"Accompanied by flames, divine punishment fell upon the heretics." Origins 4:14 of the Holy Bible.
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Aenar smiled, observing Robert's mad state, the man should want to eat his flesh and blood right now. However, looking at the wounded Visenya, his eyes turned cold. No one could hit his wife, absolutely no one.
With a few words in High Valyrian, Aenar looked towards Robert and released the spell with a cold stare. The spell won't kill Robert, but he will want to die when the effect of the spell begins. As for the sacrifice for the spell, the King of House Targaryen simply used some blood from the battlefield.
"The spell won't kill you, but it will necrotize the wounds and you'll need to cosplay Baldwin IV and Viserys I." Aenar never hid that he was a vengeful man, Robert had dared to hurt his wife and should be punished accordingly.
"My king." Sigismund and Leda appeared before him, both covered in blood, showing that they had killed countless people.
"How is the situation?" Aenar asked with a calm tone. Although the chaos auras had disappeared, he knew more than anyone how difficult it is to finish off the Chaos Gods, especially the followers of the Chaos Gods, who were more adaptive than cockroaches.
"Many people have mutated into monsters with worm parts, all these people have been killed, including some Lords on our side." Sigismund replied while Leda stood behind Aenar again, silently waiting for the next orders.
Aenar frowned, but wasn't really surprised, it could be said that many Lords and Ladies were believers in the Faith of the Seven, it was perfectly normal for some lords to have been influenced by the God of Chaos, but it was a bit complicated.
Fortunately, they were at war, so even if there were rumors that the king had ordered the death of these lords, he was free of any headaches. After all, it was quite normal to die in war, especially a war as tragic as this one.
"Sigismund, find Daenerys and join Titus in laying siege to Old Town." Aenar ordered with a regal, cold tone. His eyes fell on his loyal commander. "Kill anything that moves in that town. This is a purge and you must burn that town to the ground until there is nothing left but ashes."
"Yes, my king." Sigismund knelt down and accepted the orders with an unwaveringly serious expression. Like a good fanatic, there was no hesitation in receiving orders to purge an entire city.
The reason for the purge was simple. As the heart of Westeros' religion, practically the entire population of Old Town was faithful to the Faith of the Seven. At that moment, Aenar could imagine the hell that was Old Town. So many people turned into insane monsters...
You could say that Old Town had practically become a second Ancient Valyria, a city cursed by the gods. Aenar was worried that Titus alone wouldn't be enough to destroy the entire population and sent Sigismund.
After a little more thought, Aenar added with a serious tone. "Take half the Astartes." He really didn't want to give the potential apostles of chaos in Old Town any chance.
Sigismund couldn't help but be surprised, but he nodded, showing that he had accepted his king's orders. Seeing how serious the king was, he promised himself to fight with all his forces and destroy the king's worries.
"Leda, go and protect, Visenya." Aenar looked at the Lady Commander of the Royal Guard and said, "She was wounded by Robert and needs protection until she recovers."
Leda nodded and just like that, her figure could be seen as a fleeting shadow among the soldiers, probably looking for Visenya.
Aenar looked at the two armies facing each other and thought for a moment before raising his hand and blessing his soldiers again. Red light erupted from his hand and, like a wave of energy, spread throughout his army.
Aenar's movements were like adding oil to fire, the army's morale practically skyrocketed to unreachable levels. The soldiers believed that their God was watching the fight and fought with even more fanaticism and ferocity. They looked like immortal warriors, had no fear of death and attacked as if they had infinite energy.
While the morale of House Targaryen's army was high, the same could not be said of House Baratheon and Lannister's army, both of whom, seeing such a magical scene, became even more desperate. How do you fight an army that has the blessing of the gods?
Suddenly, Aenar's gaze fell on the horizon, where he saw an army rapidly approaching. Looking at the golden squid against the black background, he knew that House Greyjoy had just arrived. At the same time, Aenar smelled blood magic in the air.
He almost immediately knew the source of that smell, Dragonbinder. Aenar couldn't help but be a little surprised at how Euron Greyjoy had gotten hold of a Dragonbinder in the ruins of Valyria.
This was an item used to help tame dragons in their rebellious phase. It worked with a sound attack, which made the dragons feel extremely uncomfortable.
The Valyrians also used it to tame some dragons that were too wild to be tamed by ordinary means. But the Dragonbinder's function was that, nothing really extraordinary, it was just a horn that every Dragon Rider had to control the dragons, like a whip.
Perhaps that's why ordinary people mistook domestication for control, after all, Valyria wasn't foolish enough to create a weapon capable of controlling any dragon. That was sheer stupidity. But because of this, rumors and myths arose that the Horn really could control dragons.
(Credits to Kinggn and Maakolo for the above explanation, I was totally confused about how to write that part).
Although he knew this, Aenar still wanted to see the Dragonbinder in person, especially the power he had over dragons. After all, even if the possibility was almost non-existent, the chance of the Horn being able to control a dragon still existed.
And if such a thing were really possible, Aenar would destroy all the Dragonbinders and anything related to his creation.
Aenar pointed his finger at Visenya, who was still retreating among the soldiers, and transferred the information to her mind, informing her of his orders.
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Visenya, who was gradually retreating towards the Main Tent, stopped abruptly. Her eyes turned completely cold and a murderous intent seemed to materialize around her. Making the surrounding soldiers recoil in fear.
In his eyes, Visenya was surrounded by a swirling dark cloud of malice, making them feel that they were facing a ferocious beast.
Knowing of the possibility of the Dragonbinder's power for Aenar, Visenya quickly walked towards Syrax's location, who was lying peacefully on the ground. The bloody atmosphere of war and the cries of rage were completely ignored by the beautiful golden dragon.
Looking at her dragon, Visenya ignored the pain in her arm and stroked the dragon's beautiful shiny scales. She couldn't help but gaze lovingly at the dragon.
Syrax let out an adorable trill as her head gently nudged Visenya's body, showing the same affection.
"I need your help, Syrax." Visenya whispered to the dragon, looking directly into her eyes. "It may be painful, but I swear that whatever pain you suffer, we'll give back tenfold."
Syrax's response came in actions. The female dragon rose from the ground and lowered her head to the ground, showing the saddle at the junction of the dragon's neck and body. Visenya didn't hesitate and climbed onto the saddle, fastened her belt and spoke.
"Sovegon!!!"
Syrax let out a loud roar and rose towards the sky with a graceful and elegant posture as he flapped his huge wings. The dragon was no more than ten meters long, not counting its tail, but it was still quite a sight.
At the same moment, the world seemed to darken for a moment. The gigantic wings of Caraxes had covered the sky as the huge crimson dragon took flight, pursuing Syrax closely. Of course, Aenar wouldn't let Visenya and Syrax be in danger, so he sent Caraxes.
Visenya looked back and couldn't help but hold her breath at the sight of the huge monster chasing her. She felt exactly as Lucerys Targaryen, riding Arrax, felt when being chased by Vhagar, who was being ridden by Aemond.
Even though she knew Caraxes wouldn't hurt her, being chased by a monster that size still scared her to death.
If Visenya was frightened, Aenar's enemies were completely terrified. The gigantic creature flying above them caused real terror in many men.
The morale of House Baratheon and Lannister, which was already low, became non-existent at that moment.
One of House Lannister's soldiers threw down his spear and shield and fled without any hesitation. There was no way to win the war, not after seeing the gods and dragons on the enemy side. When the first deserting soldier appeared, it wasn't long before the second appeared and then the third.
Soon, in a matter of minutes, a wave of deserters broke out of formation, leaving a large, fragile space for the Targaryen army to enter. And that's what happened, Tyrion and Oberyn ordered the advance and attacked with full force, splitting the army of House Lannister in two.
Even Aenar underestimated the fear that Caraxes could cause in his enemies, but Balerion, the Black Terror was not legendary by chance, but for being a true monster who caused absolute terror in the enemies of Aegon and Maegor.
Euron Greyjoy, who was the current King of Salt after killing his own father, frowned as all the courage he had gathered over the years vanished as if it had never existed. He would have had indomitable courage when dealing with the little golden dragon, but the red dragon was totally different.
But the real terror he felt soon turned into pure ecstasy, what if this dragon became his dragon? Wouldn't he be invincible?
"Play the Dragonbinder." Euron, in his black scale armor, looked at the slave with his cold blue eyes and ordered.
The slave, who had no hair and was covered in tattoos, shuddered at Euron's words. He wanted to retreat, run away and scream, but the training (abuse) he had received from Euron prevented him from any of these things and he walked over to the huge horn.
The horn was 1.83 meters long. It was made of horn that must have belonged to a huge dragon. It had a black sheen and bands of red gold and Valyrian steel along its curved body. When touched, the horn felt as hot as hot coals and extremely smooth.
The surface was shiny and reflective, although the reflection represented is somewhat distorted. The bands of the horn are covered in strange inscriptions, Valyrian glyphs.
Taking a deep breath, the nameless slave put his mouth to the horn and blew heavily. A sound that seemed to come from winter rang out across the battlefield, causing discomfort and fear. When the horn sounded, the glyphs glowed bright red and then white.
Syrax let out a painful roar, it felt like her body was being whipped by countless extremely painful whips. Her senses were confused and for a moment, the dragon no longer knew whether to go up or down.
The slave's fate was even crueler, his body burned from the inside out and the slave's blood was absorbed in an instant by the Dragonbinder. In the end, only a charred mummy remained.
Visenya stroked the dragon's neck and shouted loud and clear. "Lykirī Syrax!!!"
Syrax let out a pained roar and continued flying towards Euron with an extremely aggressive look on his face.
Suddenly, a deep, calm trill sounded in the sky and Syrax showed submission, slowing down.
Caraxes flew over Syrax and Visenya with just one swing of his wings. The dragon's eyes sharpened as they focused entirely on the black and gold horn. A feeling of rage welled up in the flaming heart of the huge red dragon.
Euron was very happy that the Dragonbinder had had an effect on the dragons, but he was completely terrified when he saw the huge monster coming towards him.
"Shit!!!" Euron didn't hesitate to mount his horse and shout to the Men of the Iron Islands. "Shoot the scorpions!!!"
The huge arrows, which looked more like spears, shot into the air in dozens, tore through the air and some, luckily, hit the red dragon. But instead of being happy, Euron showed an incredulous expression, as the Scorpions simply bounced off the dragon's scales and didn't even hurt the huge beast.
Caraxes wasn't hurt, but he felt furious at the audacity of the ants in front of him. The dragon opened its mouth and crimson flames gathered at the end of its throat.
"Didn't Braavos say it worked on dragons?" Euron muttered with a confused and still incredulous expression.
That was Euron Greyjoy's last thought before red flames rained down from the sky, accompanied by a terrifying sound.
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Note: Previously, Euron was supposed to last longer in the book, but after learning about the effect of Dragonbinder, he simply lost the magic for me. I decided to kill him soon and save myself a few pointless chapters with this guy.
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