Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

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The raging dragon flames continued unabated, and due to the constant spewing, the temperature of the flames became so high that their color even began to distort slightly.

The flames melted the black marble used to build the Starry Sanctuary, and the flames shattered the colorful glass, pouring in through the magnificent arched windows. Many more people were burned alive before they could escape, their agonizing screams sending chills down the spine.

"Ahhh!"

Inside a tower of the Starry Sanctuary, several monks, unable to bear the agonizing heat of the fire, with flames burning behind them, leaped from a towering structure.

They tried to jump into the river, but unfortunately, they were too short at the crucial moment and fell directly from the sky, slamming heavily onto the riverbank like a sandbag.

Snapped--

He was smashed into several piles of mangled flesh.

Several cultivators, unable to endure the agony of being burned alive, jumped from the tower and died. Immediately afterward, the tower of the Starry Sanctuary began to tilt and then collapsed with a crash.

boom--

The tower collapsed, the ground trembled slightly, and it crashed into the river beside it, creating huge waves that capsized countless boats that were trying to flee the old town in panic.

As the sun sets, night gradually falls.

Rumbling--

The sky above the old town was completely illuminated by firelight, and a giant dragon stretched out its wings and kept spewing dragon flames around the Starry Sanctuary, while this magnificent giant sanctuary was constantly falling apart.

Countless monks and nuns who had managed to escape the Starry Sanctuary watched helplessly as it wailed in the flames, unable to hold back their tears. They knelt in the blood and fire, kowtowing repeatedly, hoping that the Seven Gods would unleash their thunderous wrath and destroy their enemy.

However, all they saw was the melting of the statues of the seven gods. Then, with a deafening roar, the Starry Sanctuary collapsed completely in the dragon flames. The enormous rumble carried far and wide, and billowing dust and shockwaves continued to spread into the distance.

The Starry Sanctuary collapsed completely, and so did the faith in the hearts of these monks and nuns.

Some kowtowed until their heads bled, some roared in despair and jumped into the river, and some cultivators took off their brown robes and threw them away before quietly slipping away.

In the apocalypse, all sorts of human behaviors are revealed.

...

"Viserys has gone mad!"

"Viserys has gone mad!"

"What does this tyrant want to do?!"

The City of Learning is situated on the banks of the Mead River and consists of many islands connected by stone arch bridges between towers and domes. It is the largest complex in the old town.

At this moment, the city was in chaos, with maesters and assistant maesters running around like headless flies, and countless refugees pouring in.

Dr. Theobod, the Grand Steward of the Citadel, was both shocked and furious, pacing anxiously back and forth in the Steward's Chamber.

He hadn't expected the situation outside to be so dire; Viserys' black dragon had actually attacked the Temple of Stars.

What does this mean? Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

Viserys is trying to change the world; he is a true 'destroyer of order'.

"This tyrant... he's gone mad."

Xuecheng Da Zong gritted his teeth, feeling an itch in his gums.

The steward of the Citadel changes every year, and this year Dr. Theobold was chosen by lottery to become the steward of the Citadel, but he never expected that this would be such a hot potato.

In fact, the Citadel had already prepared for war ever since the Hightower family decided to intervene in the civil war among the seven kingdoms.

Because the Citadel is filled with scholars who love studying data and theories, they have deduced the outcome of the civil war and calculated various possibilities.

The Targaryen army won 70% of the time, only 10% of the time the two sides were deadlocked, and the noble alliance would win 20% of the time.

Therefore, the Citadel had long been prepared to deal with it, but it didn't take it too seriously, since no one had ever attacked the Citadel in any war throughout history.

Until recently, the shadow of war finally loomed over Oldtown. Dr. Theobold, the Citadel's steward, symbolically dismissed a group of maesters, some of whom hadn't had time to leave yet, while many more expressed their willingness to live and die with the Citadel.

But all of this happened so fast that it caught the Academy City off guard.

The battle to defend the old town began in the morning and it fell by dusk, not even lasting a day.

When the Dothraki army and dragons arrived, the course of the war became even more terrifying.

Chapter 547 On the Tower of Heaven

"Viserys wanted to destroy the old order and establish a completely unified new nation."

"From now on, there will be no more seven kingdoms, no more civil wars, no more true nobles, only one king."

In the Grand Chamber of the Citadel, a white-haired professor spoke with a worried expression.

"Therefore, even after he had the power to easily destroy the seven kingdoms, he still had the patience to rest and recuperate in King's Landing for six months."

"The Targaryen Dragon Aspect is not showing mercy to his enemies, but rather ensuring the overwhelming force of his thunderbolts. All his enemies will be reduced to ashes in this war, leaving no room for hesitation or retreat."

Another doctor in the steward's chamber spoke up.

After the First War of Conquest ended, Viserys remained in King's Landing for six months.

According to the calculations of the maesters and doctors of the Citadel, the Targaryen army could have continued to wage war after conquering King's Landing, devouring the unreclaimed Stormlands, Reach, Westerlands, and Vale.

However, Viserys did not do so, which puzzled the maesters, who even thought that Viserys was truly content to get married and have children in King's Landing.

But now it seems that this was actually a smokescreen; Viserys was accumulating strength for the second conquest war and concealing his ambitions.

Just like throwing a punch, to unleash the maximum power, you need to pull your fist back first.

He needed to settle things decisively rather than drag things out, and he needed to remain patient and bide his time, not revealing any intention to attack the Church and the City of Learning.

Otherwise, he would be under immense pressure, even forced to abandon his plans to target the church and the city of learning.

This is the world's backlash against him.

"This is the Targaryen Dragon Aspect's scheme."

"The old order that destroyed the world, and anything that stands in its way will be ruthlessly destroyed."

"The Church and the Citadel are precisely the opposite of his destruction of the old order," a doctor said desperately.

"He wants to destroy the university?"

"To burn all the books in the world and bury all the scholars alive, in order to achieve his goal of establishing a new world?"

"He did not appear in Old Town. Using barbarians to attack the city and destroy the Starry Sanctuary with lightning speed was the first blow to the Church."

"Then he can shift all the blame onto the barbarians and absolve himself of all responsibility."

Inside the Grand Chamber, the doctors and scholars chattered amongst themselves, their faces filled with despair. They were all intelligent people who seemed to have roughly guessed Viserys's thoughts.

Just then, a commotion arose outside.

"Roar roar roar~"

Countless Dothraki cavalrymen have poured into the City of the Faith.

...

In the heart of the old town, atop a towering pagoda that reaches into the clouds.

Its top was ablaze with an inextinguishable flame, dispelling the darkness after sunset and becoming the last hope for all the old town's inhabitants and soldiers who were trapped in suffering.

The owners of the towering tower, the white-haired old men of the old town, reside at the very top of the tower, a realm that ordinary people can never set foot in.

Then his body jerked violently as if electrocuted, an unhealthy flush rose on his aged face, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

"Whoo~"

"Whoo~"

Then came the heavy breathing. The title of Earl Layton Hightower was so long that it made a certain part of his body feel ashamed. He was the voice of the old town, the master of the harbor, the Earl of the Tower of the Sky, the guardian of the Citadel, and the lighthouse of the South.

The Targaryen army marched straight toward Oldtown. The old man of Oldtown offered to surrender three times but received no response. In anger, he ordered his eldest son to lead the army to repel the enemy's attack. However, he was met with the sight of the Mead River stained with blood and the news of his eldest son, Baelor Hightower's, death.

From the Hightar family to ordinary people, everyone in the old town was filled with fear and unease.

Sir Humphrey Hightower, the tenth child and youngest son of Lord Leighton Hightower, advocated abandoning the old town and moving the entire clan to Rhys to join his sister, Lynise Hightower.

Lynise Hightower was the Earl of Layton's eighth child and his youngest daughter. She was very beautiful, with long golden hair, milky white skin, and very soft hands.

She first married Ser Jorah Mormont of Bear Island, but later, during the Great Migration after the fall of the North, Lynise felt that humans could not defeat the White Walkers, so she left the party and boarded a merchant ship at White Harbor to go to Rhys, never to return.

After arriving in Rhys, she became intoxicated by its extravagant lifestyle and quickly accepted the advances of a Rhysian trade governor named Treig Omeren, climbing into his soft down-filled bed and cuckolding her husband, Sir Jorah Mormont.

Now that Sir Humphrey Hightower's sister has become Governor Reese's most favored concubine, he advocates that the whole family go to seek refuge with Lynise, and Governor Reese should provide the Hightower family with a place to stay.

However, Sir Humphrey's proposal was met with a stern rebuke from his father, the Earl of Leyton, who seemed extremely displeased with his youngest daughter, Lynise.

He initially opposed the marriage, not wanting his daughter to marry far away in the North, but Lynise used some leverage against her father and then married Ser Jorah Mormont against her will.

Then, when Jorah needed him most, he left him and ran off to Reese to become someone else's mistress.

Earl Leighton believed that such a daughter had tarnished the honor of the Hightower family.

He told his remaining nine children and his fourth wife that he would not force anyone to leave, but he would live and die with the Tower of Heaven.

The old man of Oldtown then took his most beloved eldest daughter, 'Madwoman' Morroia Hightower, to the top of the Tower of Babel, declaring that they would study the magical canon together and find a way to defeat the Targaryen army. He never came down again.

However, now, Lord Layton's eldest daughter, Morroia Hightower, was lying naked, her fair skin exposed, panting heavily by the cold stone window.

Although Morroia was very beautiful when she was young, she eventually grew up and became a middle-aged woman, and her figure and curves inevitably changed and sagged.

Mauroia Hightower never married and remained by her father's side, while Count Hightower had not stepped out of the Tower of Heights for decades.

Her mental state fluctuated, as if she had suffered some kind of trauma, and she would utter incoherent words, which is why she was called a 'madwoman'.

Moroya lay naked before the stone window at the top of the tower, gazing down at the war-torn old town.

The soldiers of the Hightar family fought desperately, flames burned everywhere in the city, and thick smoke billowed into the sky. Then, a woman in her late thirties, almost forty, clapped her hands excitedly like a child, and even her face turned red.

"So beautiful!"

"Father!"

"Did you prepare these fireworks for me?"

Moroya turned her head and looked excitedly at her father.

Meanwhile, the obese, gray-haired old man from the old town was also naked, revealing a disgusting body with rough skin covered in age spots. His chest, covered in hair, trembled as he walked.

Count Layton Hightower was huffing and puffing as he put on his trousers and draped his coat over his shoulders, but without buttoning it up, leaving his chest exposed.