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"Look! The three-headed gods have come to save us!"
As the multicolored cloud neared the plaza of the Bleeding Tower, tens of thousands of prisoners let out a unified cry of astonishment.
Jacaerys focused his gaze and soon discovered that the cloud was in fact a flock of strange birds. Each had three heads and their bodies were covered in feathers of blue, purple, and green.
These bizarre creatures, with bodies measuring around one and a third meters in length and wingspans close to three meters, exuded an intimidating presence.
"Dracarys!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Jacaerys gave the command to attack as soon as the flock of strange birds entered the range.
He spoke the word to Vermax, and the moment he did, a brilliant burst of orange-red dragonfire surged forward, engulfing the foremost group of a dozen or so three-headed birds. The air around them shimmered and warped under the intense heat of the flames.
As the fire faded, the scorched bodies of the strange birds were nowhere to be seen. They had been utterly consumed, leaving not even ashes behind.
"Protect His Grace!"
Suddenly, from beside Coleman, Pushel shouted with urgency. Drawing his longsword, he led fifteen armed soldiers straight toward Jacaerys, who stood at the front of the Bleeding Tower.
CLANG!!!
"Anyone who dares approach me shall die!"
Sensing a plot in motion, Jacaerys drew his sword from his waist and bellowed with force. His voice rang clear and commanding.
In response, the ten Unsullied guarding the tower instantly raised their shields and lowered their spears, pointing them unwaveringly toward Pushel and his men.
A man beside Pushel stretched out his right hand, pointing at one of the Unsullied as he chanted a prayer with rapid words, "O Lord of Light, with your mighty power, cleanse the evil before us!"
WHOOSH!
A miracle occurred. A dark red fireball, roughly the size of a fist, formed in mid-air. Then, with the speed of an arrow, it shot straight toward the Unsullied the man had pointed at.
Although the Unsullied knew no pain, the moment the flame touched him, it expanded in a flash and engulfed him entirely. The fire seemed to swell with the wind, and within seconds, the man was devoured.
Jaehaerys' pupils widened at the sight.
If the mysterious face-changing technique of the Faceless Men could still be reluctantly explained as a highly advanced form of disguise, then this priest in red, who conjured fireballs from thin air, had undoubtedly stepped into the realm of the extraordinary.
Such enemies held the highest priority on Jacaerys' list for elimination.
At once, he resolved to command Vermax, who was still unleashing waves of dragonfire upon the skies, to redirect his attack toward this new and dangerous group.
But before he could speak, a loud cracking sound burst out around him, followed by the rush of flowing liquid.
The sound of wood shattering and something spilling echoed around the plaza.
As it turned out, while the red-robed priest had been casting his spell, Pushel had sent ten of his men to entangle the remaining nine Unsullied, while he himself, along with four others, ran to both sides of the defensive firebreak and smashed open numerous wooden barrels hidden there.
Sniff, sniff.
Jaehaerys furrowed his brow and looked down. A clear liquid was rapidly spreading across the ground, accompanied by the overwhelming scent of strong alcohol.
He immediately understood what their plan was.
They intended to use him as a shield.
Indeed, unlike Daenerys, Jacaerys did not possess immunity to fire. If Vermax released dragonfire now, there would be no way for Jacaerys to escape this alcohol-soaked area in time.
But, by the same token, the red priest would also be unable to recklessly hurl his fireballs without risking igniting the whole area.
Did they truly think that all he had was his dragon and its flames?
Let them witness his true strength!
A cold smile appeared at the corners of Jacaerys' lips. Without hesitation, he raised his sword and charged directly toward Pushel and his remaining four men, who had just circled around the Unsullied.
CLANG!!
Pushel's dagger clashed hard against Jacaerys' longsword, the ringing metallic echo reverberating through the square.
Seizing the opportunity, the four soldiers at Pushel's side quickly split to the flanks and swung their blades at Jacaerys, aiming for his neck and knees.
BOOM! BOOM!
Two green shadows plummeted from the sky, slamming into the soldiers with crushing force. In the blink of an eye, the four attackers were reduced to pulp beneath the massive impact.
Startled by the sudden change, Pushel instinctively leapt backward.
He then realized what had hit them—it was none other than the twin winged claws of the emerald dragon, Vermax, who had been silently hovering above.
WHIZZ! WHIZZ!
Now too afraid to engage at close range, Pushel pulled another dagger from within his robe and flung both blades at Jacaerys' face.
CLANG! CLANG!
A dragon's claw swiftly rose before Jacearys, deflecting the knives with ease.
But Jacaerys did not retreat. Instead, he burst forth from behind the protective claw like an arrow loosened from a bow, lunging straight at the retreating Pushel.
Their connection of minds had allowed this moment of seamless cooperation. Man and dragon fighting as one—this was Jacaerys' newly developed method of combat.
WHOOSH!
Although Pushel was retreating quickly, he was no match for Jacaerys' ferocious advance. Just as Jacaerys' sword was about to pierce his heart, the air between them shimmered without warning.
In the blink of an eye, Pushel split into three identical copies.
At the same moment, the flock of three-headed birds that had still been alive despite the earlier dragonfire suddenly vanished into thin air.
Only a single vulture with blue, purple, and green-stained feathers remained, circling alone in the sky.
An illusion?
Jacaerys paused for the briefest moment, then swung his sword at Pushel in the middle.
His sword passed through without resistance. The weightless sensation confirmed—he had chosen the wrong target.
Although the sequence of events sounded lengthy, the entire battle from start to finish had lasted no more than three or four minutes.
To the left, the real Pushel turned his head and scanned his surroundings. He saw Rudy and Stone leading a large number of Unsullied troops in their direction, their faces filled with urgency.
There was no time left to hesitate.
"If we are to fall, then let us fall together under the blessing of the Many-Faced God. Talons of the Cold God! Enemies of the Divine!"
Pushel shouted the strange invocation toward Jacearys, then reached into his robe and pulled out a small, ornate horn. Without pause, he raised it to his lips and blew.
Woooooo...
The long, deep call of the horn echoed across the entire plaza.
Two or three heartbeats later, a thunderous explosion resounded from above.
BOOOOM!!!!
CRACK! CRACK!
Jacaerys instinctively looked upward and saw the spire of the Bleeding Tower shatter violently from the explosion.
Countless fragments, large and small, still ablaze with raging fire, rained down from the sky.
SMACK!!!
Vermax's emerald-colored wings spread out like an enormous shield, sheltering Jacaerys completely beneath them. The dragon then curled its massive body, drawing its head in close, its strong back covered in hardened scales acting as a barrier against the fiery debris.
Protected under the dragon's wings, Jacaerys looked down at the ground soaked in flammable liquor and immediately opened his status panel to upgrade a trait.
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[Trait Points - 50,000!]
[Please wait. "Embrace the Sun (Blue)" is synchronizing with this world…]
[Synchronization complete. "Embrace the Sun (Blue)" has been upgraded to "Fire and Blood" (Purple).]
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CRACKLE!!!
Within moments, the fire-ridden fragments from the shattered tower spire of Bleeding Tower buried Vermax's massive body entirely.
Pushel, the Red Priest, the nine Unsullied, and their foes were all buried alongside it.
The tri-colored vulture that had been circling overhead let out a piercing cry and turned to soar higher into the sky.
FWOOSH!
The strong alcohol on the ground at the base of the Bleeding Tower was ignited by the fiery fragments, sending up towering flames that reached three to four meters high.
Fortunately, firebreaks had been established in advance. Without them, Stone, Rudy, and the others who had just arrived would have been consumed by the blaze.
"Your Grace!!!"
Stone and Rudy stared at the blazing rubble ahead, like a grave made of flame, and wailed in anguish.
Their very existence was for the sole purpose of protecting Jacaerys—even to die for him, if necessary.
But now, their lives have lost all meaning.
Farther back, Coleman stood in stunned silence, unsure whether to feel relief or despair.
And it wasn't just him. Every soldier and every prisoner around them felt the same.
The entire plaza of the Bleeding Tower and the nearby harbor—nearly a hundred thousand people—fell into a strange and eerie silence.
No one knew how long this silence would last. Even the slightest sound could shatter it.
PLINK!
A thumb-sized fragment of stone fell from the peak of the fiery grave, making a crisp noise as it hit the ground.
Then came a second piece. A third...
Almost one hundred thousand people stared unblinking at that blazing mound, the sounds growing louder—as if something terrifying was about to burst forth.
CRASH!!
Suddenly, the flaming grave split open from the center. A pair of emerald dragon wings slowly unfurled amidst the inferno.
Step. Step. Step.
Beneath those wings, Jacaerys—his eyes brimming with fury—stepped over the burning fragments, walking forward one step at a time, emerging from the sea of fire.
His gemstone-like eyes swept across the crowd.
Then, in a voice cold as death, he spoke: "Originally, I intended to let half of you live.
But now… all soldiers, hear my command. Massacre this city!!!"
No one could tell whether it was Jacaerys emerging unscathed from the inferno that left them stunned, or the blood-drenched order to wipe out nearly one hundred thousand people.
Every single soldier under Jacaerys' banner stood frozen in place, unmoving.
ROOOOOOAAAR~~
WHOOSH!
Fully emerging from the blazing grave, Vermax raised his head and let out a mighty dragon's roar.
Then, opening his jaws wide, he unleashed a torrent of dragon flame upon the countless prisoners in the Bleeding Tower plaza.
That action marked the true beginning of Tyrosh's annihilation!
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