Chapter 149: Lys is Ours
The Summer Sea, the lysene Archipelago, the main city of lys
"Roar, roar, roar..."
As a deafening roar pierced the sky, the nobles in the upper districts of Lys felt as if they were hearing the cry of a behemoth from an ancient era. Under the influence of this terrifying dragon roar, the surrounding air trembled due to the powerful sound waves.
In the sky above the upper districts of Lys, Jon, transformed into a dragon, had completely acclimated. Now, he was ready to launch his attack.
Jon's target was clear: the sturdy walls that isolated the upper districts. After diving toward the gatehouse, Jon opened his maw and unleashed a stream of searing Dragonfire toward the walls.
The terrifying Dragonfire streaked across the night sky like a meteor, illuminating everything around it. However, this light brought not hope, but terrifying destructive power.
The lysene soldiers on the walls might have once been fearless on the battlefield, but at this moment, facing this sudden Dragonfire, their bravery seemed insignificant.
Screams of terror rose one after another as they felt an unprecedented dread within the scorching heat of the Dragonfire.
"Ah..."
One soldier screamed, his voice filled with the despair of a life about to be extinguished.
"Help me..."
Another soldier called out for help in helplessness, but in this raging sea of fire, who could be their salvation?
Many of them didn't even have time to react before being consumed by the horrific Dragonfire. The flames were like hungry wolves pouncing on lambs, ruthlessly swallowing everything.
After being attacked, the soldiers looked up at the sky in terror. In the eyes of the surviving lysene soldiers, Jon's massive silhouette swept across the sky like a descending god, invincible and overbearing.
At this moment, these lysene people truly felt the power of a dragon—a majesty that stood above all living beings and commanded awe.
They finally understood that a true dragon was not just a monster from legend, but an existence possessing the power to destroy everything.
After completing one attack, Jon flew back into the high altitude once more. He needed to continue gathering strength to prepare for the next assault.
While the power of a dragon was immense, it was not a machine that could release Dragonfire infinitely. If dragons were truly that powerful, the Valyrian Freehold would have likely conquered the entire world long ago.
"Kill!"
After the Dragonfire vanished, the slave army on the Perfume Way, who had been in a state of shock, finally reacted. They cheered and charged toward the City Watch soldiers who had been frightened witless by the Dragonfire.
These slaves held weapons they had just stripped from the City Watch soldiers. Although they were not yet proficient in using them, they knew very well that such an opportunity would not come often.
As for the City Watch soldiers, they were stunned by this terrifying scene. They never expected that the dragons, which were rumored to be extinct, would descend upon Lys once again.
In ancient legends, Dragonlords would often descend upon Lys riding their dragons. Atop certain Pleasure Gardens in the upper districts, there were even specialized platforms designed for dragons to rest.
However, after hundreds of years, these things had become mere legends. These soldiers never expected that one day, Dragonfire would actually rain down upon their heads.
Due to Jon's attack, the searing Dragonfire swept across the Perfume Way, leaving behind a chilling, charred trail.
The destructive power of the Dragonfire was so immense that many City Watch soldiers were ruthlessly burned into piles of charcoal in an instant. Many knew nothing after feeling the heatwave, as their lives vanished into nothingness in that split second.
The surviving City Watch soldiers could be considered extremely lucky; some were only scorched by the energy radiating from the Dragonfire.
However, those City Watch soldiers grazed by the edge of the Dragonfire were not so fortunate. Because the Dragonfire moved so fast, the result of the high-temperature roasting was that half of their bodies were charred.
Since one side of their bodies was still vital, they could only struggle in extreme agony. After a long ordeal, they finally died bit by bit under the despairing gazes of those around them.
At this time, a pungent smell of burning hung over the City Watch formations. The scent was nauseating and filled the City Watch soldiers with deep dread.
They were all terrified—terrified that the dragon would appear again and turn them all to ash with its horrific Dragonfire. Their hearts were filled with the fear of death and uncertainty about the future.
"Kill..."
On the other side of the battlefield, the slaves were cheering and jumping with joy. Their shouts rose one after another, as if they had already foreseen a possible victory.
Their roars were filled with a longing for freedom and hatred for their oppressors. At this moment, victory was in sight because Jon, the Dragonlord, was on their side.
Driven by these shouts, the slaves brandished their crude weapons and gear, charging at the City Watch soldiers who were completely dazed by fear.
After being attacked by Jon's Dragonfire, the City Watch's original formation had been completely shattered. Their defensive line was as fragile as paper under the slaves' assault and was quickly broken through.
In this chaotic melee, the morale of the City Watch soldiers took a severe blow, and their fear and helplessness spread rapidly across the battlefield.
"Kill! Urgh... cough, cough..."
One City Watch soldier prepared to counterattack after parrying the thrusts of several slaves, but before he could complete his move, his body was pierced by even more spears.
"Defend! Form up..."
An officer quickly shouted upon seeing the soldiers gathering around, but unfortunately, very few responded to him. Moreover, this unlucky fellow was targeted by the slaves because of his shouting.
"Help..."
Faced with the massive number of slaves, the City Watch soldiers had no resistance to speak of. Although they were well-equipped, their morale was gone, and they were completely unable to organize an effective defense.
"Come on! We are..."
"The dragon is coming again!"
Several City Watch soldiers shouted as they were besieged by slaves, but just as they were about to strike back, they heard a slave's loud cry.
Fearful, they looked directly at the sky, but they only saw Jon's dragon tail. Realizing they had been tricked, they didn't even think to defend themselves and were immediately stabbed to death by the slaves.
The situation on the battlefield continued. Faced with the slaves' numerical advantage, the City Watch soldiers could not resist at all and could only be killed one by one.
"Roar... Boom..."
By the time these slaves reached the vicinity of the upper district gates, they saw only a gatehouse that had been completely set ablaze, with countless lysene soldiers wailing as they tumbled from the walls.
Many places had even collapsed due to the Dragonfire attacks. Seeing such a scene of ruins and debris, the slaves all shouted at the top of their lungs.
"Long live Lord Aegon!"
"Kill!"
"It's collapsed over there!"
Seeing such a scene, the slaves became even more excited. They called out to their companions to gather and prepared to crawl into the upper districts through those gaps.
This was once a place beyond the reach of the low-level slaves, but today, this place rumored to be surrounded by gold and flowers had become like a beautiful maiden opening her doors to them, waiting for them to take whatever they desired.
"Roar..."
After seeing that the gates to the upper districts had been breached, Jon turned his gaze outside the city. Although the lysene Magisters and wealthy merchants who had defected to Jon had sent private soldiers and mercenaries to hold positions, the garrison outside was still very numerous, and some camps were even equipped with siege engines.
These standing armies of Lys were not a rabble like the City Watch. Some of the soldiers among them frequently participated in conflicts in the Disputed Lands; it could be said that most were brave and battle-hardened elites.
These soldiers were not people Jon could win over, so they had to die. Furthermore, Jon had to attack quickly while he had the time; otherwise, he would have to spend a great deal of time and energy dealing with them.
"Roar..."
Although Jon was constantly thinking about these issues, his movements never stopped. He was heading for the garrisons stationed in the northeast and southwest. These troops were the elites of the lysene people. After eliminating them, the pressure on Jon to subdue Lys would be significantly reduced.
"Charge..."
"Kill..."
"Long live Lys!"
At this moment, the northeast gate of Lys was a scene of bustling activity. Soldiers of the First Legion of Lys were attacking the northeast gate under the commander's orders.
The First Legion was very well-equipped, with weapons, armor, and siege engines all according to the best specifications. Although they had also seen Jon's transformation into a dragon,
years of warfare and training allowed them to steadfastly execute their superior's orders. Thus, upon seeing their comrades mount the walls, these soldiers all became excited.
"Roar, roar, roar..."
Just as these soldiers of the First Legion of Lys were shouting and charging toward the walls, waves of dragon roars echoed from the sky.
"What is that?"
A soldier who had just climbed the wall subconsciously thought of this question upon seeing the dragon in the sky. However, before he had time to think further, a terrifying flame descended from the heavens.
"Is it a dragon?..."
After this question flashed through his mind, the soldier quickly lost consciousness.
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