Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Therefore, the power of ice comes from the heavens, while the power of fire comes from the earth. Both are essential elements that make up this world and neither can be missing. Even if the Black Stone is destroyed, other Black Stones will appear, and the order of the entire world will be disrupted.

Viserys only realized this truth the moment he raised his red sword, ready to strike.

"Ice and fire... are the way to balance."

He then changed his mind and instead of letting the red sword and the black stone perish together, he maintained a balance.

The long night has ended.

Because Viserys did not completely destroy the Blackrock, the blue flames surging on the Ice Altar and the pillars of light shooting into the sky remained.

The outside world regained its light, while the Land of Eternal Winter was once again plunged into eternal darkness.

Viserys staggered out of the pillar of light. Outside, Bellerion had been waiting for a long time, and was also somewhat anxious. It had just tried to attack the soaring blue pillar of light, but failed.

"Ho-"

Then Viserys finally came out, and Bellerion leaned down with concern, poking out his huge head and making a soft sound.

It wanted to see clearly the changes in its companion.

Because Viserys wasn't just in appearance; his entire aura had undergone a tremendous transformation, emanating a power that instilled fear and unease in even Balerion.

This force... could kill it with ease.

However, before Bellerion could figure out what was wrong with Viserys, the young dragon knight with long, snow-white hair and eyes burning with icy flames collapsed into the snow.

thump--

Viserys fell to the ground, his Valyrian armor rattling as he did so.

He created a balance between the red sword and the black stone, but he was unable to stop the constant battle between the power of the black stone and the power of the black mist within his body.

Viserys fell to the ground, and Belerien, seeing this, became anxious again, letting out a low growl and gently nudging his companion lying on the ground with his massive head.

However, at that moment, a golden light suddenly emanated from Viserys's body.

Bellerion was startled and shrank back slightly.

Then they saw that Viserys was burning with translucent golden flames, which penetrated his armor and burned fiercely, quickly enveloping his entire body.

It was as dazzling as a small sun.

Ragnarok

Chapter 898 An Unfamiliar World

Viserys felt as if he had entered a completely unfamiliar new world.

When he opened his eyes again, he was still wearing the same silver-white armor covered in battle scars, and he held a dragon spear in his hand, but the hair hanging down on the armor had turned snow-white.

Viserys glanced at the snow-white hair draped over his shoulder, but didn't find it strange. He then stood up from the ground, leaning on his dragon spear.

"This is where?"

He stood there, looking around. His eyes, burning with icy flames, narrowed slightly, and a long-lost emotion welled up inside him.

He had a vague idea in his heart, and he had been looking forward to it for a long time, but when the moment came, he suddenly didn't know how to express it.

This was a place he had never seen before. Amidst the snow-covered ground stood a towering, pale tree with golden leaves that swayed gently, seemingly welcoming Viserys's arrival.

"The Old Gods?"

Viserys immediately recognized that the enormous weirwood was the very embodiment of the Old God of the North.

The Old God's true name is not Old God; He doesn't have a specific name. He is actually a weirwood tree that has lived for countless years and has become a spirit.

Because of its numerous eyes and ears spread throughout the entire continent, nothing in Westeros's history can escape its notice.

Viserys never expected to see the Old Gods again in this completely unfamiliar place, and a sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.

Because Viserys also possesses remnants of the Old Gods' power within him, he naturally feels a connection with them, and the Old Gods' power plays a crucial role in his life.

However, Viserys still had a question: weren't the Old Gods already dead?

He witnessed firsthand the very essence of the Old God being engulfed by an endless tide of corpses.

"Welcome here, Viserys."

Just then, a deep voice suddenly came from not far behind him.

Viserys heard the voice, turned around and looked behind him. Not far away stood a middle-aged man dressed in a white robe.

He was far from Viserys, but his voice seemed to be right next to him. He was tall, with the brown skin of a Rhoynar, long, dark curly hair, a sharply defined face, and eyes full of determination.

"Are you wondering why it's still alive?"

The newcomer seemed to have guessed what Viserys was thinking. They stared at each other silently for a moment, then looked up at the giant weirwood tree with its golden branches swaying slightly and spoke.

"In fact, for the gods, the physical body is just a shell, while the soul is the essence. The weirwood tree can live for a long time because of special reasons."

You'll understand someday.

The newcomer looked at Viserys and spoke calmly.

"Will I understand someday?"

Viserys, having heard what the newcomer said, also looked up at the old god who was still swaying his golden leaves.

Is it because the weirwood tree has a special reason for its long lifespan? Could it be because its true form is a tree, thus granting it a naturally long lifespan?

After a moment, Viserys withdrew his gaze, slightly tightened his grip on the dragon spear in his hand, and asked in return.

"So, does that mean I'm already one of you?"

The person opposite nodded.

"Now that you've come here, you're already one of us."

Become a god.

Viserys was slightly dazed upon hearing this; he hadn't expected the opportunity he had been waiting for so long to come so suddenly.

It seems that he ended the long night and gained a huge amount of faith power, after all, he saved the world and won the gratitude of people all over the world.

Although Viserys had vaguely guessed this outcome ever since he saw the Old Gods, he still felt a strange sense of loss.

"Have we met somewhere before?"

Viserys then composed himself slightly and asked.

The middle-aged man in white robes opposite him had been watching Viserys's expression closely. When he saw that Viserys quickly recovered from his emotions, his eyes flickered slightly.

"Yes."

“We met not long ago through one of my followers.”

Not long ago?

believer?

Viserys pondered for a moment after hearing the other person's words, then was slightly startled.

"Are you Azor Ahai?"

Viserys remembered the other person's appearance; it was when he received the power of the Blackstone at the Ice Altar that he saw the illusion connecting the Blackstone to the past and present.

The human hero Azor Ahai, wielding the Lightbringer, killed the first Night King, saved the world, and became the Red God.

At that time, Azor Ahai was dressed in rags and had a thick beard covering his face, making him look completely different from how he is now. Viserys still managed to identify him based on the aura he exuded.

“My mundane name is gone; now I am called Lachero.”

However, Azor Ahai's expression turned slightly displeased upon hearing Viserys's words.

After becoming a god, one must sever ties with one's mortal identity, otherwise it is easy to cause trouble, impurity of one's divine power, or even fall from grace.

Although there is no concept of cause and effect in this world, mortals and gods are incompatible. Therefore, the gods in heaven rarely interfere in mortal affairs and can only 'remotely control' them.

The "not long ago" that Rahlo mentioned was probably several years ago, when King Robert was still alive, and the Allied Forces first repelled the White Walkers, with the army of the dead retreating north of the Neck.

Melisandre received a revelation from God in the fire and came to Viserys late at night. It was at that time that Viserys and R'hllor had a brief conversation.

At that time, R'hllor felt like a spiritual entity to Viserys. He didn't speak, but he could make Viserys understand his meaning by expressing it in words. At the same time, Viserys also saw the scene of ice and fire intertwined through R'hllor's eyes.

Wars among mortals can also affect the power among the gods.

Therefore, the gods are going to great lengths to control mortal wars, but due to their own limitations, they cannot fight in person and can only do so through 'remote control'.

Rahlo sent his follower Melisandre to Viserys in an attempt to make some kind of deal with him.

He was willing to help this mortal overcome the cold night, but at the same time, the nation that Viserys created also required the Red God's followers to preach.

Therefore, after establishing his kingdom, Viserys intended to support the Red God Cult and suppress the Seven, who were deeply rooted in the homeland.

Lahllo had actually been in contact with Viserys for quite some time.

Of course, a few years is but a fleeting moment in the long lives of gods, while for mortals it is merely a blink of an eye.

Chapter 899 God’s Domain

"That red comet?"

Then Viserys seemed to remember something and asked a question.

"That's a gift I gave you."

"The Red Comet is the will of the world, and it cannot be changed. I only made a small impact."

Rahlo did not deny it upon hearing this, and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

"Mortal things cannot harm the gods. If you want to defeat the long night, you need a weapon that can hurt them."

Many years ago, when Viserys was still a boy, Rahlo seemed to already know that the Long Night was destined to come, and that the gods would choose an agent to protect their followers and help them get through the disaster.

Rahlo surprisingly chose Viserys, who had no connection with the Cult of the Red God at the time, because He saw Viserys' potential.

As the red comet, announcing the beginning of the resurgence of the demonic tide, streaked across the sky, Daenerys in Andalusburg also hatched a dragon.

Therefore, R'hllor, who valued Viserys' potential, used some tricks to make the red comet, which was supposed to fly through the sky, 'just happen' to hit Viserys on the head. Fortunately, the meteorite's aim wasn't very precise, otherwise Viserys would have been finished long ago.