Tap, tap, tap!
As Daemon and the others appeared, the bald Red Priest disguised as a Dragon Guard in the corner immediately retreated into the darkness, concealing his figure.
Jacaerys understood the Faceless One's dying question in an instant.
The other party intentionally used skilled archery to ambush him, who was impervious to blades and spears, specifically to convey the message that he was not Little Aegon.
And to verify the true identity of a Targaryen, Jacaerys would naturally think of the Dragons in the Dragonpit.
This was a meticulously planned trap!
The other party's real killing move was not that bald Red Priest, but Daemon and the others, who would inevitably be deceived by the illusion.
So Jacaerys's mind stirred, and then he immediately quickened his pace to chase after that bald Red Priest.
Sure enough, as soon as he ran a few steps, he heard Daemon's angry shout in high valyrian in his ear.
Boom!
Rattle!
When Caraxes on the other side of the underground hall opened his mouth to brew Dragonflame at the command, the ground where Jacaerys had just stood suddenly cracked.
Womax's terrifying Dragon head, like a heavy truck, shot out with countless gravel of various sizes, and at the same time opened its large mouth towards Caraxes.
From the moment he arrived at the Dragonpit, Jacaerys had been constantly communicating with Womax in his mind to confirm their positions.
That was why it could appear precisely at this location.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Sizzle!
Black Dragonflame and golden-red Dragonflame collided, some canceling each other out and dissipating in the air, while others scattered throughout the underground hall due to the collision.
The scorching high temperature directly forced Daemon and the others at the Dragonpit entrance to temporarily retreat back to the surface.
Jacaerys had the bonus of Blood and Fire (Fire Resistance +100%), and although he still couldn't withstand the Dragonflame head-on, this temperature couldn't harm him.
Meanwhile, the bald Red Priest quickly chanted, summoning five orange-red fireballs the size of ping-pong balls around him.
Those five small orange-red fireballs, after absorbing heat, surprisingly grew to the size of a head at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, because the bald Red Priest stopped to chant and cast spells, Jacaerys quickly rushed within three or four meters of him.
Seeing that the claw of the evil god was about to get close, the bald Red Priest immediately nervously waved his hand forward.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Those five head-sized orange-red fireballs instantly flew towards Jacaerys like cannonballs, one after another.
Swish swish swish!
Due to the close distance, Jacaerys, unable to dodge by maneuvering, could only swing Blackfyre in offense as defense.
Facts proved that Valyrian steel longsword indeed possessed some mysterious properties.
This time, Blackfyre actually directly split the orange-red fireballs in the middle as if they were solid objects.
The orange-red fireballs, split into two, flew past Jacaerys's body on both sides and extinguished in the air in the blink of an eye.
Hmm?
Jacaerys didn't know what he felt, but after splitting four orange-red fireballs with Blackfyre, he actually gave up resisting.
Poof!
The fifth orange-red fireball accurately struck Jacaerys's chest, and then exploded, the orange-red flames directly engulfing him.
Hit?
Great!
The bald Red Priest was stunned at first, then reacted with a face full of joy.
But before the smile had fully spread across his face, a strong left arm pierced through the orange-red flames formed by the fireball and tightly gripped his throat.
The unharmed Jacaerys walked out of the orange-red flames, slowly raising his left hand.
Gulp, gulp!
The bald Red Priest, lifted into the air, couldn't breathe because his windpipe was constricted.
His legs struggled constantly, and his hands also exerted force, trying to pry open the left hand gripping his neck.
But how could the strength of an ordinary human compare to Jacaerys, who possessed Dragon Power.
Soon, the bald Red Priest's eyeballs bulged, his tongue unconsciously stuck out, and his face turned a bluish-purple.
Seeing that it was almost time, Jacaerys finally allowed his legs to touch the ground.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The bald Red Priest, having narrowly escaped death, immediately took large gulps of precious air.
"Tell me what you know, and I can spare your life."
Jacaerys said to the bald Red Priest in a cold, emotionless tone.
This person believed in the Red God (the Seven Kingdoms' name for the Lord of Light), not the Many-Faced God who viewed death as going home.
After walking through the gates of hell, perhaps he would reveal some information out of the instinct for survival.
Other Red Priests might be as Jacaerys thought, but unfortunately, this bald Red Priest had come to King's Landing with a death wish.
"Hahaha, even if you kill me, my soul will go to the God's realm of the Lord of Light.
Claw of the evil god from another world, your time is running out.
All the gods have issued divine oracles to completely purify you!
The light of my Lord shines upon the world, and you will ultimately..."
Crack!
Without listening further to the bald Red Priest's praises of the Red God, Jacaerys lightly exerted force with his left hand and crushed his throat bone.
Based on the information obtained from the Green Seer controlling Helaena, as well as the Faceless One and the bald Red Priest.
Jacaerys already vaguely understood that the current situation was very likely the risk of purple entry interaction that the Entry Panel had warned him about.
The various magical powers brought by the Entry Panel indeed did not belong to this world.
But now was not the time to think about this, Jacaerys suddenly exerted force with his left hand, throwing the bald Red Priest's corpse towards the central area where the Dragonflame was clashing.
The true name of the God called the Red God or Lord of Light was R'hllor.
In the TV series of his previous life, he was a powerful deity who could frequently display miracles in the era of waning magic.
He could not only grant believers the ability to see future scenes through fire, but also the ability to control flames for enchantment and attack.
The most miraculous thing was that He also had the ability to resurrect the dead.
So, to prevent future troubles, Jacaerys simply cremated the bald Red Priest's body directly.
In the underground hall, Womax was still clashing Dragonflame with Caraxes.
Caraxes was indeed very good at breathing Dragonflame, but the reason it could maintain the current situation was actually because Jacaerys was holding back.
After knowing that Daemon had been deceived by Little Aegon disguised as a Faceless One, he still held a glimmer of hope of explaining the misunderstanding.
However, in this situation, how could there still be a chance for them to communicate properly?
Rustle, rustle!
Ricinus, who had not appeared in the Throne Room, quietly appeared in another corner of the underground hall, riding Sheepstealer.
In her eyes now, there was only Daemon, and everyone who was an enemy of Daemon was also her enemy.
"Dracarys!"
A ball of brownish-yellow Dragonflame, like mud, suddenly spewed from Sheepstealer's mouth, going straight towards Jacaerys.
Boom!
Womax's massive left wing suddenly pierced out of the ground, blocking Jacaerys like a black shield.
Crack, crack!
The brownish-yellow Dragonflame, like a mass of high-temperature asphalt, covered Womax's left wing scales and continuously burned them.
Although its sturdy Dragon scales, which had undergone the third cocoon metamorphosis, could not completely resist Dragonflame, only spiderweb-like cracks appeared.
Rattle, rattle!
Womax's massive Dragon body, over 120 meters long, struggled to squeeze into the underground hall.
At the same time, the black Dragonflame it spewed also changed from an area attack to a single-target Dragonflame pillar.
The black Dragonflame pillar instantly broke through the golden-red Dragonflame like a hot knife through butter, shooting at Caraxes's right Dragon wing, catching it off guard.
Hiss!
Woof~~
Caraxes's blood-red Dragon scales on its right wing could not withstand the high temperature of the Dragonflame pillar at all, and a circular pit with a diameter of two to three meters was melted out in a very short time.
Caraxes, in pain, immediately let out a mournful cry that could be heard throughout the Dragonpit.
Because its vision was blocked by Womax's massive Dragon body squeezing into the underground hall, Ricinus felt bad after hearing Caraxes.
But Sheepstealer's brownish-yellow Dragonflame couldn't break through Womax's sturdy Dragon scales in a short time.
Her eyes rolled, and she immediately remembered the conversations she had heard between Daemon and Rhaenys during this time.
"Hey, I heard you value your brothers very much.
Want to know where they are? Come with me quickly!"
As soon as Ricinus finished speaking, Sheepstealer stopped breathing brownish-yellow Dragonflame and quickly flew towards the outside of the Dragonpit.
And she had no idea what effect this casually spoken sentence would have on Jacaerys.
Roar!!!
Jacaerys, whose eyes seemed to be spitting fire, immediately climbed onto Womax's back along its left wing.
After letting out a huge Dragon roar towards the sky, Womax directly abandoned Caraxes and quickly crawled towards the Dragonpit exit.
Rumble!
At the same time, a series of rumbling sounds like muffled thunder came from the lowest level of the Dragonpit.
Outside the Dragonpit, Daemon, Rhaenys, Baela, and half of the Lords of the Seven Kingdoms who had just arrived, happened to see Ricinus riding Sheepstealer soaring into the sky.
Following that, a scene that shocked most people appeared.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Womax, whose size was far greater than all existing Dragons, suddenly drilled out of the Dragonpit, flapping its wings and chasing after Sheepstealer.
At this moment, Womax, with its ink-green, almost black Dragon scales all over its body, already had the initial aura of 'Black Dread'.
A few breaths later, the silver-gray Silverwing and the silver-white Seasmoke successively squeezed out of the Dragonpit, following behind Womax and chasing Sheepstealer.
Roar~~
Even Sunfyre, who could not fly, forcefully squeezed out of the Dragonpit and continuously roared at Sheepstealer in the sky.
Watching the four Dragons chasing each other above Rhaenys' Hill, the group of Lords of the Seven Kingdoms who had just arrived immediately rode away from the area.
Are you kidding? The ruins of the city from Rhaenys' Hill to the Dragon Gate had just been cleared.
Now a Dragon battle has started again, aren't they waiting to die by staying here?
Daemon, with traces of blood at the corner of his mouth, and Rhaenys, with residual slap marks on her face, exchanged glances and quickly ran into the Dragonpit.
Baela behind them looked up at Womax in the sky, bit her lip, turned around, got on her horse, and headed towards the Red Keep.
Above the Dragonpit, Womax chased behind Sheepstealer, continuously breathing black Dragonflame to attack.
Sheepstealer had to dodge the astonishingly hot black Dragonflame by flipping left and right.
It was not a Dragon known for its speed, so before it even had time to fly into the clouds, it was intercepted by Silverwing and Seasmoke, who had flown ahead after hearing the Dragon roar command.
Helplessly, Ricinus could only control Sheepstealer to fly horizontally to evade.
But with Jacaerys directing from the center, the aerial encirclement formed by the three Dragons became smaller and smaller.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Just as Sheepstealer was about to give up, a scarlet Dragon shadow and a fiery red Dragon shadow flew up from below at extremely high speed.
Jacaerys, who had already noticed the movement in the Dragonpit, immediately communicated with Womax.
Roar!
A Dragon roar sounded, and the three Dragons directly gave up attacking Sheepstealer.
They suddenly changed direction and breathed Dragonflame towards Meleys, who was flying faster and was in the lead.
Jacaerys had actually had killing intent towards Rhaenys for a long time, if Baela hadn't been standing beside her just now.
He would have had Womax spew a mouthful of black Dragonflame when it rushed out of the Dragonpit.
It's not too late now, Rhaenys had no idea that the three Dragons would so tacitly turn their heads and attack her.
When she saw the three-colored Dragonflame coming, she could only try her best to control Meleys to evade.
However, although the Red Queen's flying speed was very fast, its agility in sudden stops and turns was far inferior to Caraxes.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
Rhaenys only had time to control Meleys to evade the black Dragonflame, the most threatening, spewed by Womax.
The other two Dragonflames hit its left and right wings successively.
Meleys immediately fell towards the ground diagonally, with thick smoke billowing from its wings, like an airplane with both engines malfunctioning simultaneously.
Sheepstealer in the sky, seeing Meleys and Caraxes coming to the rescue, immediately turned from defense to offense, diving towards Womax below and breathing Dragonflame.
And after shooting down Meleys with Dragonflame, Jacaerys ordered Silverwing and Seasmoke to entangle Caraxes.
He himself controlled Womax to turn its head and charge head-on towards Sheepstealer.
With Womax's current size and the entry bonus, it was basically an invincible existence in a one-on-one fight.
Its black Dragonflame pillar easily defeated Sheepstealer's brownish-yellow Dragonflame.
And without losing momentum, it melted a blood hole over two meters wide on the left side of Sheepstealer's chest.
Before it could even cry out, Womax, which was rapidly approaching from below, directly used its massive maw to bite down hard on the middle section of Sheepstealer's neck.
Sheepstealer, injured repeatedly, struggled to flap its Dragon wings, trying to break free from Womax's death grip on its throat.
But it was useless, the power generated by Womax's wingspan, reaching over two hundred meters, was far stronger than its own.
Sheepstealer lost a large amount of blood due to the wound on its chest and gradually lost the ability to resist.
Finally, it couldn't even maintain its flying posture and fell straight towards the ground.
However, fortunately, Womax was still biting its Dragon neck.
Then, Womax flew towards Meleys, who had previously fallen on Rhaenys' Hill, carrying Sheepstealer as if it were carrying a giant fat sheep.
Ricinus, hanging upside down, could only tightly grip the Dragon saddle handle, not daring to relax at all.
On the ground not far from the Dragonpit, Rhaenys on Meleys's Dragon saddle was already unconscious due to the impact of the fall.
In just over ten minutes, two of Daemon and the others' three Dragons had lost their combat capability.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Before Jacaerys could order Womax to breathe Dragonflame at Meleys.
Daemon, controlling Caraxes, shook off Silverwing and Seasmoke, flew near him, and shouted at him: "Jacaerys, stop!
Lucerys, Joffrey, and your men are in our hands.
Don't hurt them, I want to exchange prisoners with you!"
Listening to Daemon's completely hostile words, Jacaerys knew that from today onwards, the two sides would become sworn enemies!
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