Chapter 68:
Victor stared at the ice dragon's crystalline body.
"We need something harder to smash it."
Just as everyone was paralyzed by the ice dragon's overwhelming presence,
Another sound came from the southern sky.
It was the metallic clang of armor and… an even more ferocious dragon roar!
Ang————!!!
Three black lightning bolts tore through the blizzard.
Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion.
Clad in [Valyrian Magitech Heavy Armor], they entered the battlefield like a precision aerial knight squadron, flying at high speed!
"It's the dragons! The queen's dragons!"
The men of the Night's Watch burst into cheers.
But the next scene left them speechless.
Drogon did not breathe fire.
Facing an opponent twice his size, he chose the most "knightly" approach — a direct charge.
Using the gravitational acceleration of his dive, Drogon tucked in his wings and concentrated all his power into the Valyrian steel and obsidian ramming horn on his head.
He shot forward like a black armor-piercing projectile, slamming violently into the ice dragon's underbelly!
CRAAAAAANG—!!!
The impact sounded like two iron mountains colliding.
The ice dragon's proud ice armor, under the dual suppression of Valyrian steel and obsidian, actually caved in with a massive dent!
Huge chunks of ice shards exploded outward.
"Roar!"
The ice dragon roared in pain and swung its massive ice wings, trying to swat the "little insect" away.
But Rhaegal and Viserion flanked it from both sides.
They didn't use their teeth (afraid of breaking them). Instead, they spread their wings.
The two rows of sharp titanium-steel armor-piercing blades on the leading edges of their wings drew two cold glints through the air.
Zzzzt—!
Like a hot knife through butter.
The blades sliced across the ice dragon's wings, carving off a large chunk of ice crystal.
"Well done!"
Victor watched the aerial battle, his blood boiling.
This was the air force he wanted.
No longer wild beasts that only breathed fire, but tactically coordinated, well-equipped aerial armored divisions.
"Ground forces!"
Victor grabbed the radio and ordered the Steel Knights Order below the wall.
"The big brothers in the sky have already engaged."
"Don't embarrass me, you ground-pounders!"
"All units — engines warm!"
Vroom-vroom-vroom-vroom—
The gates swung open.
With the Hound leading the charge, fifty half-track motorcycles belched black smoke as they burst out of the Wall.
Facing the tidal wave of crystallized Others, the Hound lowered his visor.
"For the Wolf King still in the belly!"
"Ram them to pieces!!!"
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
The steel torrent slammed into the sea of corpses.
The roar of chainsaw swords mixed with the sound of shattering Others.
In the sky, iron-winged dragons battled.
On the ground, mechanized knights charged.
On this god-forgotten frozen wasteland, the allied forces of industry and magic were composing a war song called "Conquest."
Victor stood on the battlements, watching the scene, and gently stroked Sansa's belly.
On the system panel, the progress bar for the [Winter Wolf King] embryo was rising rapidly with every enemy that fell.
"Do you see it, child?"
Victor said softly.
"This is the kingdom that will be yours."
"Forged with steel, watered with dragon blood."
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