Chapter 67:
King's Landing, Rhaenys's Dragonpit (Magitech Academy).
Beneath the vast dome, electric arcs flashed and steam billowed.
Dozens of newly mass-produced magitech hydraulic forging hammers operated at full power, producing deafening roars.
This place was no longer a ruin — it had become an arsenal filled with violent aesthetic beauty.
In the center of the field, Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion were feeding.
Thanks to the "high-magic environment" Victor had brought (the Heart of the Titan, the red comet, and Daenerys's pregnancy), their growth rate was terrifying. In just a few months, Drogon's wingspan had already exceeded ten meters, his body the size of a full-grown war elephant.
But today, they were unusually restless.
Because a group of madmen in white coats (Marwyn and Qyburn) were directing workers to try to put something on them.
"Gently! That's the base of the wings — the nerves are very sensitive!"
Daenerys Targaryen, her belly slightly rounded (though only a few days pregnant, carrying a mythical-grade being caused her to show quickly), stood on a high platform directing the work.
Although she had been strictly forbidden by Victor from going north to fight, she was determined to send the best dowry possible.
[Project Code: Behemoth Dragon Armor Program]
[Materials: Mass-Produced Valyrian Steel, Insulated Rubber Lining, Floating Stone Coating.]
"My lady, this is the final chest plate."
Qyburn rubbed his hands excitedly, gazing at the masterpiece before him.
It was no longer a simple saddle or harness.
This was a full-coverage heavy exoskeleton armor.
The black Valyrian steel plates perfectly followed the dragon's muscular lines. The joints used precise scale-like interlocking designs that provided excellent defense without restricting movement.
The most ferocious feature: on the leading edge of the dragon's wings were two rows of sharp titanium-steel armor-piercing blades. On the dragon's faceplate was a one-meter-long obsidian ramming horn.
"Put it on."
Daenerys walked up to Drogon and stroked his massive snout.
"Drogon, your father is in trouble in the North."
"Go help him."
"Wear this steel and tell those dead things who the true master of the sky is."
Drogon let out a low growl and exhaled a wave of heat.
He seemed to understand the word "father" (Victor's fire element affinity had made the dragon accept him as master). He obediently lowered his head, allowing the massive mechanical arms to lock the heavy faceplate onto him.
Clack— Vroooom!
As the final buckle locked into place, the magic circuits inside the armor activated.
The originally black armor instantly lit up with glowing red runes.
At that moment, he was no longer a mere beast.
He was an aerial heavy tank — a steel reaper with wings.
"Go, my children."
Daenerys waved her hand.
Roar————!!!
The three heavily armored dragons roared simultaneously.
They spread their blade-covered wings. Their powerful hind legs pushed off the ground.
Boom!
A violent gust of wind erupted.
Three black steel meteors burst through the dome of the Dragonpit and shot straight into the sky, racing toward the distant North at full speed.
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Two days later. The North, the Wall.
The blizzard was even fiercer than before.
Victor stood atop the seven-hundred-foot ice wall, peering through binoculars at the Haunted Forest to the north.
Beside him, Sansa was wrapped in thick furs, her expression grave.
"They've stopped advancing."
Sansa pointed at the dense black mass in the distant forest.
Thousands upon thousands of crystallized Others had gathered there, but instead of continuing their assault, they seemed to be waiting for a royal inspection.
"They're waiting for it."
Victor lowered his binoculars.
The system alert had been ringing in his mind for a full hour.
[Warning! Extremely high-energy reaction approaching!]
[Distance: 10 kilometers.]
[Altitude: 2000 meters (diving posture).]
"It's here."
Victor drew the Persuader of Truth from his waist, though he knew the gun would be useless against a creature of that scale.
Suddenly, the clouds in the sky were torn apart.
An extreme cold breath, even sharper than the winter wind, descended from above!
Whoooosh——————!!!
A blue-white beam of light slammed into the open ground north of the Wall.
The ground froze instantly. Several hundred-foot-tall sentinel trees were frozen solid, then shattered into powder.
Immediately after, a gigantic shadow blotted out the sun.
An ice dragon.
It was twice the size of Drogon. Its body was not flesh and blood but composed of semi-transparent solid ice, glowing with a cold blue light in the dim sky. Its eyes were two burning balls of blue ghostfire.
It had no scales — its entire body was an impenetrable suit of ice armor.
Roar—!!!
The ice dragon let out a piercing screech — the sound of glaciers cracking.
With its roar, the army of wights on the ground went into a frenzy and launched a full-scale assault.
"So this is… the legendary monster."
The Hound stood below the wall, looking up at the colossal beast. Even his shotgun felt unsteady in his hands.
"Damn it, how do we fight this thing? Roast it with fire?"
"Ordinary fire won't work."
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