he flapped his wings and took flight.

But the mountain is very large, making the search difficult.

Amon's eyes were deep, and several thoughts arose in his mind.

Who is making these delirious murmurs?

Why target him?

What's the purpose?
Look beyond appearances to see the inner essence.

The strange phenomenon has only recently appeared, and there must be a reason among his recent experiences that has led to his delirium.

The Hammer of Flames / Dragon Egg in a Sea of ​​Smoke?

(End of this chapter)