Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

This is also the reason why he was able to hold off the Lord of Light, R'hllor, for a period of time, giving Diana and Heros more time.

Moreover, Viserys's divine power is still rising, especially now that the mortal world is facing an unprecedented catastrophe.

Giant weirwood trees began to spread, and the divine realm collapsed during their great battle. Mortals could look up and see the shattered divine realm and the gods in the sky.

The decree came from the High Court, which served as a temporary palace. Guided and propagated by officials of the Valyrian Empire, they knelt and prayed, chanting the names of His Majesty Viserys I, Princess Diana, and Prince Heros.

"Ordinary people only pray fervently when disaster strikes."

Their fear will make us stronger.

At this moment, 'Calamity' Kramdi, who was possessing the Thousand-Faced God, looked at the dramatic changes in the human world below and then spoke in a sinister tone.

In fact, Kramdi's identity remains unknown to this day. He claims to be Viserys' son, but does not reveal who his mother is. Of course, it is also possible that even he himself does not know.

Viserys could only guess that the other party might be Melisandre, after all, although he had many lovers in his youth, Melisandre was the only woman related to the Red God.

Even so, all that Kramdi has said so far is merely his side of the story, and there is no evidence to corroborate it.

"The Old Gods have provided me with a lot of help, perhaps because they want to use us to stop R'hllor, the Lord of Light."

Viserys glanced at Kramdi briefly upon hearing his words, said nothing more, then looked back at the human world and spoke in a deep voice.

If this inhuman Kramdy is indeed Melisandre's son, perhaps he was taken away by R'hllor, the Lord of Light, before he was even born, which is why he turned into this grotesque creature.

Kramdi had never been a human being, not even for a single day; perhaps he was a special being from the moment he was born.

Therefore, it is perfectly normal for him to have such a cold and mocking attitude towards humans, even regarding them as ants on the ground.

But upon hearing Kramdy's words, both Heros and Diana showed slight discomfort.

However, gods are different from mortals. After becoming gods, their thoughts and ideas have obviously changed. But they are not as cold-blooded and ruthless as Kramdi, who regarded mortals as ants. It's just that the sense of identification with them is not as deep as before.

“However, we have no other choice, Father, after all, Rahlo’s goal is to kill all the gods.”

"We have no choice but to fight back."

The Old Gods meticulously plotted to use Viserys and other gods to deal with R'hllor, the Lord of Light.

He didn't know whether the Lord of Light, Rahlo, was aware that the Old Gods were plotting against him, but it was clear that the Old Gods had been disguising themselves very well.

After all, he is the oldest and most low-key god in the divine realm. Gods from the same era as him have long since perished for various reasons. Moreover, he is the guardian of time, wandering in the long river of time.

If it wants to hide any secrets, no one can possibly detect them.

Therefore, not only Viserys, but in fact all the gods in heaven, including the Seven, the Drowned Gods, R'hllor the Lord of Light, and so on, were deceived by the disguise of the Old Gods.

But perhaps the Old God wasn't lying about one thing: he really didn't have any offensive means and wasn't good at fighting. That's why he painstakingly used Viserys and other gods to fight against R'hllor, the Lord of Light, so that R'hllor could reap the benefits.

Now that the Old Gods have killed the King of Gods and absorbed all his divine power, they have made up for their last weakness and are no longer so easy to deal with.

Just as the gods in the heavens were caught in a predicament, the human world on earth was facing an unprecedented catastrophe.

A gigantic weirwood tree, exuding an aura of evil, emerged from the trembling sea in the north, its black branches spreading out, eroding and conquering the entire world.

Everyone was in a state of panic. They looked up and witnessed the battle on the shattered divine realm. They knelt down and prayed that the gods could save their fate. The power of faith became purer and gathered faster than ever before.

But the Old Gods would not allow human faith to become the source of the gods' power after the great war.

Its intention is to destroy and absorb the primal power of the entire world, then leave and fly to the next new world.

It will drop black stones there, waiting for the birth of intelligent life. The birth of intelligent life is a harbinger of the destruction of this new world. Tribes, nations, and faiths will give birth to a group of gods, just like flies that will not land on a flawless egg, and will eventually be unable to escape the clutches of poison.

Chapter 1135 Destruction

Therefore, the spread of the black weirwood's branches and leaves did not simply mean conquering the entire world, but it quickly revealed its terrifying side.

Wherever the branches and leaves took root, they began to frantically draw power from the earth. The earth, as if being corroded, became dilapidated at a visible speed. All the plants were drained of their life force, withered, or even turned to ashes.

These wildly spreading black branches are not just drawing power from the earth, but have set their sights on all living things in this world.

As if they had eyes, like black venomous snakes, they accurately seized all the creatures that scattered and fled, including not only humans but all animals, coiling them up and sucking them into a shriveled corpse.

No matter how high their status, no one could escape this fate. Even the world's top swordsmen, wielding their swords and slashing left and right, cutting through many branches and leaves, were ultimately entangled by the branches and leaves and died on the spot.

Highgarden, the private garden of the Valyrian imperial family.

Because King's Landing was destroyed by Edric the Shadowhunter, one of the gods of the heavens, Emperor Immon Targaryen I is currently recuperating in Highgarden, while his eldest son, Crown Prince Viserys Targaryen, is overseeing the reconstruction efforts in King's Landing.

But the apocalyptic disaster came so quickly that the Targaryen royal family was almost completely unprepared.

The black foliage spread from the north to Highgarden, covering the North, the Riverlands, the Valley, and other areas in about a week.

At this time, not only had the horses run, but even the ravens had only just delivered the information to Highgarden and reported it to the Emperor.

But the messages were chaotic and complicated, full of errors due to the panic, and it was necessary to sift through them to extract useful information. Before His Majesty Immun Targaryen I could make a decision, disaster struck Highgarden.

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The dense black branches rustled and sputtered, their continuous growth accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound. These black branches, like a raging python, surged wildly into the Highgarden from all directions.

"Hold on!"

The elite royal guards stationed at Highgarden fought back fiercely against the attack of the black weirwood trees. They desperately hacked at the surging branches and even tried to stop them with fire, but to no avail.

These branches seem inexhaustible; they can squeeze into any inconspicuous crack and then take people's lives.

"what--"

Every now and then, soldiers would be swept up from their formation by the surging branches, letting out shrill screams before being sucked dry and falling to the ground.

Even the most loyal royal guards couldn't help but waver in the face of such a helpless and hopeless situation.

"There's no way we can stop them!"

"escape!"

"Run away!"

Someone cried out in despair, but then someone took the lead in running away, and what followed was an utter disaster.

The Imperial Guard's solid formation was broken, and the soldiers scattered and fled.

But the black branches attacked one after another, treating everyone equally regardless of their status or wealth, tightly binding them and then sucking their life force into dried corpses.

And deep within the palace of the High Court.

The Targaryen dragons were all frightened and spread their wings to take flight into the distance, but some members of the Targaryen royal family were trapped here, including Immon Targaryen I, the old emperor of the Valyrian Empire.

"Father, what should we do?"

Jahnilla Targaryen, the beautiful youngest daughter of Emperor Immon I Targaryen, was so frightened by the horrific scene that she burst into tears.

Meanwhile, Leila, the older sister, and Brenda Stark, the sister-in-law, exchanged a glance, both seeing the unease in each other's eyes.

"Sister-in-law, my brother is very clever; he'll probably find a place to hide."

"He might be safer than us."

Although both women appeared calmer than Jehnila, this was not the time to be calm, and they were inevitably uneasy.

Now that all the royal family members have gathered at Highgarden, the absence of Immon's eldest son, the Crown Prince of the Empire and Brenda Stark's husband, Viserys Targaryen, naturally raises concerns among the crowd.

Princess Leila Targaryen of the Empire comforted her sister-in-law, and Brenda took a deep breath, smiled slightly, and nodded to her sister in gratitude.

Then, the baby boy, Imeng, in Brenda Stark's arms was also startled by his aunt's crying and started wailing, adding to the already chaotic situation.

Brenda quickly comforted her son. With her husband away and no one to rely on, Brenda had to be strong and protect her son in this time of crisis.

All eyes turned to Immon, the pillar of these Targaryen women and children, who were father, father-in-law, and grandfather all at the same time.

However, at this moment, no one could do anything. Emperor Immon Targaryen I of the Empire lay on his sickbed, his face haggard and pale, silently shaking his head.

Then, black tree branches outside the palace tore through the windows and spread wildly inside.

...

The human world is undergoing a dramatic change, and the gods in the heavens can sense countless lives perishing as the black branches spread.

"We must stop it!"

Aside from Kramdi, who was controlling the Thousand-Faced God, all the gods were filled with rage.

This is a disaster even more terrible than the Long Night, because although the ultimate goal of the Long Night is also the loss of life, it did not come as quickly as it does now.

All the gods could foresee that if the black weirwood completely occupied the world, it would be the time when the world would perish.

"You won't be able to escape by then either."

"Want to join us, Kramdi?"

Viserys turned to Kramdi, who claimed to be his 'son,' and extended an invitation.

"Father."

On the other side, Diana and Heros both looked at Viserys with slight worry, clearly harboring resentment towards this sudden 'calamity'.

However, before Kramdi, who was controlling the Thousand-Faced God, could speak, the scene before them suddenly changed.

Large, fluffy snowflakes fell from the sky, and Viserys and the other gods found themselves in an unfamiliar environment. Before them lay a lush forest, with snow piled up to their ankles.

Just then, a pair of eerie eyes peeked out from the jungle, clearly indicating that a predator from the icy plains had its sights on them.

"This is where?"

Chapter 1136 Ghost Forest

"A wolf?"

Viserys frowned slightly as he looked at the furtive figure hiding in the jungle not far away.

He had been away from the human world for so many years and never imagined that he would one day have to deal with such a little guy again.

"This is where?"

Viserys then ignored it and looked around.

Here was a dense forest, with snow that reached above their ankles. In the distance stood a pale weir tree, and a 'human face' with blood and tears streaming down its face seemed to be gazing at them, the gods.

Viserys surveyed his surroundings, while the other gods peered around warily and curiously.

Especially for 'Calamity' Kramdi, who possessed the body of the Thousand-Faced God, everything here was both new and unfamiliar.

Although he had been born for many years and knew many secrets by following the King of Light, this was his first time in the human world, and he was unfamiliar with it.