Chapter 461: Awakening of the Wicked

The silver dragon cared little for the humans who approached, forbidding them to tarnish its purity with their filthy bloodlines. But when the young man with silvery hair heard the young dragon's warning growl, he hesitated for a moment.

Then, gritting his teeth and putting everything on the line, he continued forward. The dragon's nature was gentle, and the allure of success was too great, making him lose his sanity for an instant.

Iharlo, who had been watching intently from behind, didn't speak to stop him.

They all knew the dragon's temperament was mild. But what if it was provoked?

He wanted to know the result of provoking a young dragon, and the next second, the outcome appeared.

The silver dragon growled a warning, but the youth did not heed it. Its roar turned dangerous, its clear eyes narrowing into dangerous slits.

The dragon suddenly opened its mouth, and without warning, it bit the young man's head off.

Crack—

The young dragon's sharp teeth tore his flesh, its terrifying bite easily shattering the hardest human skull, filling the underground chamber with a horrific crunching noise.

"What…"

Iharlo's face turned serious. This was the first time the silver dragon had killed.

Instinctively, he felt a sense of foreboding. One hand holding a torch, the other tightly gripping the hilt of his sword, he stared intently at the suddenly enraged silver dragon.

All the Valyrian descendants present were shocked and frozen, not knowing what had happened. The youth's hand still reached out, and his headless body collapsed to the ground.

In the next second, the sound of metal clashing rang out.

"Roar—"

The dragon suddenly let out an angry roar. Its dull silver scales seemed to sparkle.

The dark mist hidden within its body was stimulated, surrounding it with a thin black fog that was barely noticeable in the dark.

It seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time, being the smallest and weakest of its siblings, always bullied.

Add to that a series of provocations after being captured, and the gentle dragon's primal instincts were awakened. The restless black fog became its aid, helping it unleash its innate wickedness without restraint.

It opened its massive mouth, revealing sharp teeth. The silver dragon's heart surged with an unparalleled desire to kill. It wanted to tear apart these despicable humans, but it was held back by iron chains.

The young dragon's pounce was too fast, even faster than a shadow cat.

"Ah—"

Everyone was startled by the sudden change, including the brown-skinned Braavosi.

He drew his sword, tightly holding the hilt, nearly dropping the torch in his hand.

However, the chains on the young dragon's legs restricted its pounce, keeping it away from the people.

The crowd was frightened, then quickly turned to anger.

"It's all this damned fool's fault. He enraged the young dragon."

The remaining Valyrians who hadn't tried to approach the dragon spoke angrily.

The dragon had clearly expressed its resistance, yet he had tried to touch it.

This behavior had enraged the dragon, leading to his head being bitten off. They blamed their companion rather than the dragon for the killing.

Iharlo's expression was also somewhat gloomy. He thought the same, glancing at the snarling young dragon, then turning to warn the others.

Approaching the dragon was fine, but they must not enrage it.

But as Iharlo opened his mouth to speak, the silver dragon suddenly became much quieter, its body quietly surrounded by black fog.

"Hmm?"

Iharlo turned his head slightly.

He then saw the dragon open its mouth and let out a deep roar. A light suddenly shone from the center of its throat.

"Damn it!"

Iharlo's hair stood on end, but his reaction was a split second too late.

He saw the dragon open its mouth, turn its head, and then, unable to dodge, a blast of dragon fire sprayed across his face.

Boom—

Firelight suddenly brightened the dark, narrow underground palace.

"Ah!!!"

The brown-skinned Braavosi officer was hit directly by the dragon fire, with no room to escape, letting out a piercing scream, struggling in the flames before falling to the ground.

The remaining Valyrian descendants were terrified and wanted to run, but their speed was no match for the dragon's fire.

The silver dragon's scales reflected the brilliant light as it engulfed the humans who had tried to humiliate it, burning them all to ashes.

Above ground, the Braavosi soldiers guarding the entrance to the underground palace seemed to hear the screams from below.

"Hmm? What's happening?"

"Has something happened to Lord Iharlo?"

The soldiers looked at each other, and two of them moved towards the staircase, wanting to go down and take a look.

But just as they were about to step down and push open the stone door, the heavy door was suddenly blown open from the inside.

Boom—

The stone door collapsed, sending debris flying.

"Roar—"

The silver dragon, still chained to two pieces of broken rock, violently broke open the stone door with a roar, opening its massive mouth, and a small jet of dragon fire burst out again.

Whoosh~

The Braavosi soldiers were caught off guard, screaming in the dragon fire before falling to the ground.

"Damn it!"

"The young dragon has escaped! Sound the alarm!"

The alarm was sounded immediately, and the place where the young dragon was confined naturally had more than a few soldiers guarding it. The clang of bells rang out.

However, the silver dragon had already broken through the ceiling of the house, letting out a resounding roar, dragging the two chains into the sky.

Whoosh whoosh—

Several crossbow bolts flew past the dragon, missing it. Assisted by the black fog, they only served to further enrage it.

It dove from the sky, dragon fire bursting forth again, engulfing the soldiers below.

"Ah—"

After escaping, the silver dragon went on a rampage through Braavos.

Elsewhere, Balerion's dragon fire was many times greater than the young dragon's, its thick, bright red pillar of flame surrounding the majestic Sea Lord's Palace, visible even from a great distance.

The guards and servants inside the Sea Lord's Palace hid behind the walls and towers, but it was as if they were in boiling water, the surrounding temperature so high it could melt stone.

Their body's moisture was quickly evaporating, being roasted alive by the dragon fire, giving off the aroma of cooking oil, unable to even scream.

Boom boom boom—

Blazing flames surged to the sky, debris flying everywhere. The towering towers of the Sea Lord's Palace collapsed, crashing into the sea, causing huge waves.

The Sea Lord of Braavos was determined to kill Balerion with giant crossbows, but the black night became the black dragon's best disguise.

And Viserys had no intention of negotiating. White flags from the Sea Lord's Palace were instantly melted.

to be continued