Chapter 148: The Return of the Dragon King
Summer Sea, Lysene Archipelago, Main City of Lys
"Wooo... Wooo... Wooo..."
Under the soft glow of the moonlight, the blaring warning horns pierced through the silence of the night, shrill as a lone wolf howling beneath a dark sky. The sound shattered the calm of evening and reflected the extreme tension and unease gripping Lys.
The situation on the main island had already reached a critical point. With the lighthouse's beacon extinguished, rescue ships from the surrounding islands could no longer provide support.
Though the moon shone brightly, relying only on the faint lights from the main island made navigation nearly impossible. Even if soldiers managed to sail, the darkness and confusion of the waters would prevent them from advancing effectively.
Meanwhile, the garrisons outside the city had been blocked by Jon's forces. Unable to enter the city, they could only wait anxiously beyond the walls.
The towering walls of the Main City of Lys—once the pride of the Lysene people, symbols of their strength and glory—had now become walls of despair for those outside.
They could only stand there helplessly, watching Jon's banners replace the old standards atop the battlements. Bit by bit, their former glory was stripped away.
Led by Jon, the once-oppressed slaves won victory after victory. Their courage and determination made them unstoppable, trampling the proud Lysene slave masters beneath their feet.
Tonight, these slaves would prove through their actions that they were no longer lambs awaiting slaughter.
They had risen.
And they would become masters of their own fate.
"For Lys!"
"Kill!"
When Jon led the scattered slave forces onto Perfume Avenue, they immediately encountered a fully armed detachment of the Lys City Watch.
After hearing the alarm bells, a commander named Sais Naen had already begun organizing defensive formations.
Because the central district of the city mostly housed pleasure slaves, the uprisings there had been swiftly suppressed.
But that very delay had allowed the lower districts and the slave pits to completely fall under Jon's control.
"Fall back! Fall back!"
Amid constant shouting, the City Watch advanced with firm and powerful steps. Their chants applied psychological pressure while helping maintain synchronization and formation discipline.
The infantry phalanx moved like a ruthless machine of war, steadily advancing toward Jon and the slaves behind him.
Thud... Thud... Thud...
Under that oppressive rhythm, every footstep seemed to shake the earth itself.
"Prepare defenses!"
"Raise your weapons!"
"Freedom!"
...
Before Jon could even react, the voices of slave leaders rang throughout the battlefield.
Though disorganized, Jon could hear something hidden within them—
Resolve.
Determination.
Turning around, Jon looked toward the slaves behind him.
In their eyes, he saw an unyielding light.
He understood.
The moment those commands had been shouted, retreat ceased to exist.
They would stand their ground until the very end.
These people had once lost everything—freedom, dignity, choice.
They had no military training.
No elite equipment.
No polished combat techniques.
But within them burned something far stronger:
A desire for freedom.
A longing for a better future.
Their eyes held determination.
Their exhausted bodies carried unbreakable spirits.
The pursuit of freedom allowed them to face death without fear.
That belief alone had carried them this far.
Though sweat and dust covered their faces, their eyes shone brightly.
Because they knew—
They were fighting for freedom.
For tomorrow.
For a life that belonged to them.
Watching the advancing City Watch forces, Jon felt little fear.
Though the journey here had exhausted much of his strength, he still possessed one final trump card.
"My brothers and sisters..."
"Today is the day you gain your freedom."
"And the day you welcome your final salvation."
"Though the enemy possesses superior numbers and better equipment..."
"I want all of you to know something!"
Enhanced by his terrifying physical strength, Jon's voice thundered across the battlefield.
His words spread from person to person.
And soon, people realized something unbelievable:
The legendary Dragon King, Aegon Targaryen, had been fighting beside them all along.
"The gods above have witnessed your unwavering will for freedom."
"And because of that..."
"I, Aegon Targaryen..."
"Will lead you to victory!"
As Jon's final words faded, a mysterious power spread through the air.
Then, in his palm, a dragonstone roughly the size of an ostrich egg suddenly materialized.
It radiated a deep, eerie glow.
When Jon activated the dragonstone, black-purple energy instantly flooded the surrounding space.
Like living creatures, streams of energy coiled around him and surged endlessly.
As more energy entered his body, Jon seemed to become a bottomless abyss, greedily absorbing everything.
Then his body began changing.
Muscles expanded.
Skin swelled.
His body enlarged as if inflated.
Crack... Crack... Crack...
Bone after bone twisted and expanded.
The sounds echoed endlessly.
Rows of scales soon emerged across his skin.
Dense.
Layered.
Covered in metallic luster.
Before long, they completely enveloped his expanding body like indestructible armor.
His skull elongated.
His facial structure twisted.
Everything transformed.
Human became dragon.
Strength flooded his body endlessly.
Each movement felt capable of shattering mountains.
The Blood Wyrm—Caraxes.
A dragon whose name had been immortalized throughout the history of Westeros because of the glory of its rider.
"ROOOAAARRRR!"
After transforming into Caraxes and releasing a thunderous roar, Jon suddenly felt mountains of corpses and seas of blood flash through his mind.
Perhaps because of the dragon's lingering instincts—
At this moment, Jon felt overwhelmingly excited.
He wanted only destruction.
Fire.
Death.
Then Jon remembered Caraxes' former rider.
And suddenly, he understood.
No wonder this dragon's soul held such hatred toward the Kingdom of the Three Daughters.
Had the Triarchy not interfered...
Perhaps the Dance of the Dragons would never have happened.
"What... what is that?!"
"A dragon!"
"The dragon is here!"
"Let me go! I don't want to die!"
...
The City Watch soldiers instantly panicked.
Many weak-willed men immediately lost all composure at the sight of Jon.
Whoosh—
After adjusting to his transformed body, Jon shot directly into the sky.
The force of his ascent blew apart debris and wooden shutters throughout the surrounding streets.
BOOM!
Soaring overhead, Jon rapidly adjusted to the sensation of flight.
Then, controlling a particular organ within his body—
Heat gathered.
Pressure built.
Scorching flames formed within his jaws.
BOOOOMMMMM!
WHOOOOOSHHHH!
Dragonfire erupted.
A pillar of blazing destruction swept directly across Perfume Avenue.
The previously high-morale City Watch instantly collapsed.
"Run!"
"I don't want to die!"
"Help!"
"AAAAHHHH!"
Under the horrifying power of Dragonfire, the soldiers scattered instantly.
No matter how their officers shouted, nobody listened.
All that remained was panic.
Everyone fled desperately.
Afraid that one step too late would turn them into ashes.
After unleashing his first torrent of Dragonfire, Jon continued flying toward the Upper City walls.
His time in dragon form remained limited.
He had to end the battle quickly and open the city gates.
Thus Jon ascended even higher.
Preparing—
To descend with a killing blow.
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