Game of Thrones: The Road to Pirate King

Chapter 427 Mist, Thunder, Fire, and Blood - Ray Ma

The Iron Islands fleet, like ghosts lurking in the sea fog, launched its attack on Ray Ma without issuing any ultimatum or prior notice. This conquest will begin with a night raid.

The priest of the Drowning God meticulously calculated the tides, wind direction, and the optimal time to attack that night.

On the eve of the fleet's quiet approach to the coastline of Raiden Island, Euron used a magical item from the Pirate King—Dancing Powder.

As these powders, imbued with eerie power, were scattered into the night sky and sea breeze, the laws of heaven and earth seemed to be briefly altered.

A thick, impenetrable fog rose from the sea, like a giant gray-white curtain, perfectly concealing the entire fleet; at the same time, large, cold raindrops began to fall, pounding against the waves and sails.

This man-made fog and rain not only perfectly concealed the fleet's movements and sounds, but also veiled the city, which was still asleep, before dawn.

The garrison on the walls of Ray-Ma huddled under the crenellations, cursing the sudden, awful weather.

The torrential rain blurred their vision, and the icy water soaked through their armor and inner garments, making it unbearable. Most of the defenders scrambled to find shelter from the rain and warm themselves by fires, their vigilance unconsciously slackening in the harsh weather.

At the deepest hour of night, when the rain was at its heaviest, the Iron Islands fleet began its operation as the tide rose!

From the depths of the thick fog and rain, a suppressed sound, like the panting of a sea monster, suddenly rose from the wind, billowing sails.

The massive Iron Islands fleet, with its sails billowing, burst forth from the thick fog like a swarm of ghosts breaking free of their restraints, heading straight for the shore!

A soldier on the watchtower glimpsed through the rain the unnatural, churning, and approaching shadow on the sea.

The soldier's pupils constricted, and he opened his mouth, about to force out the warning roar, "Enemy—"

But before the sound could fully escape his lips, a sharp arrow, piercing the darkness below, struck him squarely between the eyebrows with a mournful whistle. His body stiffened, the subsequent alarm remaining stuck in his throat, and he plummeted straight down the tower.

High in the churning clouds, Thor, an elemental creature created by Euron's Soul-Soul Fruit power, silently merged into the thick cloud layer. He was the embodiment of lightning, and thus became one with this catastrophic rain cloud.

It stirred up the violent energy in the clouds, releasing countless blinding bolts of lightning!

These lightning bolts did not strike randomly, but rather, as if they possessed a life of their own, precisely struck key points of the city walls, defensive towers, and any plazas where troops might gather.

Man-made divine punishment suddenly descended!

As the lightning storm unleashed by Thundercloud Thor raged, an exceptionally thick bolt of lightning, like a divine spear of judgment, struck precisely the city's vital granary area! The dry timber and stored hay were instantly ignited, and a raging fire immediately shot into the sky, spreading wildly amidst the rain.

Another elemental creature created by the Soul-Soul Fruit's power—Flame Apollo—revealed its fiery form amidst the chaotic streets like a fire demon descended to earth. It continuously spewed scorching flames, and fireballs crashed down like meteors onto nearby buildings and the hastily assembled ranks of soldiers.

The fire at the granary, combined with Apollo's deliberate arson, created chaos in the heart of Rema. The defenders' attention was drawn to the flames amidst the heavy rain and thunder, causing them to overlook the shadowy figures outside the city.

Under the cover of raging winds, torrential rain, thunder, and lightning, the fierce Ironborn silently descended onto the shore like phantoms. They were soaked to the bone, but their eyes shone brighter than the lightning.

Facing the towering city walls, they used the sound of rain and thunder as cover, desperately throwing ropes with iron hooks towards the top of the walls. The muffled thud of the hooks locking onto the crenellations was drowned out by the roar of nature.

The Ironmen, like ravenous wolves clinging to the wall, began their rapid ascent along the slippery ropes. Rain washed over their armor, and lightning flashed intermittently, illuminating their silent and ferocious faces, making them appear like a pack of demons crawling out of the abyss of hell.

Euron rode atop the back of the shadowy long-winged dragon "Flying Shadow," like a god hidden in a storm, silently circling amidst the low, churning thunderclouds. His eyes pierced through the rain, calmly surveying the entire battlefield.

He remained still and waited patiently.

Until the first group of Ironborn scaling the walls were finally discovered by the defenders, screams and sirens ripped through the rainy night, and the Iron Islands' offensive could no longer be concealed, completely drawing the defenders' attention—

With a sudden squeeze of his dragon belly, Youlun rode the Flying Shadow, like a giant black arrow tearing through the sky, plunging down from the churning thunderclouds!

The dragon's roar and thunder merged into one at this moment, heralding the arrival of true destruction.

On the broad back of the thousand-year-old dragon Halsien, the three sisters of Lonely Lantern Island, like three goddesses who control calamities, move with precision and coordination, continuously throwing jars of wildfire filled with emerald liquid at key points in the city walls and streets below.

Violent explosions rose and fell, mingling with thunder, creating a deafening roar.

The bursting emerald flames ignored the torrential rain, continuing to burn fiercely in the water, even spreading with the current, turning the walls and streets of Rey Ma into an unquenchable inferno.

The shadowy long-winged dragon "Flying Shadow" let out a series of deep roars that pierced through the rain, a sound mixed with wildness and violence. Its huge wings swept over the city walls, and its sharp claws, like the scythe of death, precisely and cruelly seized the panicked city guards one by one.

The soldiers struggled in vain as they were lifted off the ground.

The flying shadow ascended into the air, then mercilessly released its claws. The figures, like puppets with broken strings, plummeted from a dizzying height, eventually crashing into the city walls or the stone slabs of the ground, turning into a pool of indistinct flesh.

This cruel method of execution is more capable of breaking the will of onlookers than any sword or blade.

Euron, like a black lightning bolt tearing through the rain, led the Ironborn who kept pouring down from the city walls, carving a bloody path through the enemy ranks, hacking his way down from the city walls to the city gates, and finally storming to the heavy inner city gates.

Just as the Iron People were preparing to open the city gates, heavy footsteps, like the beating of war drums, came from ahead.

The legal husband, Cicero Arnold, like a maddened war beast, personally led his "Iron Guard" army, composed entirely of giants from the Isle of Thunder, charging straight at them. Every step he took seemed to shake the ground.

The two met suddenly on a battlefield littered with corpses.

There were no superfluous words, not even a single pointless argument.

Only their eyes met in the rain, sparking a near-tangible flame.

The next second, as if pulled by the same string, the two roared in unison from deep within their throats: "Kill!"

This roar drowned out the sound of rain and the clamor of the battlefield, ushering in a bloody prelude to the duel.