Chapter 146: Return of the Dragon King
Summer Sea, Lys Islands — Lower City of Lys
"Roar..."
Accompanied by a series of terrifying dragon roars, a section of space within Lys shattered like glass. As fragments fell away, Jon, clad in black armor, stepped directly out from within.
The power of the Dimensional Dragon was truly convenient. Aside from being unable to control the exact destination, Jon could use it for long-distance teleportation, allowing him to intervene wherever necessary at critical moments.
A single person's strength usually had limited impact on large-scale warfare, but Jon was no ordinary man. Beyond his overwhelming personal strength, he possessed the power to transform into a dragon. In crucial situations, such power could determine the outcome of an entire war.
Lys was different from Tyrosh. If necessary, Jon might have to rely on the power of the Dragonstone once again. As the final remnant of the Kingdom of the Three Daughters, he intended to bring it completely under his control.
"Who are you?"
Following Jon's appearance, several armed soldiers of the Lys City Watch quickly emerged onto the already chaotic street.
These men carried spears and longswords and wore silver chainmail armor. Though they were merely city guards, their training and combat ability far exceeded that of the slave-pit guards.
Jon's attire immediately marked him as suspicious, and the soldiers quickly surrounded him. In their eyes, anyone wandering the streets during such chaos was undoubtedly a rebel.
And there truly were rebels.
Since the uprising in the slave pits began, the entire city of Lys had descended into total disorder. Numerous mercenaries and private soldiers belonging to various Magisters flooded the streets. Many of these men had strips of red cloth tied around their wrists, shouting:
"Long live the Chainbreakers!"
before launching attacks against the city's defenders.
It was precisely because of these forces that the standing army and mercenaries stationed outside the city could not enter and suppress the rebellion. The slave army from the lower district had already stormed the City Watch barracks, seizing enormous quantities of supplies and weapons.
The lower district had now completely fallen under rebel control.
Once they established stable defenses and consolidated their forces, suppressing the rebellion would become nearly impossible.
"Me?"
Faced with five soldiers surrounding him, Jon merely asked that simple question.
"Yes. Who exactly are you?"
A squad leader with traces of gold powder decorating his helmet asked sternly.
As he spoke, the surrounding soldiers pointed their spears toward Jon's chest. If anything seemed wrong with his answer, they would immediately strike.
"Hahaha..."
"I've had many names."
"Once, I was called Jon Snow."
"But now... I have changed my name to Aegon Targaryen."
"And the purpose of my arrival today is simple."
"I've come to place this city entirely under my rule."
"Kill him!"
The moment they heard Jon's introduction, the squad leader immediately ordered an attack.
Accompanied by battle cries, five spears thrust toward him from all directions.
Their intent was obvious—they wanted to skewer Jon on the spot.
Unfortunately, they had severely underestimated the defensive power of his equipment.
This armor set was the General's Armor Set Jon had redeemed from the system store. It possessed an innate ability known as Great Shield.
If this world displayed game notifications, Jon would probably be surrounded by endless "Nullified" messages right now.
"Crack... Screech..."
The five spears struck Jon simultaneously.
Yet instead of piercing flesh, they merely slid harmlessly across his armor, leaving behind shallow scratches.
"This... how is that possible?!"
Amid the piercing sounds of scraping metal, the squad leader cried out in disbelief.
"It's been a long time since I've exercised properly."
"Today... I'll have some fun with you Lyseni."
As Jon finished speaking, he directly drew an incomparably massive greatsword from the void.
The instant they saw the sword, the surrounding City Watch soldiers felt a chilling sense of doom.
"Swish—Crack!"
The former Dark Sister had already been enhanced by Jon to the level of a General-class Greatsword.
To make Dark Sister more suitable for his combat style, Jon had invested considerable effort into modifying it.
Greatsword Mode allowed him to fight like a one-man army.
Scepter Mode allowed him to unleash long-range magical attacks.
"Crack... Pfft..."
The enormous blade swept horizontally.
The City Watch soldiers were sliced cleanly in half—armor and all.
In an instant, blood, flesh, and shattered organs flew through the air.
"The feast has begun."
"Let's see what interesting things this ancient city has hidden."
With those words, Jon flickered away and entered another street.
This was his first time in Lys, and under the darkness of night he couldn't determine his precise location.
So he simply headed toward wherever the sounds of battle were loudest.
Meanwhile, roughly one hundred meters away, a group of slaves armed with daggers and clubs were being pursued by fully armed soldiers.
These men belonged to the private forces of a certain Magister.
Over fifty soldiers moved in disciplined formation, all wearing standardized armor and carrying spears and shields.
Their formation was extremely tight, protecting their Magister in the center.
The slaves they pursued were rebels who had been scattered while attacking a government building.
After discussing matters among themselves, roughly a hundred of them decided to seek revenge against their former master—
Magister Max Varez.
Unexpectedly, while attacking his estate, they instead ran directly into his private troops.
Though the slaves feared no death, their attacks were utterly ineffective against superior equipment and military formations.
Instead, they suffered devastating casualties.
To make matters worse, after driving them back, the furious Max Varez personally gathered his guards and led the pursuit.
The streets had become littered with slave corpses.
"Advance!"
"These lowly insects actually dared challenge me!"
"Don't kill them immediately!"
"Pierce their limbs and let them slowly bleed to death!"
Under Max Varez's orders, the private soldiers steadily drove the slaves backward.
Those who escaped immediate death had their arms and legs impaled by spears and were left to slowly bleed out.
"Stone! Take everyone and go!"
"We'll hold them off!"
Seeing the enemy refusing to stop their pursuit, a tall slave grabbed several companions and stayed behind.
Earlier, they had exhausted much of their strength trying to break through the gates of the Magister's estate.
Without armor, they simply could not outrun trained soldiers.
"Aro! You—"
The slave named Stone immediately shouted.
As he stopped, many others instinctively stopped as well.
Stone was the leader among these people.
Unlike slaves from the pits, they came from the Pleasure Gardens, meaning both their physiques and combat abilities were weaker than average.
"Go!"
"Charge!"
Seeing everyone hesitate, Aro brandished a broken blade and charged directly toward the armored troops.
His suicidal action instantly made everyone understand his intentions.
Several slaves grabbed Stone and dragged him away.
"Hu... ha..."
Unfortunately, they had barely fled before discovering another group of soldiers waiting ahead.
Though few in number, they had erected barricades across the road.
If the slaves rushed forward, they would be skewered by spears before clearing the obstacles.
"What do we do?!"
"Hahaha!"
"You idiots!"
"I already sent someone to summon the City Watch!"
"You lowly ants can just wait for death!"
As the escape route gradually narrowed, Max Varez burst into arrogant laughter.
He was extremely satisfied with his strategy.
Nothing delighted him more than watching slaves despair.
"Hu... ha..."
Amid the rhythmic shouts of his private guards, Max Varez slowly pressed forward.
As he watched hope vanish from the slaves' eyes, immense satisfaction filled his heart.
"Boom—Whoosh!"
"Watch out!"
"Fall back!"
Suddenly, a fireball-like object smashed directly into Max Varez's formation.
As it exploded, a towering pillar of flame erupted into the sky before the soldiers.
Fortunately, the commander reacted quickly.
Otherwise, the flames might have engulfed their own men.
"What was that?!"
Hidden among his guards, Max Varez shouted in terror.
At the same moment, the City Watch formation that had come as reinforcements was blasted away as though struck by an enormous boulder.
"What in the world is that?!"
"Goddess of Love above! A mon... monster!"
"The slaves are escaping!"
"..."
This sudden turn of events immediately threw the soldiers into panic.
After all, they were not Unsullied.
Faced with a terrifying and incomprehensible force, they still felt fear.
And fear... spread faster than fire.
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