Boom!"
Viserys didn't have time to think deeply; a sharp spear directly pierced through the Gold Cloaks in front of him, flying several meters out over the sea with a long, bloody trail.
In an instant, the soldiers' screams echoed across the entire sea.
Viserys lay on the deck, watching as a spear, like a candied hawthorn skewer, strung several Royal Navy soldiers together.
If not for his young age and short stature, that last attack would have taken his life.
The sudden attack not only left Viserys Targaryen's mind blank but also stunned the soldiers on the ship.
They trembled, holding their shields, constantly swallowing their saliva.
In the dark of night, they didn't even know who their enemy was.
Sway!
Before Viserys Targaryen could think further, his body swayed violently and he fell to one side.
The indiscriminate firing of the heavy crossbows not only stunned all the soldiers but also completely pierced the bottom plank of the ship.
A large amount of seawater poured in from the bottom of the ship, flooding the cabin.
The Royal Navy warship Viserys Targaryen was on had reached the critical moment of sinking.
"Seize the ship, board her!"
Viserys gripped the ship's rail tightly and shouted loudly.
At this moment, he had no retreat; on the vast, empty sea, without heavy crossbows, they could only fight with their backs to the wall.
When rivals meet, the brave are victorious!
Neither side's soldiers had any choice.
"Hard to port, ram them!"
Captain Daemon Valerion, a close relative and direct descendant of the Targaryen royal family, was also bloodthirsty at this moment.
"Bang--"
The ramming prows of the two warships collided violently, shaking the heavens and earth, as if tearing the entire sea apart.
Everyone was thrown several meters away by the huge tremor; even the giant heavy crossbows were knocked askew and toppled over in the violent impact, no longer easily usable!
"Counterattack!"
Compared to the panic of the enemy warship's soldiers, Ser Joffrey's Royal Navy Fleet displayed the courage expected of an iron-blooded legion.
Although they were few in number, each one was worth ten, unstoppable.
Because they knew that behind them, they were protecting their only King.
At this moment, Viserys Targaryen was thrown into a corner of the cabin, his ears ringing.
Despite this, he still clutched the crimson dragon eggs tightly.
The scorching heat of the charcoal passed through his leather armor, leaving a vivid red bloodstain on his chest.
A soldier chopped down the sail with an axe, and the huge canvas shadow crashed onto the Lannister warship, forming a bridge connecting the two warships.
With a command from the officer, all the Royal Navy soldiers launched their final charge.
"Your Highness, the ship is sinking..."
Ser Willem Darry, panting, pulled Viserys's collar and said helplessly.
Viserys Targaryen looked up and realized that the loyal The Red Keep drillmaster was now on his last breath.
Blood flowed all over the deck from the edges of Ser Willem Darry's armor, and the bitter taste of seawater mixed with sweat filled Viserys's taste buds.
Boom boom boom—
The remaining arrows shot again, and the deck of the Royal Navy Fleet completely broke, countless shields and soldiers unexpectedly falling into the sea.
"Follow me, charge!"
Viserys Targaryen gritted his teeth, a hint of desperation in his eyes.
He shoved the dragon eggs tightly into his arms and launched his final charge towards the golden sculpted lion.
"Follow me, charge!"
Ser Willem Darry's eyes showed a hint of admiration.
It was an iron-blooded brilliance he could never see in Rhaegar Targaryen.
A master who spent his life with only poetry and swords, immersed in the arena, would never display such an iron-blooded human brilliance.
With the Royal Navy's boarding, the most brutal part of this naval battle was about to unfold... And opposite Viserys, Gillian Lannister's face grew increasingly pale.
He led his family's fleet across numerous straits, enduring countless hardships, finally reaching the legendary extinct land—the "Doom Ruins" of Valyria.
Although his soldiers suffered heavy losses, he still had considerable gains.
He believed that with a little more time, he would be able to find House Lannister's ancestral sword of old—Brightroar!
However, when he returned home, sailing with the wind and waves, he discovered that his family's fief, Lannisport, was being invaded.
And not far from the bay, a ship that looked like a command warship was hovering in the distance.
As a direct descendant of House Lannister, he naturally would not stand idly by.
However, after the first skirmish, he was almost regretting it bitterly!
"Sir, what should we do?"
A sailor's eyes darted nervously as he anxiously asked, "That... that looks like the Targaryen Family's banner!"
Upon hearing this, Gillian Lannister's face became even uglier.
He had originally thought it was just some pirates or something, but he never expected the other side to be the well-trained Royal Navy.
"Could my brother have rebelled?"
At this moment, Gillian Lannister was still unaware of the shocking changes on the continent of Westeros.
Although he believed his brother Tywin was not a reckless man, the mere thought of the Targaryen Family's lingering power made him tremble with fear.
"Let's... let's just do it!"
He steeled his heart, drew his longsword, and gritted his teeth.
As a warrior who had explored Valyria multiple times, Gillian Lannister was no coward!
Rumble!
As the two armies clashed, Gillian Lannister watched the Royal Navy approaching from a distance, and a bad premonition suddenly surged within him.
A boy's figure, wearing golden dragon armor, with silver hair and purple eyes, appeared in Gillian Lannister's sight.
"Viserys Targaryen?"
Gillian Lannister's eyes widened, and he felt his head buzzing.
Even if they were under attack by the Targaryen Family, shouldn't it be Prince Rhaegar who came?
Could there be some hidden reason here?
Is it an internal royal conflict?
In an instant, countless thoughts swirled, troubling the commander, Gillian Lannister, before him.
"Sir,"
The explorer beside him urged anxiously.
The enemy was almost upon them; why was the wise and decisive Gillian Lannister still hesitating?
"Keep that child alive, kill all the others!"
Gillian Lannister's eyes narrowed, and he said with a cold gaze.
As a great lord of the Westerlands, as long as it wasn't treason, with Viserys Targaryen as a hostage, he would have the upper hand no matter what!
Rumble!
A thick bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the entire sea.
The next second, a longsword whistled through the air.
Gillian Lannister did not block it.
He skillfully rolled on the ground; though extremely undignified, it was highly effective.
In an instant, wearing simple leather armor, he easily circled behind Ser Willem Darry.
"Whoosh!"
A cold gleam, the sharp blade, illuminated Viserys Targaryen's face.