Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 222 For God
On a starless night, the capital city of Valyria, the center of power and politics, remained awake all night.

One after another, the evil dragons that were patrolling in the dark sky fell from the sky. Their hideous and ferocious heads and huge bodies fell like meteorites. The spilled dragon blood even ignited many buildings in the city.

One after another, the dragons roared and fell under the joint attack of the Golden Empire's dragon knights and legion soldiers, awakening the entire city.

The whole city seemed to have stepped into the realm of demons and monsters. The once high and mighty dragons and dragon knights could only let out the last roars of their lives in the darkness.

Countless civilian slaves lived in fear at night, praying to their respective gods to be able to spend the night safely.

But it seemed that their gods could not give them the protection they deserved, even though these slaves and civilians would even sacrifice their families to those high and mighty gods.

The forty highest nobles who rule Valyria are known as the Forty Dragon King Families, and each family raises more than a few giant dragons.

These dragons can grow as they grow older, and their ultimate size limit is difficult to estimate. The largest dragon in existence can even grow to more than 200 meters, far larger than any true dragon species in the world of Ekania.

Even the ancient golden dragon, such a super-giant dragon species, can hardly compare with the huge size of these evil dragons at the end of their life.

This is also the only advantage these evil dragons have that can surpass real dragons.

And this huge dragon was now spreading its huge wings, casting a shadow big enough to cover a small town in the dim moonlight, and hovering above the manor.

The knight on the dragon's body was tied to the dragon's saddle like a slightly thicker thorn on the dragon's body, using blood magic to communicate and command the dragon.

The dragon knight watched as the thousands of meters of slave warriors followed the shadows and gradually surrounded the manor of the former great slave owner. He stretched out his hand, gently patted the huge dragon, and shouted loudly: "Horglian, dracarys (dragon flame)."

"Roar,"

The giant dragon Hoglien, which was 280 meters long, was too huge. It heard the orders from its master and the dragon rider, flapped its huge wings, hovered in the air, and adjusted its position.

A huge wind was fanned by the giant dragon, and the huge dragon controlled its wings and swooped down.

The dragon's eyes were fixed on the tiny humans on the ground, those humans who were looking up at it but showing no awe towards it.

A ball of blazing fire was brewing and flickering between the dragon's huge fangs, and it was about to spit out terrifying dragon fire that was enough to burn down the city walls and turn stones into liquid.

But those tiny people showed no fear at all. They stretched out their hands from their exquisite and gorgeous spellcaster robes, raised their staffs and spellcasting devices inlaid with huge gems, and chanted spells.

Each of these spellcasters is an elite wizard trained or recruited by the Empire, including many high-level wizards. Not only are they proficient in the amplification techniques of bare-handed spellcasting, but their spellcasting capabilities have also been further improved after obtaining the luxurious spellcasting equipment equipped by the Empire.

Among them, led by a high-level wizard holding the Staff of the Tree of Life, the spellcasters who possessed amplifying and stable spellcasting equipment did not need to output any excess magic power of their own.

They worked together to stir the rich magical energy in the air, constructed a spell model using the combined spellcasting model issued by the Research Center of the Department of Magical Integration, and drew upon the magical energy of heaven and earth.

In the dark night, thunder suddenly sounded. With the muffled sound of thunder, the sky, which was originally bright under the moonlight, became completely dark.

A huge dark storm was rolling in the clouds, and the huge thundercloud seemed to have locked onto the enemy, descending on the top of the giant dragon that was nearly three hundred meters long.

Rolling arcs of thunder and lightning moved through the clouds like pythons and snakes.

The friction caused the air to be filled with flashes of lightning and sparks, and the knight on the dragon's back had his hair standing on end.

The Dragon Knight was horrified. He quickly shouted, "Hoglien, dodge! Stop attacking!"

But the dragon rider's words were not as fast as the thunder and lightning in the sky. Before the flames from the huge dragon's mouth were even spit out, the dark sky suddenly lit up.

Boom!

Countless rolling thunders twisted like a huge curved tornado, penetrating through layers of gloomy thunderclouds and descending on the huge demon dragon.

"Ahhh,"

The evil dragon in the sky let out a painful roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, the huge thunder tornado instantly split the knight on the dragon's back into a ball of vaporized gas, and then the lightning pierced through the rough scales on the dragon's back and penetrated into the dragon's flesh and blood.

A huge amount of thunder evaporated a large amount of the dragon's blood in an instant, burning a large area of the back of its huge body into charcoal.

Countless electric lights ran rampant in the dragon's body, steaming and killing its organs.

The huge dragon had no ability to resist such a powerful spell. The disappearance and necrosis of flesh and tissues in many parts of its body even made it unable to flap its wings. It fell from the sky like a huge mountain.

boom,
A more than 200-meter-long magic dragon fell heavily into the city, smashing more than a dozen houses and buildings into pieces. Many civilians did not even have time to run out of their houses before the magic dragon's body and the buildings were turned into ruins.

Bartoli, the leader of the Dragon Knights, rode her dragon Swift Shadow across the sky at a speed as fast as a brilliant stream of light. Having lost this prey, she turned her attention to other dragons in the distance in the sky.

Bathori didn't care about the slave warriors who surrounded the manor. Apart from the Burning Hoof Legion that was sent out to carry out the decapitation mission, the remaining warriors in the manor were not something that these slave warriors and the Unsullied could resist.

The mission of their Dragon Knights is to eliminate as much interference as possible from the dragon knights in the sky on the legion soldiers.

Bartoli held a long-bladed armor-piercing sword in her right hand. The strong wind blew her short hair, and she looked dashing and heroic. She shouted loudly: "Swift Shadow, go over there, the next prey is it!"

The tentacles under the jaws of the flying dragon Swift Shadow flickered with colorful colors. These flying dragons were able to communicate with their knights' consciousness. In fact, they did not need to communicate verbally, but Swift Shadow could understand the excitement of the knight on its back.

It quickly changed direction and flew towards the huge dragon with golden scales and red eyes.

The dragon knight in the distance had just discovered the traces of Bartoli and the flying dragon Swift Shadow, and the next moment Bartoli with a steel sword in hand appeared in front of him. The dragon under his crotch didn't even have time to open its mouth before a flash of cold light appeared.

嗤，
Bartoli and Feilong flew across the dragon's chest and abdomen with swift movements. The steel swords in their hands directly cut open the dragon's chest sac horizontally. A huge amount of dragon blood gushed out of the dragon's chest like a spring and fell into the air.

In front of the empire's war captain, these huge dragons were full of fatal weaknesses, and the inferior dragon species were like pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

Bartoli killed another dragon and hovered in the air to look at it.

In the city in the darkness, smoke and flames of war have broken out everywhere.

Although the Targaryen family is one of the forty dragon families, this family has always been at the bottom of the list. It only owns five dragons and its power is not huge.

Tonight, there was not a single dragon rising into the sky above the Targaryen family's manor fortress, making it seem unusually quiet.

A centurion of the Burning Hoof Legion dragged a huge black iron sword wrapped in blood and resentment, stepped over broken limbs and blood plasma, and entered the spacious manor with more than a dozen warriors.

To the centurion's surprise, the Targaryens had already gathered in the center of the manor, as if waiting for him to lead his warriors to the door.

Even when they were slaughtering loyal warriors belonging to the Targaryen family, these nobles did not come forward to organize.

The centurion stopped and the soldiers behind him stood still, forming a formation that could retreat or advance, and they stood one by one.

"You, do you want to seek your own death, or, surrender to my lord?" The centurion raised the blood-stained heavy sword in the steel guard. His left hand gently stroked the sword spine of the giant sword, glanced at the two somewhat uneasy dragons, and said lightly.

This family currently has two magic dragons. One is only twenty meters long, with silver scales and green eyes, and the other is a little bigger, fifty meters long, with black scales and ferocious horns. However, in the eyes of the centurion, they are not a serious threat.

Each of the warriors of the Burning Hoof possesses bloodlines that are more ancient and powerful than those dragons. These ordinary warriors cannot even force out their true strength.

The patriarch of the Targaryen family, wearing a luxurious robe and a moon-white necklace, stepped out from the crowd alone.

He looked at the devil-like warrior in front of him, who was nearly four meters tall, just like the giant in the stories his elders told him when he was a child.

The true strength of these terrifying warriors was clear to them after the eight hundred fully-armored warriors at the gate blocked them for less than a quarter of an hour. "Fortunately, the Targaryen family, although not as powerful as other dragon king families, has the Dream Walker that other families do not have,"

The patriarch of the Targaryen family was thankful that after learning the prophecy, the Targaryen family had already thought of a way out.

Among them, Dreamwalker and some family members have fled to Dragonstone Island outside the continent of Westeros with three dragons. As a precautionary inheritance, even if the Targaryen family suffers a blow, their bloodline will be passed down to the world.

The remaining members of the family will stay in Valyria and act according to circumstances.

However, it now seems that Valyria does not have the ability to fight against these outsiders, so the head of the Targaryen family chose the easiest path.

He knelt before the warrior dripping with blood, bowed his head, offered the legendary Valyrian steel sword "Blackfire" at his waist with both hands, and said loudly: "We dedicate the loyalty of Targaryen to the master of the brave and powerful warrior."

"We give you our fire, our hearts, and our harvest, my lord,"

"Our swords, spears, and bows are at your service,"

"Please have mercy on our difficulties, help us in our distress, treat everyone fairly and equally, and we, the Targaryen family, will always follow you."

The centurion looked at the steel sword in the noble's hands and chuckled softly.

He looked down at the patriarch of the Targaryen family. The huge iron sword was placed across the noble's shoulder. The blood and cold light made the noble's body tremble.

Seeing this, the centurion chuckled with satisfaction and said, "No, obey the glory of the emperor of the empire. Your loyalty and everything you have will belong to the supreme emperor of the empire, His Majesty Kalon Gogmora."

The head of the Targaryen family then exhaled heavily and praised loudly: "Praise the Supreme Emperor. The Targaryen family will offer everything to the emperor of the empire."

At this time, two more nobles stepped out from the crowd, knelt in front of the centurion, presented their family's legendary token, and shouted in unison: "The Orion family, the Belleris family,"

"I swear by bronze and steel,"

"I swear by ice and fire,"

"Respect the glory of the Supreme Emperor of the Empire and be loyal to the Empire!"

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The red witch Nalia stood at the bow, looking out at the huge Valyria Peninsula. Even in the dark night, she could occasionally see thunder rolling in the nearby sky and huge dragons falling.

Next to her stood several Faceless Men in black robes, the leader of a sect that believed in the Thousand-Faced God, and several remaining red-robed monks.

The group was watching the situation on the island at this time, and the boat under them was sailing out of the sea of smoke and heading into the distance. A few hours was enough time for them to escape from the area as they had prepared in advance.

"Perhaps, what those outsiders said is right. The gods are just using us as pawns and sacrifices," the witch Nalia thought silently.

The witch now looked younger than before and radiant, but there was something strange in her heart.

"The punishment of the gods is about to befall the mortal world," Nariya sighed, "What mortals cannot do, the gods will use divine means to solve the problem, even if it is..."

"The gods all have their own tools, the good men and women who serve them to carry out their will in the world," the face of the Faceless Men's leader was covered in a hood, and he smiled gently, "Death is God's gift, and it is the end of suffering. God just uses our hands to give this gift to those slaves, and generously bestows it on everyone in Valyria, including those greedy nobles and unjust slave owners."

“Look, those outsiders will also be granted this honor!” The Faceless Man raised his hands high, welcoming the shock from afar.

As the Faceless Man finished his words, the originally calm fire peak on the island of Valyria began to move around like a giant beast awakened from its sleep.

The earth trembled slightly, and from the mountain mines in the Fourteen Fire Peaks, there were continuous and loud explosions. Countless explosions merged into a deep roar.

"Damn it, not only this city, but the entire island is shaking and changing." The spellcaster leader calmed himself and shouted loudly: "Speed up, we must open the passage immediately, it seems that something big is going to happen."

The black dragon Rosani felt the earth shaking, and at this moment transformed into a true dragon, soaring into the sky, raising his head and roaring, asking the attacking warriors to speed up and gather.

Because the Black Dragon has seen that the Fire Mountains in the distance are shaking uncontrollably, and the entire island's land is beginning to change.

As the shaking intensified, the solid mountains surrounding the volcanoes began to crack, and countless huge stone mountains collapsed and rolled down, making a deafening sound.

Then, a dazzling fire and molten lava shot up from the mine at the pass of the peaks, illuminating the entire night sky and obscuring the light of the moon in the sky.

The huge lava magma turned into a giant pillar, piercing the dome, as if it was about to break through the dome. The hot and fiery magma was like a roaring fire dragon. Several dragons flying over the mountains were instantly melted by the huge eruption and fell into the mountains.

The huge volcanic ash cloud covered the dome like a dark cloud, blocking out the sun and the moonlight.

Then came the other fire peaks, and following the eruption of this fire peak, the quiet magma underground rushed out of the fire peak pass like a boiling flood, pouring down from the pass, like a red avalanche and a bloody rock flow, rolling down the mountains.

The unstoppable molten torrent destroyed everything that dared to block it. Countless slaves were scalded to death by the intense heat before the torrent even got close to them, or were knocked unconscious by the sultry air, and then turned into ashes in the rolling torrent.

The solid mountains and solid earth were torn apart by erosion, leaving deep gullies.

Immediately afterwards, all the mountain passes of the Fourteen Fire Peaks began to burst out with the most powerful force in their lives under this violent chain reaction.

The fire veins in the mountains were all aroused by the violent reaction. The peaks began to shake and spewed out huge amounts of magma and volcanic ash. The huge noise, more thrilling than the muffled thunder in the sky, echoed between heaven and earth.

Crack, crack! The entire huge island and its land plates were shaking, deflecting, tearing, and wailing. Countless flames and magma emerged from the cracks in the earth, licking the earth and life.

The volcanic ash cloud spread across the entire island, blocking out the sun and plunging the sky into darkness, but beneath the darkness was a hell of fire and magma.

Huge amounts of rocks were ejected and thrown by the movement of the earth's crust, collapsing countless buildings.

This is the end of Valyria, and a punishment sent down by the gods.

Dozens or even hundreds of gigantic dragons fled in all directions, disoriented and scattering in the sky.

But the magma and flames between the mountains and the earth simply swept across the bodies of these dragons, easily melting their huge flesh and harvesting their ignorant wild souls.

The magic dragons fell down like raindrops, and then melted into this doomsday.

Only the Imperial Army's garrison, under the magic circle constructed by the spellcasters, was still struggling to resist the drastic changes in the world. The black dragon Rosani also went all out, stirring up all the magic power in his body to support the shaky magic barrier.

Click, click,
A huge sound suppressed the shaking of heaven and earth at this moment. It was the sound of breaking. The space was breaking, and the world was breaking.

At this moment, the spellcasters finally opened the passage to the plane world, but due to the interference of the drastic changes in the world's magic power, the exit of the passage was high in the sky.

They looked up and saw a huge gap in the dark gray clouds, but this huge gap was shrinking rapidly.

"No," the spellcasters looked at the scene with some despair. Their last hope of escape was quickly disappearing.

Even the black dragon Rosani might be able to rely on his own strength to soar into the sky and survive the death crisis, but no one could predict whether the black dragon could rely on his own strength to withstand the power of the entire world.

boom,
A huge noise came from the sky, and everyone saw two huge claws stretched out from the continuously closing hole, supporting the space passage on the left and right.

Then, a huge and majestic head poked out from the passage, with six huge dragon horns winding out, like giant pillars supporting the sky and the earth.

Those dark golden pupils were now like a pool of burning magma, with billowing flames dancing in it.

That was the ancestral red dragon, the emperor of the empire, Karon Gogmora, who cast his gaze at this moment.

(End of this chapter)