Viserys, of course, knew that in Westeros, not only did magic exist, but there were even traces of ancient gods at one point.
"lord of light, Drowned God, Old Gods, Seven Gods..."
Countless unknown gods lurked like hidden snakes in the human world, silently influencing the world's changes.
Were not the Doom of Valyria and the Dance of the Dragons the meticulous masterpieces of these gods?
"Father, I won't go!"
Viserys Targaryen shook his head stubbornly, saying solemnly, "Since ancient times, princes guard the nation's gates, and kings die for their country! My brother Rhaegar lost, but the Targaryen Family has not lost yet!"
As these words were spoken, Aerys Targaryen's body trembled violently, and his two dim, yellow old eyes stared sharply at the boy before him, like an eagle's.
"Good boy, good boy!"
After a long while, Aerys Targaryen showed a rare smile.
Since the usurper's War began, the ministers had been very displeased with King Aerys's instigation of the war.
However, his son before him still firmly stood behind him.
A son, after all, is truly his own!
He patted his second son, who was only Half-man tall, with satisfaction.
Although Viserys Targaryen was just a child, the spirit in his bones was worthy of a true dragon's descendant.
"The Targaryen Family will never perish; Westeros needs the strength of the Targaryen Family!"
King Aerys kept muttering.
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly froze, then shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, you are not Aegon… That is not you!"
He shakily stood up again, pacing restlessly back and forth in the hall, as if engaged in some fierce internal struggle.
"Green eyes, blue eyes, burn them, wildfire…"
Looking at the old man who was on the verge of death, a trace of pity shone in Viserys Targaryen's eyes.
Everyone called him a madman, but only Viserys knew that he was the greatest obstacle in this world to resisting the schemes of the gods.
A unified Westeros under royal authority was a situation that all doomsday gods were unwilling to see.
The black text before him changed again:
Aerys Targaryen,
Spirit: 9 (Mental pollution from ancient gods)
Physique: 30 (Weak)
Agility: 30 (Aged)
Strength: 20 (Powerless)
Magic: 50 (Magic bloodline dormant)
"Has the mental pollution worsened?"
Viserys Targaryen fell silent.
As the Night King awakened, the Others revived, and the magic tide began, it was clear that all the gods in this world had begun to lay out their plans among humanity.
And the King, his father, the human lord of Westeros, naturally stood against all the gods!
"Damn gods, treating my royal family as playthings!"
Viserys Targaryen's face turned ashen with anger, completely unaware that King Aerys was staring intently at him.
"It's a pity you are not Aegon; you cannot save Westeros…"
After a long while, Aerys Targaryen sighed, staring at Viserys.
The Dreamwalker's doomsday prophecy was known only to generations of Targaryen kings.
This was the most powerful and bizarre strength of the Targaryen Family, and naturally, it was King Aerys's greatest reliance.
Unfortunately, there was no prince named Aegon among the royal family members of this era!
"Father,"
Viserys Targaryen gritted his teeth, finally mustering the courage to interject.
Although the main forces on the front line had been defeated at this time, there were still core armies and a complete navy.
If commanded properly, there might still be a chance to counterattack.
He did not want to go into exile now and become the "Beggar King" mocked by everyone.
"Dragonstone is the ancestral home of the Targaryen Family, and dragons are our foundation in Westeros!"
Viserys Targaryen added, "As long as we have dragons, we can always fight our way back!"
At these words, King Aerys's eyes widened instantly.
"Dragons… Yes, dragons are our trump card…"
His eyes gleamed, and he kept muttering, his pacing even becoming much lighter.
However, not long after, he suddenly became disheartened again, squatting on the ground: "Dragons have been gone for three hundred years; even Dragonlords cannot hatch them!"
He painfully closed his eyes, his long nails continuously scratching his scalp, leaving fresh red marks.
"Didn't Father say that Prince Aegon would save Westeros in the future? How can Aegon save the world without dragons?"
Viserys Targaryen stood aside and whispered, reminding him.
He almost blurted out the Dreamwalker prophecy passed down through generations of Targaryen kings!
Fortunately, King Aerys did not notice these minor details.
"Aegon saves the world? Dreamwalker… Daenerys… Dragons…"
As these words were spoken, King Aerys's thoughts seemed to have a window opened by Viserys, suddenly becoming clear.
"Yes… dragons… the Targaryen Family will surely have dragons…"
King Aerys clung to it like a drowning man grasping at a straw, muttering incessantly.
Compared to the confused thoughts brought by mental pollution, the Dreamwalker Daenerys's prophecy was clearly more convincing than his chaotic dragon dreams.
"Yes, go to Dragonstone… but King's Landing must not be left to the rebels…"
King Aerys's eyes suddenly became incredibly sinister, and then cold words spewed from his mouth: "Burn them all, the rabble and the rebels, all must die!"
Upon hearing this, Jaime Lannister's face turned pale.
Facing King Aerys's gaze, he hastily lowered his head and held his breath.
He, of course, knew the meaning of King Aerys's words.
He was kept by King Aerys as a hostage and watched, but was he not also watching the King before him?
What kind of mad king would sacrifice half a million innocent people of King's Landing?
"Father, I will be responsible for defending King's Landing!"
Viserys Targaryen shook his head stubbornly.
He did not want to be a deserter.
This was the royal capital that the Targaryen Family had planned for three hundred years; besides the Gold Cloaks and the City Watch defending the city, they had also gathered many defeated troops from the front lines. How could he easily hand over the capital to those rebels?
Even if defeated, Viserys Targaryen would shatter the teeth of these rebels!
Looking at the childish-faced child before him, who, in times of crisis, still stood firmly behind him, King Aerys's face was calm, but his heart was filled with immense satisfaction.
He thought back to when he was imprisoned, and his crown prince Rhaegar had actually listened to the advice of the former Hand, Tywin Lannister, and stood by, indifferent to his fate.
Comparing the two, the difference was immediately clear!
Aerys had been blind, regretting it deeply, to have placed the heavy burden of a nation on the wastrel Rhaegar Targaryen!
This true dragon king, praised by everyone, had brought disaster to the Targaryen Family; while this "sleeping dragon," ignored by everyone, had stepped forward in the family's time of peril, standing firmly behind him!
"Good child, brothers fight like tigers, father and son go to battle! Let me, your father, defend King's Landing!"
Aerys Targaryen looked kindly at his youngest son, pondered for a long time, then turned and sat back on the iron throne.
"Ser Joffrey, Ser Willem Darry,"
Aerys Targaryen held his forehead, leaning tiredly on the iron throne: "Today, I, Aerys Targaryen, officially name Viserys Targaryen as the new Prince of the Kingdom. You must all assist him well!"