Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

bang——

The next second, Brandon Stark's body shattered into pieces with a crisp crack, turning into shards of ice scattered all over the ground.

Viserys, holding the twilight in his left hand, remained standing in the same spot, maintaining the same posture.

"Cough cough..."

Then, only after the Night King turned into shattered ice on the ground did he clutch his chest and cough violently twice. He slowly lowered his arm to put down his sword, but he couldn't hold it. The longsword clattered to the ground, and he lost his balance. His knees buckled, and he knelt down on one knee.

Viserys is actually not in good condition at this moment.

The power of the black stone surged into his body, disrupting the balance of power within him. Viserys's main power previously came from the black mist, but he later ignited his divine fire.

The black mist and divine fire can coexist harmoniously. The black mist is associated with the Valyrian ruins and is suspected to be a magic that only high-ranking Valyrian nobles can master. The appearance of dragons, the birth of dragon-riding families, the mysterious underground world, and so on are all related to the black mist.

The power of the Black Stone originates from beyond the heavens, and it can also coexist with the divine fire within Viserys.

The divine fire is a very special power; it originates from Viserys himself, not from any external force, and it also possesses great inclusiveness.

However, the power of the black stone and the power of the black mist clashed fiercely within Viserys's body, because the two were two completely opposite forces, one ice and one fire, and therefore could not coexist.

They carved out a battlefield within Viserys's body, clashing fiercely against each other, which is why Viserys's long silver-gold hair turned snow-white in an instant, and icy flames began to flicker in his pale purple eyes.

Viserys is struggling to control the two forces within him, trying to achieve some kind of balance between them.

In this process, the divine fire played a crucial role.

Because both the power of the black stone from outer space and the power of the black mist from underground can be well integrated with the divine fire.

However, Viserys ultimately failed. He did not use his divine fire to balance the two forces, and the reason was simple: Viserys' divine fire was too weak to balance the two enormous forces.

However, although Viserys was not in good condition at the moment, with the cold power invading his body and fighting against the power of the black mist, he could still barely hold on.

"Whoo~"

"Whoo~"

After all, the long night was not yet over. Viserys knelt on one knee, bathed in the morning light, his silver armor reflecting the brilliant sunlight as it was stained with snow. He then took a few deep breaths and looked up at the dark sky in the distance.

At this moment, the ice dragon that the Night King was riding also collapsed with the death of its master, turning into a corpse.

"Ho-"

Meanwhile, Bellerion, who had been wounded once again in the fierce battle, stood outside the Ice Altar, looking at Viserys with concern, and let out a low growl.

Unfortunately, Viserys couldn't hear it; his mind was in chaos, but he had only one unwavering thought.

click -

Then, the young man, dressed in silver armor and with long, snow-white hair, supported himself with one hand on the increasingly hot hilt of the sword and shakily stood up again.

He staggered to the core of the Ice Altar, looking at the black stone now burning with icy flames, the instigator of this world's disaster, the true Stone of Calamity.

Why does such a thing exist in the world?

Viserys stared intently at the black stone, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but think this in his mind.

Its existence has no positive impact on this world; on the contrary, it is the source of all calamities. It fell from outer space onto this planet. Although it seems to have done nothing, it also seems to have done everything.

This thing gave Viserys the feeling of a kind of 'biological invasion'.

For example, a plant or animal that originates from another part of the world is suddenly brought to an unfamiliar natural environment.

In a completely new and unfamiliar environment, it may have no natural enemies. It can grow unchecked, plundering the living space of other native organisms until all of them become extinct.

But in reality, the invasive species didn't do anything wrong. They were just living their lives in their normal way. Their biggest mistake was that they shouldn't have been there in the first place.

In reality, Blackrock shouldn't exist in this world, nor should Viserys. They are extraterrestrials, not belonging here. They have no natural enemies and have disrupted the normal course of this world.

Viserys then raised the red sword of heroes high in his hand, and then paused in mid-air.

He could bring the long night to an end with a single sword strike, but he could also inherit the power of the Black Stone, become the next Night King, command millions of deadly legions, and use the long night to make the whole world submit to his feet.

Power, strength, immortality...becoming a god.

Words flashed rapidly through his mind, and Viserys felt his breathing become slightly heavy.

He admitted that he wavered for a second, but then the twilight in his hand slashed down violently.

"Let's end it."

clang--

The hero's red sword struck the black stone, and the stone, which was impervious to the hardest substance in the world, was instantly split apart, as easily as cutting through a block of tofu.

Viserys had never imagined it would be so smooth. The core of the black stone was also black, and after the red sword cut through it, a little bit of oil flowed out from the cut.

And that was the end of it. His sword did not cut through the black stone completely, but instead remained permanently embedded in the ice altar, creating a delicate balance between the twilight, the black stone, and the ice altar.

However, at that moment, Viserys' sword struck down, and the sky above him quickly darkened.

Meanwhile, in the distance, the sky, which had just been shrouded in the long night, suddenly cleared away as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun. The darkness receded rapidly, and light slowly began to emerge!

Chapter 895 The End of the Long Night

The entire world seemed to be undergoing dramatic changes simultaneously after Viserys swung his sword at the Blackrock.

Aside from Westeros, people all over the world were stunned by the sudden changes.

"what happened?"

"what happened?"

They all went out of their homes and looked up at the sky, and then they discovered that the darkness was indeed receding, and the light they had been hoping for for a year and a half seemed to be gradually appearing.

"what is this?"

"Has the long night... come to an end?"

When people saw the long-lost and familiar sunlight, they were initially hesitant to believe it, thinking they were seeing things, and then they asked the people around them for confirmation.

Only after they received affirmative answers from each other did they excitedly shout loudly, even hugging and kissing each other, and crying tears of joy.

"By the gods!"

The whole world, regardless of age or gender, was engulfed in revelry, yet even this revelry was insufficient to express the excitement in their hearts.

This past year and a half has been a nightmare that no one in the world wants to remember and that they can't shake off.

In this nightmare, they suffered from hunger, shivered in the biting cold wind, and despair grew in the endless darkness. Everyone had relatives and friends who left this world first, while the survivors also faced pain and the condemnation of their conscience.

"If the Seven Gods really exist... then most of those who survived this disaster should go to the seven levels of hell."

"Junlin," a white-haired, ragged cultivator gazed at the sky as it parted the clouds and gradually revealed the sun. His body trembled slightly. He was also very excited, and then he spoke in a hoarse voice.

His words silenced many of the devout disciples around him, for they knew what the old monk meant.

But then the old cultivator with gray hair shook his head and spoke.

"But unfortunately, the Seven Gods do not exist, or the Seven Gods have long since died."

"Otherwise, why would He ignore the existence of the Long Night?"

"We are the ones who struggle to survive, and we are the ones who conquer the darkness."

After saying this, the old cultivator tore off the seven-pointed star emblem from his gray robe, threw away his cane, and then strode away.

His disciples exchanged bewildered glances upon hearing their master's disrespectful words, but then suddenly realized that his words made a lot of sense. However, they dared not tear off the seven-pointed star symbol with their hands on it, fearing that they would be punished. In the end, they remained silent.

"Are we truly the ones who will defeat the long night?"

However, they couldn't help but think about it, even finding it somewhat unbelievable, and then turned to look at the Red Keep on Aegon Hill in the distance, where there was still blood on the steps that hadn't been wiped clean.

Yesterday, some starving citizens of King's Landing attempted to storm the Red Keep, but they ultimately failed. This is not the first time such an incident has occurred, but it has been happening more and more frequently lately.

The Long Night destroyed the social order that humanity had spent thousands of years building, returning in an instant to the most primitive law of the jungle. However, a strong ruler still firmly maintained the stability of the country.

The existence of a state is the greatest protection for the weak and ensures fairness as much as possible. Otherwise, the world outside of the monarchy would revert to the primitive law of the jungle, where the strong would become stronger and the weak would not even have a chance to survive, and might even be eaten alive as dinner.

After all, for those who have no food, their own cowardly fellow human beings are the best food.

The Seven Gods should send such a person to the seventh level of hell.

...

And in the Red Keep, such news was heard.

Wearing the crown left by her husband, Arianne sat on the cold iron throne, closed her eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and felt a slight tremor throughout her body.

There was fear in that trembling, but also joy.

"Great."

"It's finally over—"

Arianne faced an extremely dangerous moment during yesterday's riot.

Several assassins secretly infiltrated the Red Keep. Just as the mob outside was attempting to storm the Red Keep and a battle broke out between them and the Unsullied Legion, the assassins suddenly pounced out to try and kill her.

This is not a mob wanting to get enough to eat; it is a naked political struggle. Someone knows that most of the dragons of the Empire have left King's Landing, and is therefore trying to stir up trouble.

Fortunately, the Empress Regent's Imperial Guards stepped forward at this crucial moment.

Mia blocked the assassins, allowing Ariane to retreat into the room first. She then stood guard at the door and killed the three assassins outside.

Although she was ultimately unharmed, Arianne was still somewhat shaken by the experience.

She felt that if the long night continued, even the situation in King's Landing would no longer be so stable, after all, people's desires were a powder keg.

She immediately summoned the Unsullied Guard's commander, Blackbeard, the Lord Commander of the King's Landing Garrison, Brynden Tully the Blackfish, the Hand of the King, Velas Tyrell, and his advisor Tyrion Lannister the Imp, to the throne room to discuss their next move.

But just then, news came in from outside that the long night had ended, and everyone present looked at each other in disbelief.

...

Meanwhile, on the distant eastern continent, in Kohor's main battlefield.

Since Viserys and the Night King both disappeared, humanity, with the help of four dragons, has barely managed to hold onto the last piece of land in Kohol.

However, the entire city had been reduced to ruins, and even the city walls had disappeared. Kohol was as if it had been wiped off the face of the earth in this great battle, leaving only ruins everywhere.

It was exactly the same scene that Xu Ying, the envoy of the Golden Heavenly Dynasty, saw in the illusion of the Hall of Immortality, but this ending was much better than the illusion he saw.

Humans held out tenaciously, and the White Walkers, unable to break through, slowly retreated. But then an unexpected situation arose.

That is, Lyanna and Benjen captured their eldest nephew alive.