Under the Red Dragon

The night was starless in Valyria, the capital city of the Freehold, a city of power and politics, where no one could sleep.

One after another, dragons patrolling the dark sky fell from the heavens, their ferocious heads and massive bodies plummeting like meteor showers, their spilled dragon blood even igniting many of the city's buildings.

Under the combined assault of the Golden Empire's dragon riders and legion soldiers, dragons roared in despair as they fell, startling the entire city awake.

The whole city felt as if it had stepped into the domain of demons and monsters, where the once high and mighty dragons and dragon knight could only utter their last screams of life in the darkness.

Countless commoners and slaves were filled with fear and unease in the night, praying to their respective gods for a safe passage through the night.

But it seemed their gods could not grant them the protection they needed, even though these slaves and commoners would even sacrifice their own families to those high and mighty gods.

Ruling Valyria were the forty most noble families, known as the Forty Dragonlord families, each family raising more than a few dragons.

These dragons could grow with the passage of time, their ultimate size limit difficult to estimate. The largest of the existing dragons could even grow to over two hundred meters, far larger than any true dragons in the world of Aikania.

Even an ancient gold dragon, a super-giant dragon species, could hardly match the massive size of these dragons at the end of its life.

This was the only advantage these dragons had over true dragons.

And such a giant dragon was now spreading its massive wings, casting a shadow large enough to cover a small town in the dim moonlight, circling in the air above the manor.

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

The dragon knight watched as thousands of slave warriors followed the shadow, gradually surrounding the former great slave owner's manor. He reached out his hand, gently patted the giant dragon, and shouted loudly: "Hogglion, dracarys (dragon fire)!"

"Roar,"

The giant dragon Hogglion, with a length of two hundred and eighty meters, was too massive. Hearing the command of its master and dragon rider, it flapped its huge wings, circling in the air, adjusting its position.

The immense wind was stirred by the dragon's flapping. The colossal dragon controlled its wings, swooping down.

The dragon's eyes stared intently at the tiny humans on the ground, those who looked up at it without showing reverence.

A ball of fiery light brewed and flickered between the dragon's massive fangs, about to unleash terrifying dragon fire capable of incinerating city walls and turning stone into liquid.

But those tiny people showed no fear. They stretched out their hands from their exquisite and gorgeous caster robes, raising staves and casting devices inlaid with huge gems, chanting spells.

Each of these casters was an elite mage cultivated or recruited by the Empire, with many high-level mages among them. They were not only proficient in the amplification techniques of casting spells barehanded, but their casting strength was further enhanced after obtaining the luxurious casting equipment provided by the Empire.

Led by a high-level mage holding a Staff of the Tree of Life, the casters, equipped with amplification and stabilization casting equipment, did not need to output their own excess magic at all.

They worked together to stir the magic-rich air, constructing spell models using the collaborative casting model issued by the Magic Integration Research Center, drawing upon the magic of heaven and earth.

In the dark night sky, thunder suddenly rumbled. With the muffled thunder, the sky, which had been somewhat bright under the moonlight, completely dimmed.

A huge storm cloud was swirling in the clouds, and the massive thundercloud descended upon the head of the giant dragon, which was nearly three hundred meters long, as if it had locked onto its enemy.

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

The friction filled the air with flashing electric light and sparks, causing the hair of the knight on the dragon's back to stand on end.

The dragon knight was horrified. He quickly shouted, "Hogglion, watch out and evade! Stop attacking!"

But the dragon knight's words were not as fast as the lightning that filled the sky. Before the flames in the giant dragon's mouth could be spewed out, the dim sky suddenly lit up.

Boom,

Countless swirling lightning bolts churned, like a giant jiaolong tornado, piercing through layers of gloomy thunderclouds, descending upon the giant dragon.

"Aowu,"

The dragon in the sky let out a earth-shattering roar of pain.

The giant lightning tornado actually instantly blasted the knight on the dragon's back into a cloud of vaporized gas at this moment, and then the lightning struck through the rough scales on the dragon's back, burrowing into the dragon's flesh.

A huge amount of lightning instantly evaporated a large amount of dragon blood, scorching a large area of the back of the giant body into coke.

Countless electric lights scurried wildly in the dragon's body, cooking and necrotizing the organs in the dragon's body.

The giant dragon had no resistance in the face of such powerful magic. The disappearance and necrosis of many parts of the body's flesh and tissues even made the dragon unable to flap its wings, and it fell from the sky like a huge mountain.

Boom,

The two-hundred-meter-long dragon crashed heavily into the city, directly collapsing and shattering more than a dozen buildings. Many civilians did not even have time to run out of their houses before they were turned into rubble and debris along with their houses by the dragon's body.

The commander of the Dragon Knight Corps, Bartoli, riding the flying dragon Swift Shadow, swept across the sky, her speed like a dazzling streamer. Losing this prey, she turned her gaze to the other dragons in the distant sky.

Bartoli did not care about the slave warriors who surrounded the manor. Apart from the 'Burning Hoof' Legion that had been dispatched to carry out the beheading mission, the remaining warriors in the manor were not something these slave warriors and Unsullied could resist.

And the task of their Dragon Knight Corps was to eliminate the interference of the dragon knights from the sky as much as possible to the legion soldiers.

Bartoli held the long-edged armor-piercing steel sword in her right hand, the strong wind blowing her short hair, her heroic posture. She shouted loudly: "Swift Shadow, go over there, the next prey is it!"

The tentacles under the jaw of the flying dragon Swift Shadow flickered with five colors. These flying dragons could communicate with their knight's consciousness. In fact, there was no 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 giant golden-scaled, red-eyed dragon.

The dragon knight in the distance had just discovered the traces of Bartoli and the flying dragon Swift Shadow. The next moment, Bartoli, holding a steel sword, had already appeared in front of him. The dragon under his crotch did not even have time to open its mouth before it saw a cold light flash.

Chi,

Bartoli and the flying dragon Swift Shadow flew across the dragon's chest and abdomen. The steel sword in her hand directly cut open the dragon's chest sac horizontally. A huge amount of dragon blood gurgled out from the chest, falling into the air.

In front of the Empire's Legion Commander, these giant dragons were full of fatal weaknesses. Inferior dragons were like pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

Bartoli killed another dragon and hovered in the air, looking around.

In the dark night, the city was already filled with smoke and flames of war.

The Targaryen family, although one of the Forty Dragonlord families, had always been at the bottom. They only owned five dragons, and their power was not very large.

Tonight, above the Targaryen family's manor fortress, not a single dragon had taken off, which seemed a bit abnormally quiet.

A centurion of the 'Burning Hoof' Legion, dragging a black iron giant sword surrounded by blood and resentment, stepped over the broken limbs and blood, leading a dozen soldiers into this wide manor.

To the centurion's surprise, the people of the Targaryen family had already gathered in the center of the manor, as if waiting for him to lead the soldiers to visit.

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

The centurion stopped, and the soldiers behind him stood in their respective positions, forming a formation that could retreat or advance, one by one.

"You, seek your own death, or, submit to my lord," the centurion raised the blood-stained heavy sword in his steel gauntlet, his left hand gently stroking the spine of the giant sword, glanced at the two somewhat uneasy dragons, and said lightly.

This family's existing two dragons, one only twenty meters long, with silver scales and green eyes, and the other larger, fifty meters long, with black scales and ferocious horns, were not a serious threat in the centurion's eyes.

Every warrior of the 'Burning Hoof' possessed bloodlines that were more ancient and powerful than these dragons. Even these ordinary warriors could not force out their true strength.

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

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

And the true strength of these terrifying warriors, who had only blocked their eight hundred fully armored warriors for less than a quarter of an hour outside the door, was already clear to him.

"Fortunately, the Targaryen family, although not as powerful as other Dragonlord families, possesses dreamwalkers that other families do not,"

The head of the Targaryen family thought to himself thankfully. After learning the prophecy, the Targaryen family had already thought of a way out.

The dreamwalkers and a part of the family members, with three dragons, had already fled to Dragonstone Island outside of Westeros, as a legacy in case of an emergency, so that the Targaryen family could have bloodlines passed down even if they suffered a blow.

And the remaining family members would stay in Valyria and act according to the circumstances.

However, now it seemed that Valyria did not have the ability to contend with these outsiders, so the head of the Targaryen family chose the easiest path.

He knelt down in front of the warrior dripping with blood, lowered his head, offered the legendary Valyrian steel sword 'Blackfire' from his waist with both hands, and said loudly: "We offer the loyalty of the Targaryens to the master of the brave and powerful warriors,"

"We offer our hearth, our hearts, and our harvests to you, my lord,"

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

"We beg you to have mercy on our hardships, help our distress, treat everyone fairly and equally, and we, the Targaryen family, will follow you forever."

The centurion looked at the steel sword between the noble's hands and let out a faint laugh.

He looked down at the head of the Targaryen family, the giant iron sword lying across the noble's shoulders, the blood and cold light making the noble's body tremble uncontrollably.

Seeing this, the centurion smiled softly with satisfaction: "No, following the glory of the Empire's Emperor, your loyalty, everything you have, will belong to the Empire's supreme Emperor, Caron Hogomora."

The head of the Targaryen family then breathed a heavy sigh of relief and praised loudly: "Praise the supreme Emperor, the Targaryen family will offer everything to the Empire's Emperor."

At this moment, two more nobles stepped out from the crowd and knelt in front of the centurion, offering their family's legendary tokens, and said in unison: "The Orion family, the Velaryon family,"

"I swear in the name of bronze and steel,"

"I swear in the name of ice and fire,"

"To honor the glory of the Empire's supreme Emperor, and to be loyal to the Empire!"

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The red priestess Nalia stood at the bow of the ship, looking into the distance at the giant Valyrian peninsula. Even in the dark night, she could occasionally see the rolling thunder in the nearby sky, and the giant dragons falling one by one.

Beside her stood several Faceless Men in black robes, the leader of the Thousand-Faced God's cult, and several remaining red priests.

The group was watching the situation on the island at this time, and the ship under them was sailing out of the Smoking Sea and heading into the distance. A few hours was enough for them, who had made preparations in advance, to escape this area.

"Maybe those outsiders are right, the gods are just using us as pawns and sacrifices," the witch Nalia thought silently.

At this time, the witch's face was a bit younger than before, and she looked radiant, but her heart was a bit strange.

"The punishment of the gods is about to descend into the mortal world," Nalia sighed, "What mortals cannot do, the gods will use the means of the gods to solve the problem, even if..."

"The gods all have their own tools, and the good men and women who serve them carry out their will in the world," the leader of the Faceless Men's sect, his face shrouded in his hood, smiled softly: "Death is a gift from God, the end of pain. God is just using our hands to give this gift to those slaves, and generously to everyone on Valyria, including those greedy nobles and unscrupulous slave owners."

"Look, those outsiders will also be given this kind of honor!" The Faceless Man raised his hands high, welcoming the vibrations in the distance.

As the Faceless Man's words fell, on the Valyrian island, the originally calm fire peak, like a giant beast awakened from its slumber, began to move its body.

The earth trembled slightly, and from the mountains and mines in the Fourteen Flames, there was a continuous series of explosions and roars, and countless explosions were connected into a piece of roaring sound.

"Damn it, not just this city, the whole island is shaking and changing," the leader of the spellcasters stabilized his mind and shouted loudly: "Speed up, we must open the passage immediately, it seems that a major change is about to happen."

The black dragon Rosani felt the trembling of the earth, and at this moment transformed into the true body of a giant dragon, soaring into the sky and roaring, so that the attacking warriors accelerated their assembly.

Because the black dragon had already seen that the distant Fire Peak Mountains were shaking uncontrollably, and the earth of the entire island was beginning to change.

As the tremors intensified, the solid mountain bodies surrounding the volcanic peaks began to crack, and countless huge stone mountains collapsed and rolled down, making deafening noises.

Subsequently, a blazing and dazzling fire and magma shot up from the mine entrances of the volcanic peaks, illuminating the entire night sky and obscuring the light of the moon in the sky.

The enormous magma fire turned into giant pillars, piercing straight into the dome of the sky, as if to break through it. The high-temperature and scorching magma was like a roaring fire dragon, and several demonic dragons flying over the mountains were instantly melted and knocked down by the huge erupting flames, falling into the mountains.

And the massive volcanic ash cloud covered the dome like dark clouds, obscuring the sky and the sun, blocking out the moonlight.

Then the other fire peaks erupted, following this one, and the quiet magma beneath the earth rushed out of the volcanic craters like a boiling flood at this moment, pouring down from the craters like a red avalanche, a blood-colored stone flow, tumbling down the high mountains.

That unstoppable torrent of magma destroyed everything that dared to stand in its way. Countless slaves were scorched to death by the intense heat before the torrent even approached, suffocated by the sweltering air, and then turned to ashes in the rolling torrent.

The solid mountain bodies and the firm earth were scoured and torn apart into deep ravines.

Immediately afterwards, all the craters of the fourteen fire peaks began to unleash their most powerful force in this intense chain reaction.

The mountain fire veins were all stimulated by the violent reaction, and one mountain after another began to shake, spewing out massive amounts of magma and volcanic ash. The huge sound was more thrilling than the muffled thunder in the sky, echoing between heaven and earth.

Crack, crack, the entire huge island, the landmass was shaking, deflecting, tearing, wailing, and countless flames and magma emerged from the cracks in the earth, licking the earth and life.

Volcanic ash clouds spread across the entire island, covering the sky and the sun, plunging the sky into darkness, but beneath the darkness was a hell of fire and magma.

Massive amounts of rocks were ejected and scattered by the movement of the earth's crust, collapsing countless buildings and houses.

This was the end of Valyria, and also the punishment from the gods.

Dozens or hundreds of huge demonic dragons scattered and fled, dazed and disoriented in the sky, fleeing in all directions.

But the magma and flames between the mountains and the earth lightly swept over the bodies of these demonic dragons, easily melting their huge bodies and harvesting their ignorant and wild souls.

One demonic dragon after another fell like falling raindrops, and then melted into this doomsday.

Only the garrison of the Imperial Legion, under the magic arrays constructed by the spellcasters, was still struggling to resist this cataclysmic change. The black dragon Rosani also went all out, stirring up the magic power of his whole body, supporting the crumbling magic barrier.

Crack, crack,

The huge sound, at this moment, suppressed the vibration of heaven and earth. That was the sound of shattering. Space was shattering, the world was shattering.

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

They looked up and saw a huge gap in the dark cloud of ash, but this huge gap was rapidly shrinking.

"No," the spellcasters watched this scene with some despair. Their last hope of escape was also rapidly disappearing.

Even the black dragon Rosani might be able to rely on his own strength to rush into the sky and survive the deadly disaster, but no one could predict whether the black dragon could rely on his own strength to withstand the power of the entire heaven and earth.

Bang,

A huge sound came from high in the sky. Everyone saw that two huge claws stretched out from the constantly healing hole at this moment, supporting the space channel on the left and right.

Immediately afterwards, a huge and majestic head protruded from the passage, and six huge dragon horns grew out in a winding manner, like giant pillars supporting the sky and the earth.

Those dark golden eyes were like pools of burning magma at this moment, with rolling flames dancing within.

That was the ancestral red dragon, the emperor of the empire, Kalon Gorgomora, casting his gaze at this moment.