Whoosh—
The sea wind roared.
Amidst the storm, all warships extinguished their lights and silently approached Lannisport in the Westerlands.
Lord Redwyne's warship cut through waves several people high.
The soldiers on the ship gripped their weapons, standing anxiously on the deck, looking out.
After all, no one knew who would be lucky enough to survive the next moment.
Compared to the tension of the House Redwyne soldiers, the Royal Navy Fleet soldiers were excited.
Not long ago, under Viserys's leadership, they had easily captured the entirety of Storm's End, creating a miracle in the history of warfare on the continent of Westeros.
Now, they were already familiar with the plan to surprise Lannisport, knowing it by heart.
The warriors were eager, waiting for an opportunity to achieve glory.
"That Rhaegar, the True Dragon King, is all rubbish!"
A soldier cursed inwardly, "If it weren't for him messing around with women, the war wouldn't have deteriorated to this point!"
"Prince Viserys Targaryen is the true dragon. When the sleeping dragon awakens, the entire iron throne will tremble!"
...Boom!
The earth-shattering sound of war drums echoed; although Lannisport's scouts had already discovered his fleet, it was already too late.
His Royal Navy warship had already sailed into Lannisport!
"Woo—"
The horn for the charge sounded, and the last Royal Navy Fleet loyal to the Targaryen Family, led by Ser Joffrey, jumped off the deck and stormed into Lannisport.
The entire Lannisport port's alarm bells rang continuously, instantly engulfed in a raging inferno.
Viserys Targaryen stood on the deck, wearing golden dragon armor, his expression serious.
He had originally wanted to lead the charge, but at the insistence of his ministers, he was mercilessly refused.
As the last male of the Targaryen Family, he carried the hope of the entire royal lineage.
The Targaryen Family could not afford another defeat similar to the Battle of the Trident.
Viserys Targaryen leaned on his sword, watching the House Redwyne navy land on the beach.
"It's over!"
Viserys Targaryen watched Lannisport gradually quiet down, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
Compared to his helplessness when he first transmigrated, he now had the ability to express his opinions in the Small Council.
Even a seasoned veteran like Lord Randal Tarly was greatly astonished by Viserys Targaryen's imaginative military strategies.
However, Viserys Targaryen felt no excessive joy at this moment.
He had merely recreated a battle that was destined to happen, drawing on his memories from the original story.
"Clang—"
"Clang—"
The melodious sound of bells echoed through the sky, reaching Viserys Targaryen's ears, accompanied by the crashing of the undulating waves.
Viserys knew this was Randal Tarly's signal—Lannisport had been taken!
The war drums still boomed, carrying across the seawater, and Viserys could even hear the agonizing cries of the Lannister soldiers.
Suddenly, Viserys Targaryen's chest pounded, making him restless.
He hadn't felt such an eerie sensation in a long time, as if an invisible hand in the void was toying with him.
"Is this the baptism of blood and fire?"
Viserys frowned, muttering to himself.
Thinking of this, he eagerly opened the bronze treasure chest roasted by charcoal fire; the crimson dragon eggs still lay vividly in the scorching charcoal, unchanged.
But Viserys knew it was one step closer to awakening.
His eyes narrowed, and black words in Valyrian appeared before him:
Unnamed dragon eggs—Descendant of Merias, product of the magic of blood and fire.
Magic charge: 20%
Bloodline charge: 100%
Energy charge: 90% (continuously increasing)
Sleeping!
"Magic still can't be charged?"
Viserys Targaryen frowned.
Magic was the source of a dragon's power.
Since the magical tide receded, the Targaryen Family had been unable to hatch strong Hatchling Dragons!
The last Hatchling Dragon born in King's Landing had a head only the size of an apple, was deformed at birth, and died not long after!
"Valyria..."
Viserys Targaryen drew his valyrian steel dagger, pointing with great solemnity to the map he had marked countless times.
If there were any traces of magic left in this world, besides distant Asshai, it was probably only the ruins in the Valyrian Freehold.
However, even Viserys had no confidence of escaping from it.
After careful consideration for a long time, Viserys still put down his dagger.
The naval battle had entered its final stages.
Almost all of Lannisport's ports were occupied by the Royal Navy.
When they opened the warehouses of Lannisport in the Westerlands, Lord Redwyne's mouth almost split into a grin.
He had never seen so many golden dragons!
"Seven Gods, the Old Lion of House Lannister even shits gold, that saying is absolutely true!"
Lord Redwyne gasped.
No wonder the Old Lion was able to directly replace King Aerys on the iron throne and repay the debts from the Iron Bank of Braavos!
"Kill everything, loot everything, burn what can't be taken!"
Ser Joffrey said coldly.
This "scorched earth" policy was a specific instruction from Viserys Targaryen.
He knew how terrifying a revived Old Lion would be for Robert Baratheon.
Fortunately, kingslayer Jaime Lannister of the Westerlands had acted against nature, betraying the king, and his father had condoned his subordinates' slaughter of the common people of King's Landing.
As the direct army of the Targaryen Family, they naturally had no psychological burden regarding this.
Immediately after, all the soldiers transformed into greedy beasts, pouring into the treasury of House Lannister... Just as everyone relaxed and joyfully transported supplies, a fleet of warships flying the House Lannister banner approached Viserys's ship from behind.
No one had expected a House Lannister fleet, wandering overseas, to appear behind the warship Viserys was on.
The next second, countless sharp spears transformed into black clouds, assailing the warship Viserys was aboard.
Puff puff puff!
The sound of tearing air was incessant.
In an instant, his Royal Navy warship began to sway wildly.
The long, narrow spears directly pierced the deck, even shattering the hull like biscuits.
Viserys Targaryen looked up in surprise, his face turning ashen.
He, who had been placed in a safe position after the battle by all his ministers, was actually surrounded by the enemy!