The Continent of Essos, Myr
"Roar! Roar! Roar..."
Deafening roars erupted from the mouth of the dragon Vermithor, controlled by Jon. Its terrifying dragon roar echoed across the battlefield like the bells of doom.
"Aaaah..."
Aegon Blackfyre, who had already fallen to the ground, was like a violated young girl. His screams were filled with fear and despair, and his eyes revealed a deep dread of death.
Just a minute ago, he had been riding his ornately decorated warhorse, high-spirited, as if the whole world were in his hands.
However, now he had completely lost the nobility and pride he had at the beginning, along with the royal majesty he thought he possessed.
After seeing Vermithor's blood-red maw, Aegon Blackfyre didn't dare move an inch. He didn't doubt for a second that the dragon before him could swallow him whole.
His mind went blank, all thought replaced by terror. He didn't know how to respond or how to escape.
"Quick... go rescue your king..."
Just then, Harry Strickland's voice suddenly rang out across the battlefield. His face was pale, and his eyes were full of fear.
At this moment, he didn't know where he found the courage to still shout loudly, calling for help from the Golden Company soldiers.
"Boom..."
Unfortunately, with the sound of Dragonfire igniting, Jon controlled Vermithor to spray a terrifying blast of Dragonfire. That fearsome flame, like hellfire, instantly turned everything around Harry Strickland to ash.
"Aaaah..."
Harry Strickland's screams rang out again, filled with helplessness and terror in the face of the Dragonfire.
Immediately after, the commander who had just inherited the Golden Company was enveloped by Dragonfire. Under the intensely high temperature, his body vanished instantly, leaving not a single trace behind.
Jon's Dragonfire didn't just burn the loudmouthed Harry Strickland to death; the Golden Company soldiers behind him were also wiped out by the flames.
Jon's unexpected appearance was like a sudden storm. Under his control, Vermithor swept across the entire battlefield in an instant.
The Golden Company soldiers' originally tight offensive stance and calm mindset were completely broken at this moment, and some even lost all sense of what to do.
Some among them, though they still harbored a desire to fight, were hesitant before the dragon Jon had become.
Others tried to unite to fight this powerful enemy together and attempted to surround Jon.
As these soldiers emerged, more and more Golden Company soldiers appeared around Jon.
"Charge!"
Someone shouted to bolster their courage, trying to boost morale.
"It's a dragon!"
Someone screamed in terror, their voice filled with fear of the unknown.
"I... I'm scared..."
Someone trembled, unable to hide their inner fear.
Under Jon's massive and majestic dragon form, even the famous Golden Company mercenaries of Essos couldn't help but feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.
The bravery and confidence they once took pride in seemed insignificant at this moment.
Yet, even in such panic and chaos, there were still some self-important warriors who, after a brief hesitation, mustered all their courage to charge at Jon.
"Kill!"
They brandished their weapons and shouted at the top of their lungs, trying to prove their courage with this final struggle.
But Jon quickly noticed these fellows. After transforming into a dragon, his senses seemed to have sharpened significantly; he had long been alert to these fragile little creatures around him.
"Aaaah..."
A Golden Company soldier was just about to attack when Jon, controlling Vermithor, bit down on him. Amidst his terrified screams, his voice was abruptly cut short.
"Crunch..."
With a crisp sound, Jon unhesitatingly bit off the head of the guy charging at him, the soldier's upper body swallowed in a single bite.
Blood and intestines immediately flowed from Vermithor's mouth. The soldier's dying screams and gruesome fate made the approaching Golden Company soldiers all take several steps back.
"Roar..."
After tossing away the soldier's mangled corpse, Jon controlled Vermithor to let out a deafening dragon roar. This roar tore through the area like thunder, echoing in every soldier's ears.
"Thud..."
Following that was a dull impact. As Vermithor's massive tail swung and its two wing-claws landed, a small whirlwind was instantly kicked up on the ground around Aegon Blackfyre.
When Jon's gaze swept over these brave but foolish Golden Company soldiers, he found that these fellows still showed no sign of wanting to retreat.
So, he unhesitatingly controlled Vermithor to launch a fierce attack on this group of death-seeking enemies.
Vermithor's body was immense, and every move it made carried destructive power.
To these Golden Company soldiers, they were like helpless chicks targeted by an eagle, completely unable to escape Vermithor's grasp.
"Ah!"
A soldier's scream was cut short as his life was extinguished under Vermithor's wing-claw. The wing-claw, as large as his entire body, was like a Buddha's Palm descending from the heavens, crushing the soldier, armor and all, into the ground.
"Thud... Crunch..."
Just as everyone was shocked by this bloody and cruel scene, another soldier was swept by Vermithor's dragon tail.
Then, the soldier's body flew out like a cannonball. After tracing an arc through the air, he slammed heavily onto the ground and never moved again.
"I'll kill you... Ah..."
Anger and despair intertwined as a soldier brandished a spear, trying to harm Vermithor.
However, his bravery was but a futile struggle, for under Jon's control, Vermithor easily devoured him along with his weapon, as if he had never existed.
"Ready!"
"Fire!"
Under an officer's command, a small squad of emboldened Golden Company soldiers launched an attack toward Vermithor. They used specialized crossbows, and with the release of the bolts, a dense rain of arrows flew directly at Jon's back.
Taking this opportunity, a few daring soldiers rushed to Aegon Blackfyre's side. However, just as these soldiers were about to rescue him...
"Boom..."
"Aaaah..."
"Help..."
A scorching pillar of fire shot past Aegon Blackfyre's head. This brush with death instantly shattered the courage he had managed to gather.
As the Dragonfire vanished, Aegon Blackfyre smelled a charred scent like roasted meat. Upon smelling it, an indescribable wave of nausea welled up in his chest.
"Blegh..."
After the Dragonfire disappeared, this once noble heir to the Iron Throne vomited. His originally magnificent armor had become a burden on his body, making it impossible to maintain his dignified and noble image.
By the time Aegon Blackfyre recovered, the soldiers who had gathered around him had been cleared away by Jon controlling Vermithor.
"Wooo..."
Just then, the East Gate of Myr was opened, and squads of fully armed soldiers marched out in formation.
Omar Panama had always been clear about Jon's identity and abilities, so after seeing Jon wreaking havoc within the Golden Company, they quickly seized the opportunity and assembled a force of about 5,000 men as quickly as possible.
Under the continuous advance of the infantry phalanx, these soldiers soon cleared a path, and as the road opened, a cavalry unit soon emerged from within.
"For Lord Aegon! For the True Dragon!"
"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!"
With a shout from the commander, the cavalry let out a roar of excitement.
Then, these Myr soldiers who had endured for so long charged at the Golden Company soldiers outside the city.
The Golden Company soldiers, having faced Jon's attack, saw their formation and command system devastated. Under these circumstances, they were completely unable to organize any effective resistance.
After the cavalry broke the formation, the following infantry phalanx caught up, surrounding and annihilating the now completely chaotic Golden Company soldiers.
At first, it was only a small number of soldiers fleeing, but as the battle became clearer, the hopeless Golden Company soldiers either surrendered or fled directly to the rear.
"Cough, cough, cough... I... have I failed?"
Seeing the Golden Company soldiers collapsing like a mountain, Aegon Blackfyre fell into complete confusion. It was as if he had suddenly gained everything, only to suddenly lose it all again.
He was like a puppet played with at will, with a script written for him long ago. Thus, when facing various unexpected situations, this man favored by many to be the Lord of the Iron Throne failed utterly.
"From the day you dared to challenge the True Dragon, you were destined to fail!"
Seeing the naked man before him, Aegon Blackfyre's mouth hung wide open. In the time he had been dazed, Jon had already released his transformation and appeared before him completely exposed.
"Who... who are you?"
"My name is Aegon Targaryen, my father is Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, and my mother is Lyanna Stark!"
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