Waaah, waaah, he's so scary!
White Knights, kill him for me quickly!"
Little Aegon on the Iron Throne seemed to be frightened by Jacaerys.
He ordered the White Knights, who were chosen from the noble families that supported his ascension to the Iron Throne, in a crying childish voice.
The seven White Knights were naturally obedient to this new young master they had just sworn allegiance to.
But the tragic scene outside the Throne Room was right before their eyes, and they didn't dare to foolishly charge forward directly, instead pushing the royal guards in front of them.
During the Blood Dragon Dance, Jacaerys spent most of his time fighting on dragonback.
The only one who had truly fought him head-on was Aemond.
And now, his peerless combat power was displayed before the eyes of the lords of the Seven Kingdoms, both big and small.
The royal guard at the very front, who had just been pushed in front of Jacaerys, saw a cold light cleaving down towards him from above his head.
His reaction wasn't slow; he immediately raised his sword with both hands to block horizontally.
Snap!
Pfft!
The standard longsword in the royal guard's hands was directly cleaved in two, and the cold light, its momentum undiminished, sliced into his metal helmet.
Blood mixed with white brain matter splattered everywhere; this royal guard, who could be called an elite, didn't even last a second.
Snap! Slash!
Relying on the hardness and sharpness of two Valyrian steel longswords, and his unparalleled Dragon Power.
In front of Jacaerys, there was no enemy he couldn't defeat in a single move.
Whether they were royal guards or White Knights mixed among them, in his eyes, they were all the same, all cannon fodder that could be dealt with with a single sword strike.
Slaughter, this was a completely one-sided slaughter!
Ugh!!!
Not all of the lords of the Seven Kingdoms, big and small, were warriors who had been on the battlefield.
Nearly half of them started vomiting profusely because they couldn't stand the splattering brain matter and the internal organs constantly falling to the ground.
"Jie, be careful!"
Baela's voice suddenly rang out, warning the furiously slashing Jacaerys.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
As soon as her voice fell, three crossbow bolts shot out from directly in front almost simultaneously, accurately hitting Jacaerys's forehead and cheek.
Clang, clang, clang!
But a scene that shocked everyone occurred.
The three sharp crossbow bolts couldn't break through the defense of Jacaerys's facial skin and were bounced off in all directions by him.
Jacaerys looked up in the direction the cold bolts came from, only to see that Little Aegon had somehow taken out a specially made crossbow.
In fact, it wasn't just Jacaerys; Daemon and Rhaenys also turned their heads to look at Little Aegon with surprised faces.
Who would have thought that this seven-year-old child would suddenly shoot deadly cold bolts at his older brother?
But the next second, Little Aegon shouted loudly with a terrified expression: "It's actually true!
My mother told me in a dream that he is not my brother, but a demon, an evil dragon, that crawled out of the seven layers of hell!"
Upon hearing this, Rhaenys and Daemon both recalled the extremely vivid dreams they had experienced recently.
And Jacaerys had already discovered Little Aegon's abnormality at this time.
This specially made crossbow from Myr was not something a normal child could handle, and those three bolts just now could definitely only be shot by a veteran with extraordinary skill.
Furthermore, when they exchanged prisoners back then, he felt that Aemond agreed too readily.
But if Little Aegon were assumed to be a Faceless One, then all of this would make perfect sense.
With the suspicion arising in his heart, Jacaerys no longer bothered to slash at the remaining small number of royal guards, but went straight for Little Aegon on the Iron Throne.
Whoosh!
Daemon, who had been watching from the sidelines before, saw this and mistakenly thought Jacaerys was angered by Little Aegon's sneak attack, and immediately drew his sword to block.
Clang!
Blackfyre and dark sister collided, emitting a crisp clanging sound.
Longswords made of Valyrian Steel, being of the same material, naturally couldn't be cut as easily as ordinary longswords.
But the immense force carried by Blackfyre directly knocked dark sister out of Daemon's hand.
"Jacaerys, wait..."
Bang!
Daemon, with a stunned look, had just opened his mouth to stop him when Jacaerys kicked him seven or eight meters away.
Stepping up the steps of the Iron Throne, Rhaenys, who had no dragon, wanted to stop him, but she was even less likely to be Jacaerys's opponent.
"Jie, spare your grandmother's life!"
Baela's pleading voice suddenly came from behind him; Jacaerys, who had just swung his longsword, changed from slashing to slapping, striking Rhaenys's face with very light force.
This force was very light for Jacaerys, but for Rhaenys, it was not just heavy.
Pfft!
She was seen spitting out a mouthful of blood with teeth in it, and fell heavily onto the edge of the Iron Throne steps.
It was also fortunate that Jacaerys didn't use much force, otherwise, even if she wasn't slapped to death directly, she would have been sent flying onto the various iron swords stuck on the side of the Iron Throne.
Thud!
Little Aegon looked at Jacaerys walking up to him, directly dropped the specially made crossbow in his hand, and then waited calmly for something.
This expression of facing death calmly further confirmed to Jacaerys that this was a Faceless One.
And he couldn't kill him directly as he wished.
Because this Faceless One was currently wearing Little Aegon's face and identity.
Putting vigilance back into its sheath, Jacaerys reached out to stroke the Faceless One's cheek, trying to find the location of the opponent's human skin mask.
But the Faceless One's miraculous face-changing technique was not simple disguise; it was mixed with the unique magic of this world.
"Jacaerys, please spare your brother's life.
The Iron Throne is yours.
We will leave King's Landing now, leave Westeros!"
Struggling to get up, with blood still constantly overflowing from the corner of his mouth, Daemon shouted at Jacaerys in a pleading tone he had never used before.
"You are all deceived by your eyes; he is not Little Aegon at all!
He can deceive humans, but he cannot deceive dragons.
Stormcloud is in the Dragonpit; I will prove it to you right now!"
Jacaerys's thinking was very clear; since he knew the Faceless One intended to set a trap with his own life, he wouldn't be foolish enough to step into it.
A dragon would never mistake its Dragonrider; as long as this Faceless One was thrown in front of Stormcloud, the truth could naturally be discerned.
Slap!
Jacaerys grabbed the back of the Faceless One's neck with one hand, as easily as lifting a rag sack.
Several royal guards wanted to take advantage of his inconvenience and achieve the miraculous feat of reclaiming the new King.
But they overestimated themselves!
Even with one hand, Jacaerys was not someone they could successfully ambush.
Clip-clop, clip-clop!
After dealing with these few royal guards who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, Jacaerys carried the Faceless One and walked towards the outside of the Throne Room.
As he passed through the Throne Room, all the lords of the Seven Kingdoms held their breath, afraid of accidentally provoking this killing god.
Just as he had thought before, Jacaerys, possessing Dragon Power, could completely kill his way in and out of the Red Keep seven times.
He found a warhorse in the inner city and rushed towards the Dragonpit with this Faceless One.
The royal guards and Valyrian soldiers who dared to come forward to block the way were basically cut in half by Jacaerys as the warhorse rode past them.
When Jacaerys rode his horse and forcefully rushed out of the Red Keep, Daemon, Rhaenys, and even Baela also rushed out of the Throne Room.
They randomly found a warhorse in the stables and galloped towards the Dragonpit.
As for the lords of the Seven Kingdoms, big and small, half of those who had been on the battlefield and were more daring also rode their horses behind Daemon and the others.
The other half rushed to the Red Keep's rookery to send the news back to their families as early as possible.
Because no matter which side of the Blacks won this matter today, the situation in the Seven Kingdoms was bound to be shaken, and perhaps the remnants of the Green Party who were barely surviving in Dorne would also take the opportunity to counterattack.
Jacaerys, galloping through King's Landing on his horse, was simply a one-man army; no one dared to block him!
In a short while, he returned to the Dragonpit at the top of Rhaenys' Hill.
Under the astonished eyes of the Dragon Guards, Jacaerys brought the Faceless One to the underground hall of the Dragonpit.
After instructing the Dragon Guards to bring Stormcloud, he stood in the hall and waited quietly.
"Claw of the evil god from another world, do you know?
I actually knew you weren't afraid of arrows.
But guess why I still used a crossbow to ambush you?"
The Faceless One, who had been quiet all along, spoke up, breaking the quiet atmosphere of the underground hall.
However, by speaking, he had admitted his true identity.
"Hehe, perhaps it's because your Many-Faced God is too stupid, that's why he chose such a foolish follower as you!"
Regarding these religious fanatics with devout beliefs, Jacaerys naturally knew how to provoke them to obtain more information.
"Claw of the evil god, despised by all gods, how dare you insult the great Many-Faced God!
The servant of the Lord of Light has long foreseen your death...
Aren't you going to make your move?"
The Faceless One was indeed angered by Jacaerys's words; as he spoke, he suddenly shouted loudly.
Hoo hoo hoo!
In a corner of the Dragonpit hall, a bald man wearing a Dragon Guard uniform was praying rapidly.
Fist-sized balls of flame appeared out of thin air, then quickly elongated and transformed into thirty to forty fiery arrows, which then floated around his body like that.
"...My Lord, Lord of Light, I ask for your light to purify the evil demon!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
As soon as the prayer ended, the thirty to forty fiery arrows, like real arrows, shot towards Jacaerys with sharp whistling sounds.
Facing this strange magical attack, Jacaerys had no intention of taking it head-on, and immediately dodged left and right, trying to avoid it as much as possible.
Because he was still holding a Faceless One, his speed was inevitably affected, and from time to time there were fiery arrows that he couldn't completely dodge.
Swish, swish, swish!
Jacaerys immediately swung Blackfyre with his immense strength, trying to shatter the fiery arrows or change their direction.
The effect was unexpectedly good; the fiery arrows touched by the Valyrian steel longsword Blackfyre were extinguished in the blink of an eye.
But Jacaerys made a wrong judgment here; the real target of these fiery arrows was not him.
Sizzle!
Whoosh!
The Faceless One held in Jacaerys's hand suddenly extended his right foot, taking a fiery arrow head-on that he could have avoided.
This fiery arrow, like Wildfire, spread from his right foot throughout his body at an extremely fast speed.
Tap, tap, tap!
At the same time, Daemon, Rhaenys, Baela, and the others happened to arrive at the underground hall of the Dragonpit via the stairs.
"Father! Jacaerys harmed me!
You must avenge me!!!"
The Faceless One let out a heartbreaking shout towards Daemon, and was immediately engulfed by the rapidly spreading flames.
Jacaerys let go directly before the flames burned his hand, letting the Faceless One's body fall to the ground.
Rustle, rustle!
Caraxes, who was released by someone unknown, actually appeared on the other side of the underground hall.
Daemon looked at the burning Faceless One's body in a daze, then shouted loudly at Caraxes: "Dracarys!"
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