Chapter 37
The scorched Land of Always Winter, where scorching heat waves intertwined with freezing winds, producing a teeth-grinding screech.
The Night King stood at the edge of a massive crater.
His once-invincible ice crystal armor was now covered in cracks. Half of his body had been burned black by high temperatures, the blue skin curling and peeling. Yet he did not fall.
Instead, the blue light in his eyes was brighter than ever — the madness of a beast on the brink of desperation.
Crack.
The Night King slowly raised his hand and grasped a spear formed from pure condensed ice out of thin air.
He did not flee even though his army had been destroyed. He was the embodiment of death. Death never retreats.
"He's going all out."
Jon Snow gripped Longclaw tightly and charged out from behind Victor. "For the Night's Watch! For the North!"
Jon led the charge, his Valyrian steel sword drawing a silver arc straight toward the Night King's throat.
At the same time, a furious roar came from the sky.
"Dracarys!"
Daenerys rode on Drogon's back. Although she dared not get too close (fearing that lethal spear), Drogon still unleashed a stream of dragonflame for cover.
Clang!
A deafening clash rang out.
The Night King casually swung his arm, and that ice spear actually blocked Longclaw head-on. The massive recoil force split open Jon's palms, sending him flying backward and slamming hard into the scorched ground.
Immediately after, the Night King ignored Drogon's dragonflame (surrounded by an absolute zero magical shield) and hurled the ice spear with terrifying force!
Whoosh!
The spear shot like lightning, aimed straight at Drogon in the air!
Drogon dodged dangerously by rolling sideways. The ice spear grazed the root of its wing, tearing off a large chunk of dragon scale and drawing blood.
Drogon let out a pained cry, lost balance, and was forced to make an emergency landing in the distance. Daenerys tumbled off its back, covered in dust and dirt.
The entire battlefield fell silent.
In a single exchange, the King in the North was sent flying, and the Mother of Dragons was forced to land.
The Night King ignored the two of them.
He turned his head and stared fixedly at Victor Pompey standing not far away.
The man who had destroyed his thousand-year foundation.
The man who carried an "otherworldly" aura that disgusted him.
Victor did not move.
He watched the Night King approaching step by step, then casually took off his bearskin cloak and threw it to the ground.
Then, he slowly unbuttoned his cuffs, revealing the strange metal device strapped to his wrist.
"Jon relies on swordsmanship. Daenerys relies on dragons."
Victor rolled his neck, producing a series of crisp cracks.
"And I rely on truth."
The Night King did not understand what he was saying. He did not want to understand.
He condensed another ice sword and charged toward Victor like a ghost! His speed was so fast it left afterimages in the air!
"Victor! Run!" Sansa screamed from afar.
Victor did not run.
In his pupils, the Night King's movements were being frantically analyzed by the system.
[Enemy speed: Extremely fast.]
[Predicted trajectory: Downward slash from the left shoulder.]
[Countermeasure: Activate "Thunder God" Overload Mode.]
Just as the Night King's ice sword was about to split Victor in two —
The greatsword King's Landing (the reforged Ice) in Victor's hand suddenly erupted with dazzling blue-white electric arcs!
Zzzzt——!!!
Victor did not simply block. He pressed a red button on the sword hilt.
[System Modification: High-Voltage Capacitor Discharge Device.]
The blade instantly became electrified. Tens of thousands of volts of current exploded!
Clang!
The two swords clashed.
There was no sound of metal colliding — instead, there was a thunderclap!
Although the Night King's ice sword was incredibly hard, under the ultra-high voltage current, it instantly filled with cracks and then shattered!
For the first time, the Night King's frozen face showed shock.
The powerful current conducted through the ice sword into his body. Although it didn't kill him outright, it caused a brief paralysis in his already stiff undead body.
0.5 seconds of stiffness.
For a master, that was life and death.
"Physics Lesson One: Ice conducts electricity, idiot."
Victor sneered, seized the opportunity, and closed the distance!
He did not swing his sword to slash (the Night King's defense was too high).
He raised his left hand and pressed the metal device on his wrist firmly against the Night King's chest — right at the location of his obsidian heart.
[System Weapon: Pneumatic Dragonglass Pile Driver (commonly known as: Pile Bunker).]
[Ammunition: Special Concentrated Dragonglass Spike.]
[Power: Micro gunpowder gas propulsion.]
The Night King seemed to sense the lethal threat. The blue light in his eyes flashed wildly as he tried to break free from the paralysis. His withered ice hand reached for Victor's throat!
"Too late."
Victor looked into those emotionless blue eyes, the corner of his mouth curling into a cruel smile.
"Remember this sound."
"This is the roar of the Industrial Revolution."
THUD——!!!
A muffled bang.
The gunpowder inside the wrist device detonated.
The massive kinetic energy propelled the twenty-centimeter-long, alchemically purified dragonglass spike at nearly bullet speed, instantly piercing the Night King's iron-hard chest!
It drove straight into his frozen heart!
Crack…
Time seemed to freeze in that moment.
The Night King's hand reaching for Victor's throat stopped in mid-air, only one centimeter away from his skin.
The Night King looked down at the large hole in his chest.
That dragonglass spike was releasing scorching heat, dissolving the extreme cold magic within his body.
He raised his head and looked at Victor one last time.
There was no anger, no unwillingness in his eyes — only a kind of… relief.
It was the release of a curse he had carried for thousands of years, finally ending.
Whoosh…
Like a collapsing iceberg.
The Night King's body began to show countless cracks. Blue light surged out from the fissures, shooting into the sky.
He disintegrated into countless ice shards and vanished.
Victor pulled the dragonglass pile driver out of the frozen ground, breathing heavily.
The system notification sounded in his mind, but this was not the end of the horn — it was the war drum of a new journey:
[Ding! Epic Quest Completed: Shatter the Long Night!]
[Reward Acquired: Fragment of the Frost God's Divinity (Incomplete) x1.]
[System Version Update: From [Personal Survival Mode] to [Empire Domination Mode]!]
[Warning: Due to the dissipation of the Long Night's power, the magical balance of Westeros has been broken. Ancient beings sleeping in the seabed, underground, and in the Shadow Lands of the East are awakening…]
Victor narrowed his eyes, looking at the dark clouds in the distance that had not completely dissipated.
Was it over?
No.
In this cruel world, eliminating one enemy only attracted more greedy eyes.
He turned around and looked behind him.
Daenerys landed on the injured Drogon, her eyes filled with the joy of victory but also wariness toward the "god-slaying weapon" in Victor's hand.
Sansa arrived with the Northern army. She looked at Daenerys with vigilance and rejection.
The Others were dead.
The allies who had reluctantly united for survival now had their own calculations running loudly in their minds.
The real "game of thrones" had only just begun.
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