Game of Thrones: The Road to Pirate King

Chapter 254 Dancing Powder Thundercloud Thor Flame Apollo

The following morning, the Vale army, like a silver torrent cascading down from the mountains, marched towards Gulltown under Jon Arryn's banner, carrying a chilling killing intent.

The first battle of the uprising thus began.

This was not only the first military clash, but also a matter of morale and prestige for the entire alliance. All leaders knew that this battle had to be won, and won decisively and with overwhelming force, in order to deter all the forces that were still watching from the sidelines.

Even before the Vale army had assembled by land, Euron's fleet had already arrived silently in the misty seas near Seagull Town, like an undercurrent.

The long, narrow silhouettes of the ships cut through the waves, and twenty long, slender, and fierce Ironborn longships were coming straight in. On each ship, fifty seasoned Ironborn warriors with fierce eyes stood ready, their sharp axe blades gleaming coldly in the salty sea breeze—a full thousand war-loving warriors.

This small but extremely elite fleet was led by the infamous "Crackjaw" Dagmore. They did not depart from the Iron Islands, but instead anchored directly from the pirate-infested lair of the distant Steps Isles, heading straight for Seagull Town along the ancient raiding route.

As soon as the royal fleet, flying the three-headed Targaryen banner, sailed out of Blackwater Bay, its movements were captured by unseen eyes and, through the fastest channels, transformed into a secret report, presented to Euron Greyjoy.

Euron stood at the bow of his flagship, a cold, knowing smile slowly curving his lips. Conquering territories on land was important, but only on this unpredictable, unfathomable blue sea could he truly be a king. Only there could the sea allow his unpredictable tactics, his precise control of the wind and tides, and the Ironborn fleet's terrifying destructive power to be fully unleashed.

The conflicts on land were merely interludes; it was the vast ocean that Euron wrote his legends and terrors on.

Euron skillfully concealed his massive fleet among the jagged reefs surrounding Crab Island. The black longships, like lurking sea monsters, silently lay dormant in the shadows of the rugged rocks, blending into the grey waters, patiently awaiting their prey.

When the lookout signaled, confirming the triumphant banners of the King's Landing fleet on the distant horizon, Euron's lips curled into a cold smile. He raised his hand slightly, signaling preparations for naval battle.

Euron took out a packet of green powder from the One Piece system space and threw it into the sky.

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In an instant, a bizarre and drastic change occurred in the sea area centered on the Iron Fleet!

The thick, impenetrable white fog appeared out of thin air as if it were a physical entity, quickly spreading out and swallowing all light and vision;

Immediately afterwards, a fierce wind howled up without warning, whipping up towering waves; then a torrential downpour followed, as if the sky had shattered.

In mere moments, this once relatively calm sea transformed into a terrifying labyrinth of howling winds, thick fog, and raging storm waves. Euron's fleet was the sole, deadly hunter within this labyrinth.

Euron stood at the bow of the flagship, slowly raising his hand. A ghostly light gathered above his palm, as if drawing souls from nothingness—the terrifying power granted by the Soul-Soul Fruit to manipulate souls and creation.

A chaotic mass of energy surged and took shape in his palm. It was no ordinary cloud, but a dark substance that roared and twisted incessantly, its interior interwoven with raging purple lightning, as if imprisoning countless tormented souls and the essence of thunder. It emitted an ominous groan, and was the terrifying creation he had sculpted with his soul power—the thundercloud "Thor".

He spread his fingers slightly and gently lifted them upwards. The dark thundercloud, as if it had come to life, roared and soared into the sky, plunging into the low-hanging clouds above.

In an instant, the world lost its color!

The thundercloud "Thor" was like the deadliest poison injected into water, instantly polluting the entire sea of ​​clouds. Endless purple lightning snakes proliferated and thrashed wildly within it, turning the entire sky into a boiling sea of ​​thunder! Deafening thunder roared in, and thick purple lightning bolts, like whips of divine punishment, continuously cleaved through the mist and rain, slamming heavily into the bewildered and helpless King's Fleet, triggering waves of panic and destruction.

Beneath the chaotic barrier created by the power of heaven and earth, Euron Greyjoy coldly swung his arm down.

"Attack!"

At a command, countless Ironclad longships, like black arrows released from a bow, burst forth from the shadows of the reefs and the raging storm fog, launching a deadly charge towards the chaotic enemy.

The sky was torn apart by raging purple lightning, and the deafening thunder was the clarion call of attack. Huge, tentacle-like shadows swept rapidly beneath the surface of the sea as the deep-sea behemoths and sea kings awakened by Euron roared and crashed into the keel of the King's Landing warship.

In this chaotic inferno built by natural disasters and monsters, Euron's Ironborn fleet bared its most ferocious fangs. Countless slender warships, like a bloodthirsty swarm of sharks, tore through the fog and waves, rushing with astonishing speed toward the royal fleet that was already in a state of panic and disarray.

Arrows rained down from the Ironborn longships like locusts, while hurled axes whistled through the chaotic enemy ranks. Even more terrifying, the Ironborn roared their ancient war horns, hurling grappling hooks the moment the ships drew near, swinging nimbly like monkeys onto the enemy decks, their battle axes and scimitars mercilessly slashing at the royal soldiers, clad in magnificent armor but already terrified.

At this moment, the sea became the Ironborn's killing field. Thunder was their war drum, sea monsters were their allies, and destruction was their language. The first direct battle between the Iron Islands and the royal fleet of the Iron Throne erupted in the most brutal and one-sided manner.

Euron's longships cleaved through the waves like ghosts, precisely and swiftly approaching the largest and most ornately decorated flagship of the King's Landing fleet.

Standing atop this flagship is none other than Count Luthris Valerian, the Kingdom's Minister of the Navy and Commander-in-Chief of the Navy, a priceless "big fish".

Just as the two ships were about to collide, Euron Greyjoy moved. Without using any grappling hooks or gangplanks, he pushed off the deck with both feet and performed a ghostly "Moonwalk," his body seemingly defying gravity, drawing an elegant yet deadly arc in the air, easily crossing the dizzying gap between the two ships.

The next instant, as if by some terrible misfortune, he landed silently yet heavily on the deck of the King's Landing, standing right in front of Luthris Valerian and his astonished guards.

Euron landed steadily on the deck of the enemy flagship. Facing the horrified Luthris Valerian and his guards, the playful smile on his lips remained unchanged. He slowly drew the two legendary longswords from his waist—the slender and sharp "Sakura-ju" and the heavy and domineering "Wood-Withered".

In the instant the two sharp blades were drawn, he gently overlapped the blades of the two very different longswords and rubbed them against each other.

The harsh scraping sound of metal seemed to herald the beginning of some dark ritual. With that sound, Euron whispered a name: "Apollo."

A raging inferno leaped from Euron's shoulder, the flames seeming to open a mouth, spewing out golden-red flames that instantly wrapped around the blades of "Sakura-ju" and "Kokuro," the flames dancing wildly and emitting a howling roar.

That was no ordinary fire, but magical fire containing the power of destruction and soul-scorching. It enveloped the blade, radiating suffocating heat and unparalleled pressure.

Euron, wielding two burning swords, was like a fiery war god emerging from purgatory. He looked at his prey with a destructive beauty.

As Euron approached, his twin blades burning with demonic flames, Luthris Valerian took a deep breath of the salty, cold air and slowly drew his sword.

Time had long since turned his temples white and slowed his movements. He had witnessed Euron Greyjoy's unparalleled dominance in the tournament at Harrenhal and knew that he was no match for this "Blade of Justice."

However, his pride and duty as the head of the Valerian family and the Kingdom's Minister of the Navy did not allow him to back down. A resolute glint flashed in his aged eyes, and he let out a hoarse yet firm battle cry, taking the initiative to swing his sword and launch a fierce attack on the figure that seemed to be the embodiment of flames.

Euron watched the veteran charge forward with all his might, knowing he was outmatched. The usual mockery in his eyes lessened, replaced by a flicker of pure respect for the warrior. He refrained from taunting him or rushing to end the fight, instead responding to each attack with precise and ruthless blade strikes.

The burning "Sakura Ten" and "Wood Wither" drew deadly arcs of fire in the air, colliding with Luslis's blade to create brilliant but brief sparks. After only a few exchanges, a blazing cold light descended with unstoppable force.

The old naval commander's head was severed from his body, but his body remained in a fighting stance before collapsing heavily onto the blood-soaked deck. Euron flicked the hot blood from his blade, the demonic fire gradually subsiding, and he gave this worthy adversary a clean and swift end.