Spellcasting Gods

No mercy!

There was absolutely no attempt to persuade them to surrender!

In less than fifteen minutes, blood and corpses covered the entrance to the Meige Building, and fewer than twenty people managed to retreat inside.

Without a doubt, unless one is deaf, it is absolutely impossible not to hear such a brutal battle.

Upon noticing the attack on the castle, the Royal Guards residing in the White Sword Tower immediately assembled a small group of guards, intending to rush to its aid.

But they were ambushed by Dornish warriors halfway there. Instead of breaking through the blockade, they suffered heavy losses, with many Kingsguard members carrying seven or eight arrows.

Of course, the trouble doesn't stop there. Anyone with a little common sense knows that the Dornish love to poison their weapons. While a minor cut might not be a big deal for a physically strong knight, poisoning is a different story.

Unfortunately, Adam Malbran, the captain of the capital's garrison, is currently unable to feel the pain from his wounds, which is undoubtedly a sign of poisoning.

"Damn it!" he cursed viciously, then quickly turned to his attendant and said, "Go! Get some oil and firewood, and set a fire on the top floor of White Sword Tower. Remember! The fire must be big enough that the whole of King's Landing can see it!"

"Yes, sir!" The servant's eyes lit up, as if he understood his master's plan, and he quickly called his two companions and ran back.

Neither Adam Marbrand nor the servant who had just left noticed that a middle-aged man had been secretly observing everything from the shadows within their ranks, one hand gripping his sword tightly as if he had just made an important decision. He then quietly returned to White Sword Tower.

Just as the three servants finally gathered enough materials to start a fire, the middle-aged man suddenly rushed out, stabbed the man holding the torch to death with his sword, and then kicked the other unfortunate man out of the window. Given the height of the tower and the weight of the armor, even if he survived, he wouldn't be able to stand up for a while.

After doing all this, he took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, child, for the sake of my family and my future, please die too..."

Chapter 0239 The Red Viper's Revenge

Because the crucial fire was not set, the city defense troops stationed on the outer walls had no idea what was happening inside the Red Fort, so they did not send reinforcements for a long time.

Finally, Adam Marbran succumbed to the poison caused by the intense battle and fell into a coma. With him unconscious, the remaining demoralized soldiers scattered and fled, unable to mount any decent counterattack. They were quickly wiped out by the superior numbers of Dornish warriors.

Although the Kingsguard had many skilled fighters, such as Maryn Tran, Loras Tyrell, and Baron Swan, they were outnumbered and outmatched, and were wiped out after a short resistance.

Moreover, Gregor Clegane, the most capable fighter among the Kingsguard, is currently responsible for guarding the entrance to the royal palace and is not at White Sword Tower at all.

He was busy fending off Oberon's almost frenzied attacks. In less than three minutes, he had four or five holes in his body. His strength and powerful muscles, which he was usually proud of, were completely useless at this moment. He could only watch helplessly as the spear passed through his defenses again and again and pierced into his flesh.

His bulky physique and sluggish reflexes made him realize for the first time how vulnerable his pride in strength was in the face of speed.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Unfortunately for Oberyn Martell, known as the "Red Viper," wouldn't fall for it. He easily dodged the gleaming blade with his agile movements, laughing gleefully, "Yes! That's right! That's exactly it! This is the revenge I've been waiting for! The sweetest revenge! Remember? You raped her! Killed her! And killed her child! Today I'll make you taste the most painful death!"

The soldiers from Dorne clearly knew that their prince wanted to deal with his enemies himself, so instead of coming to his aid, they formed a circle, preventing anyone from interfering.

As for his lover, Ellaria Shad, she curled her lips into a cruel smile, as if anticipating something.

Soon, amidst the sounds of fighting, the blood flowing from Gregor Clegane's wounds was no longer dark red, but ink-black, and emitted a pungent, fishy stench. His angry roars gradually turned into painful howls.

If Zhang Cheng were present, he would have been able to see that the spilled black blood contained extremely evil death energy. If nothing unexpected happened, the wound would rot and become infested with maggots in about two or three days, and then spread to every corner of the body until the body was completely decayed before he breathed his last.

If you're poisoned like this, it's better to just die and suffer less than to endure inhuman torture and linger on in a state of limbo.

Unfortunately, Gregor Clegane was unaware of his predicament and continued to wildly brandish his weapon.

He held a heavy broadsword in his left hand and a double-edged axe fixed to his right arm, trying to channel the pain that was constantly stimulating his nerves into the power of rage, and to chop the hateful enemy in front of him into mincemeat.

Since being disfigured and having his right thumb cut off during the martial arts tournament, he ordered an axe to be made and fixed to his arm guard. Now, this axe has drunk the blood of many innocent people, and in some places, it has even left large patches of black, congealed blood.

"Hmph! What a complete idiot!" Oberon's eyes flashed with cold light. He turned sharply to his opponent's side and stabbed at one of his calves.

puff!

Blood splattered everywhere!

It's important to know that greaves only protect the front and offer absolutely no protection against attacks from behind.

Absolutely no surprises!

"Mountain" screamed and fell to the ground. His armor and weapons were so heavy that if one of his legs was injured and he could not maintain his balance, he would never be able to stand up again.

Gazing at his enemy lying on the ground, his eyes glaring menacingly, "Oberyn Martell" flicked the blood from the tip of his spear with a flourish, raised his foot, and stomped on the man's head. In the tone of a victor, he declared, "Gregor Clegane! I now declare you guilty of rape! Murder! You are sentenced to death! But I won't let you die so easily; you will rot away in extreme agony and despair. Guards! Cut off his limbs and throw him into the dungeon! Remember, bring him food on time; if he refuses, force-feed him. I want to hear his cries of agony every day!"

"Your Highness!" Two guards who had been waiting for a long time stepped forward, raised their sharp blades, and with a swift and bloody motion, cut off "Mountain's" limbs. They then used torches to burn the wounds to stop the bleeding.

After doing all this, they dragged the unconscious prisoner toward the Red Keep dungeon and disappeared into the end of the corridor in no time.

After the two had walked away, Oberyn turned around and swept his malicious gaze over Cersei Lannister, who was wearing a semi-transparent silk nightgown, her son Tommen, and her daughter-in-law Margaery in the corner. He said with a half-smile, "What should I do with you now?"

“My dear, I think killing them outright would be too wasteful. You could first savor the eldest daughter of the Lannisters, after all, she was a renowned beauty in the Seven Kingdoms in her youth, and then enjoy our handsome young king and his queen. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—that’s the Dornish style, isn’t it?” Ellaria Shad suggested, licking her lips.

“No, no, no, we are not Lannisters, we would never do such a beastly thing. Perhaps I am lustful, but I would never force anyone.” Oberyn shook his head without hesitation.

Ellaria shrugged indifferently: "Fine! So, what are you planning to do with them?"

“It’s very simple! I have an agreement with Mason, so just handle it according to the agreement.”

The words had barely left his mouth!

Without warning, Oberyn suddenly raised his spear and, with three quick blows, executed the most important prisoners on the spot.

In their final moments, both the ambitious Cersei and the pampered Margaery had eyes that shone with disbelief. They couldn't believe that the "Red Viper" would choose to kill them instead of keeping them as political pawns.

“Wow! You killed Myrcella’s mother and brother, I think Tristan will hate you to death,” Ellaria exclaimed dramatically.

“Hahaha! Let him hate us then! It’s time to invite Her Majesty the Queen in to take charge. Although we have control of the Red Keep for now, don’t forget there are still many Lannister and Tyrell remnants outside,” Oberyn reminded meaningfully.

Ellaria chuckled and replied, "Don't worry, with that list, they pose no threat. Just send a message, and they'll soon be fighting amongst themselves. The only concern is that none of our allies are as capable as he promised—able to defeat any invading enemy..."

Chapter 0240 The War Begins

Meteorologist Edward Lorenz once stated: "A butterfly flapping its wings in the Amazon rainforest of South America can cause a tornado in Texas two weeks later."

Although this phrase was originally used to specifically refer to a dynamic system where a small change in initial conditions can lead to a large, long-term chain reaction in the entire system, it has since been extended to various fields including society, economics, psychology, and mathematics to describe examples of small variables causing serious consequences.

Zhang Cheng didn't know if he could be considered a butterfly that had stumbled into a world of ice and fire, but the result of his flapping wings had already created a terrifying and perfect storm, and the old town was the eye of the storm.

Gazing at the vast fleet stretching to the horizon, he showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, a smile crept across his face as he murmured excitedly, "They're here! They've finally arrived! The experiment can finally begin! Before I leave, let me show you the true power of magic..."

"Master! Everything is ready as you requested." Moroya appeared in the room at some point, her eyes gleaming with fanaticism.

As the only assistant capable of helping with magic, she naturally got involved and understood what it would mean if these "experiments" succeeded.

"Very good!" Zhang Cheng nodded in satisfaction, then immediately ordered, "Go and present our guests with their first gift."

"Heh, as you wish, my dear master." Moroya cruelly licked her lips and turned to walk towards the control center of the Tower of Heaven.

Just a few minutes later, the once calm sea suddenly surged with waves of varying heights. Before either side could react to what was happening, a tremendous sound echoed over the city.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Under the influence of an unknown force, a giant wave hundreds of meters high rose into the air, forcefully lifting the massive fleet into the air, as if a giant hand had violently flung all the ships towards the port area.

Wooden boats that rely on sails and oars are naturally unable to withstand the most violent side of the sea. They can only follow the waves and rush towards the port area. Some unlucky ones accidentally fall off the deck into the turbulent sea during the journey and are swallowed up in the blink of an eye, never to resurface.

“The Seven Gods! This…this is…” Kevan Lannister stared at the spectacular scene before him and couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.

Although he had heard his brother Tywin mention that this young man named Mason possessed an incredible, mysterious power, hearing about it was one thing, seeing it with one's own eyes was quite another.

The ability to create tsunamis hundreds of meters high out of thin air is simply beyond the capabilities of humankind.

It is foreseeable that when more than a thousand ships crash into the ground, it will inevitably cause huge casualties and chaos. Although it will not be completely wiped out, more than half of them will definitely be killed or injured.

Only then did Kefong believe that the rumors were true. The young man who exuded a mysterious aura could really decide the outcome of a war by himself. Ordinary soldiers were powerless to resist such a devastating natural disaster.

"Kingslayer" James gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his expression grave. "Uncle," he said, "I think we need to seriously consider how to handle our relationship with Mason. You know, I don't want to meet him on the battlefield as an enemy one day; that would be a nightmare."

“Agreed! It seems we’ll have to put in more effort in the upcoming battles to make up for the unpleasantness of our last meeting,” Kevan quickly concluded.

As Tyne's most capable assistant and confidant, he knew when to be assertive and when to yield.

Moreover, the Lannister family is currently in a special period. Tywin Lannister, who had a powerful influence, has just passed away, and Cersei is still fighting for power with her former ally, the Tyrell family. They absolutely cannot afford to create another invincible enemy.

Of course, he didn't know that King's Landing had already fallen. Both the Tyrell and Lannister families had been uprooted, and the three-headed dragon banner symbolizing the Targaryen family was once again flying over the Red Keep.

And so, amidst countless gasps of amazement, the ships Eric had plundered from the Eastern Continent crashed headlong into the dock area of ​​the old town.

In an instant, the sounds of breaking planks and screams of wounded soldiers filled the air.

The garrison, who had been hiding in the streets and alleys for a long time, rushed forward and launched a fierce attack while the enemy was in disarray. Tens of thousands of people clashed in close combat in this narrow place, and crimson blood was sprayed everywhere.

However, anyone with a discerning eye knows that these soldiers are merely cannon fodder in today's battle; the real determinant of the war's outcome is the giant dragon soaring through the sky.

Sitting on Kuro Kerba's back, Zhang Cheng stared at the old acquaintance riding on Drogon's back not far away. After a while, he smiled and greeted him, "Good day, dear Eric. I really didn't expect you to survive."

“Thanks to you, my lord, I now possess the power and authority I’ve always dreamed of. Don’t worry, I won’t kill you, because my master still needs your help to escape.” Eric returned the greeting calmly, his pale purple eyes revealing intense hatred.

"Power? Hahahaha! Don't make me laugh! You call this power? At best, it's just a handout from the strong. True power is never bestowed by others, but something you create yourself through learning, understanding, and experience. Once you have it, no one can take it away from you. But what about you? You're treated like a dog, being bossed around." Zhang Cheng deliberately sneered.

"Hmph! No need for empty words! You'll be laughing soon! Although I can't kill you, I can destroy everything you have, such as your young and beautiful new wife and Daenerys, who is under your protection. After I've dealt with you, I'll have a good taste of them." With that, Eric raised his arm and swung it forcefully.

The other few smaller dragons immediately swooped down towards the crowd below, spewing out bright, scorching flames.

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, the defending troops immediately began to retreat in panic, losing all their initial advantage and falling into a severe disadvantage.

"You think a few dragons can defeat me? You're too naive!" Seeing the miserable state of his army, Zhang Cheng showed no panic on his face, and didn't even move, as if he was waiting for something.

next second...

Woo-woo-woo-woo

A massive horn emitting a blinding red light appeared at the top of the towering tower!

The one who blew it was none other than Morroia's young and beautiful sister, Lynise Hightower.

Chapter 241 The Testing Ground (Part 1)

As the deep, melodious sound spread in all directions, the young dragons, who were frantically slaughtering the defenders, all showed expressions of pain. They roared like madmen and attacked every living thing or building around them with their scorching flames, friend or foe. Within minutes, the entire port area was engulfed in flames.

"Dragon Binder?!! No! That's not right! This isn't the Dragon Binder! Damn it! What did you do to it?" Eric forcefully suppressed his struggling mount and questioned it with a look of fear.

He could sense that the dragons that were originally under his control were now filled with crazy and violent emotions. He could barely control even one of them, let alone all of them.

Clearly, this is not the effect that "Dragon Binder" should have, but rather another kind of extremely evil magic.

After all, as an observer, Eric witnessed Zhang Cheng take the Dragon Horn from Euron Greyjoy, so he couldn't possibly have been unprepared for a countermeasure.

To his utter surprise, the other party not only did not choose to use this powerful magical artifact to control the dragons, but instead modified it in some way, causing all the dragons that heard the horn to go berserk without exception.

"Hahaha! How about that? Surprised? Unexpected? Don't rush, my friend, the most interesting part is yet to come. I guarantee that before the winner is decided today, neither of us will leave Old Town alive." With that, Zhang Cheng raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Although the crisp sound didn't travel very far before it completely dissipated due to its distance from Taiyuan, Morroya, who noticed his gesture, didn't hesitate to activate the Tower of Heaven's second function—large-scale group charm.