Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Of course, they can also cooperate and work together; Viserys has no limitations on this.

However, whether it is competition or cooperation, there is a premise: brothers cannot turn against each other, and the safety of each other's lives cannot be endangered. This is an unchangeable rule.

Viserys allowed his children to compete with each other, but he did not want them to fight each other.

This is something no father wants to see, so Viserys clearly defined this inviolable red line for his children in advance.

Viserys set a problem for his three children to solve, which was a pretty good approach.

Otherwise, if Viserys hadn't set such a goal, the competition between them would still exist, whether overt or covert, and might even have been more brutal.

Because this is their destiny as born into royalty.

"besides..."

After Viserys finished speaking, his gaze turned to his three wives standing to one side: Arianne, Reynolds, and Daenerys, who were also the mothers of his three children.

Viserys forbade them from participating in this children's 'game'.

As mothers, they cannot directly provide any form of help to their children, let alone get involved themselves.

Otherwise, it would no longer be a children's game, but would turn into a 'Dance of the Blood Dragon,' and the empire would fall apart and descend into civil war.

Viserys will then have to intervene personally and punish them and the children.

Viserys's rules and the few red lines he drew were very simple. Not only adults like Renesas and Daenerys, but also the three children and even the youngest Aemon could understand them, just like he would when he played some games in the palace.

Little Immon was a little bewildered, not expecting this day to come so soon.

As children of Targaryen royalty, none of them were truly stupid.

Aemon had long known his destiny, as his mother had repeatedly emphasized to him that he would have to compete with his brother for the throne in the future.

His bloodline was purer than his elder brother's, making him more qualified to ascend the throne; he was simply born a few years later...

really.

After Viserys finished explaining the rules and the red line, the three children in front of him had different expressions on their faces.

The eldest daughter, Diana, had a face full of excitement and eagerness. She clenched her fist, glanced at her younger brother, Holos, and then looked back, as if she wanted to step forward and draw the dragon spear right now.

The brown-haired boy's expression changed several times. He didn't look at his sister Diana, but turned to look at his younger brother Eamon.

His gaze then fell upon the dragon spear, which was entirely forged from Valyrian steel, and his eyes remained firm.

As for the youngest, Little Emon, his face was still dizzy.

“I want to try pulling it out now, Father.”

At that moment, Viserys' eldest daughter, Diana, stepped forward and spoke eagerly.

She gave Heros a defiant look, but didn't even glance at little Imon.

Diana and Herros grew up together, so the siblings had a very good relationship. The age difference between young Eamon and his sister Diana was almost ten years, which was indeed quite large.

Diana herself was still a young girl, and naturally she didn't want to have a snotty-nosed younger brother to take care of.

"can."

Viserys had been observing the expressions on the three children's faces since he finished explaining the rules and red lines. When he heard Diana's request, he nodded slightly in agreement.

Although pulling out a dragon spear weighing over a hundred pounds seems like a test of the children's physique and strength.

But in reality, adults like Renis and Daenerys knew that the problem Viserys had set up was not so simple.

Otherwise, it would be too unfair to little Eamon, who was only four years old, as it would become a game entirely for Diana and Holos.

Her father nodded in agreement, and Diana immediately stepped forward, eager to be the first to pull it out of the hard floor.

"It can't be that easy."

The brown-haired boy standing behind him, however, was not in a hurry.

He calmly watched his sister struggle to pull out the gun, analyzing all the possibilities. The problem his father had posed seemed simple, but in reality, it couldn't be that easy.

As expected, Diana tried her best but couldn't move the dragon spear at all; it was as if the spear was connected to the earth.

"No need to rush."

“You have several years, or even decades, to figure out how to pull it out.”

Viserys, observing all this, smiled slightly and offered a kind reminder.

"Of course, relying on brute force is also an option."

"If you can do it."

Chapter 932 Mortal War

A silver light flew into the Red Keep from King's Landing, causing quite a stir.

The news of His Majesty's quiet return spread quickly, after all, the commotion caused by Viserys's descent from the sky was so great that not only the Unsullied but also many others witnessed it, so it was not easy to keep it a secret.

People were talking about it, and outside the Red Keep, including high-ranking members of the Imperial Council, people lined up to see Viserys. However, after making arrangements for his own 'final affairs,' Viserys went to Dragonstone to retreat into seclusion.

He needed to accelerate the formation of his divine body to defeat the chief of the gods, so he locked himself in the dragon crystal mines beneath Dragonstone Island to extract the power contained within the dragon crystals to strengthen himself.

News of the strange phenomenon that occurred in Oldtown soon reached King's Landing.

People were shocked to connect the two, suddenly recalling Euron Greyjoy's ramblings from a few years ago, and felt boundless fear and horror.

"Is this really true?"

But all of this is no longer relevant to Viserys.

He has now appeared on Dragonstone Island and begun to cultivate his divine body in seclusion.

Year 306 of the Aegonian calendar.

Viserys knew that none of the original trajectories had reached this year, so he had no idea what the future held.

The war between the gods continues, but time flows much faster in the heavens than on earth. The war has brought many variables that have confused the celestial phenomena, and the prophetic abilities of the old gods have lost their effectiveness. Everything in the future will be a process of trial and error.

Viserys now sat in a dark cave.

This is the underground dragonglass mine of Dragonstone. Although it has experienced two wars with the White Walkers and mined a lot of dragonglass to make weapons to fight the White Walkers, the amount of dragonglass mine underground in Dragonstone is still considerable.

Viserys was sitting there, with a black glass candle in front of him. Before he left, he had instructed his three wives that if any emergency occurred, they could wake him up with the glass candle.

"The God of Many Faces."

The bright flame of the burning black glass candle dispelled the darkness in the cave, and the flickering light elongated the shadow of the white-haired young man.

Viserys is thirty years old this year, gradually moving towards middle age, yet time doesn't seem to have left many marks on his face.

Because at the moment he ignited the divine fire and became a god, time began to freeze, and from then on, for him, a hundred or a thousand years would be nothing more than a snap of the fingers.

Viserys sat before a glass candle, carefully examining the wound on his chest.

The power of the Many-Faced God is beyond doubt. He was the first Faceless One, who freed countless miners enslaved by the Valyrian Freehold, and was willing to listen to prayers in all languages ​​to help them achieve liberation.

The God of a Thousand Faces may not be very strong in direct combat, but his strength lies in his unpredictability. After all, he is willing to wait patiently for years for an opportunity to strike and kill in one blow.

If Viserys hadn't possessed the power of the black mist to strengthen his body and grant him unlimited self-repair capabilities, he might have been able to delay his death by relying on divine power, but even if he managed to prolong his life for a few years, he would ultimately not escape his fate.

Therefore, the Many-Faced God did not risk chasing Viserys down to the mortal realm. He believed that Viserys was already dead, which gave Viserys a chance to catch his breath.

The first step in healing is naturally to expel the divine power left on Viserys' wounds by the Many-Faced God, as this power is constantly preventing Viserys' wounds from repairing themselves.

"Let's begin."

Viserys studied the divine power structure of the Thousand-Faced God for a long time, and gained some new insights.

Call ~

Then, the golden divine fire in Viserys's spiritual world ignited, beginning a connection with the real world.

"Connecting the virtual and the real, creating something from nothing."

"This is a god."

Viserys understood slightly. The divine power of the gods in this world was special, but it was not difficult to understand. It was probably because the divine power of each god was a substance that had never appeared in this world before.

The divine fire burns in the illusion of the spiritual world, eventually creating divine power from nothing that can affect the real world.

Therefore, every deity is unique in this world from the moment of its birth, and is a substance that has never appeared before.

If humans are carbon-based life forms, then gods, whose bodies are composed entirely of divine power, are unique substances with self-awareness, unparalleled in the world.

Therefore, it is not an easy thing for one god to expel the divine power of another god. Viserys needs to start by understanding the nature of the Many-Faced God's divine power.

Time passed swiftly within the cave, and Viserys was unaware of how much time had passed outside. Having learned of the Many-Faced God's power, he began the process of exorcising him.

The divine powers of the two collided and canceled each other out. Viserys' divine power was being rapidly depleted, while the Many-Faced God's divine power was also being reduced to ashes.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally completely expelled the divine power left in his body by the God of a Thousand Faces.

呲~

After the power of the Many-Faced God was completely dispelled, a wisp of white smoke rose from the wound on Viserys' chest.

His wounds were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye; in less than half a minute, a fatal wound had been completely healed.

"The treatment is finally over."

Compared to the Seven Gods, Rahlo, and other gods who need hundreds of years to repair their bodies after being injured, Viserys' healing speed is now extremely fast.

"I wonder how things are outside now?"

After recovering from his injuries, Viserys, unusually intrigued, turned his gaze eastward.

In his view, the place where the Eastern Red God Cult's faith was most concentrated and which supplied the most divine power to Rahlo was now teetering on the brink of collapse, its situation extremely precarious.

After choosing to retreat into seclusion, Viserys also gave instructions to his three wives, asking them to eradicate R'hllor's faith as much as possible, in order to buy time for the Westeros gods in heaven and for himself.

Daenerys is now leading tens of thousands of Imperial troops and ships in a relentless attack on Volantis by land, sea, and air, while dragons dance wildly overhead.

The Valantians fiercely resisted the invasion. Although all human city-states had mastered methods to deal with dragons since the Long Night, this was not enough to stop the three dragons sent by House Targaryen.

Finally, just after the year 307 of Aegon's calendar, the Targaryen army successfully conquered Volantis.

Queen Daenerys rode the white dragon Viserion and set fire to the Red Temple of Valanthi, the largest temple on the continent of Essos, which was instantly reduced to ashes by the dragonfire.

Chapter 933 The War Ends