Chapter 233: Area Attack

The purple skeletons did not attack anyone else. They moved in groups past the living slave soldiers and Dothraki, showing no interest in the living or the poisoned bodies lying on the ground. They had only one command: to kill Wright.

Some frightened nobles had already mounted their horses and fled the battlefield. More soldiers retreated a distance before stopping to continue observing the battle. They hadn't received retreat orders, and while it was permissible to distance themselves from an unbeatable enemy, attempting to flee the battlefield would be considered a capital offense. They could only muster the courage to stay and watch.

The two Draemora Lords, knowing they had sustained heavy injuries, retreated to their domain, raising their greatswords and charging toward the giant dragon.

The purple skeleton army that blocked their path ignored them and charged directly toward Wright. The two Draemora Lords barely withstood a dragon's breath, half-dead, as they rushed to the giant dragon's feet and began hacking at the gargantuan toenail.

This briefly diverted Durnehviir's attention, allowing Wright's mind to return to consciousness. Twelve of the nineteen Dragon Souls had already been used, leaving seven. He absorbed two more and poured all nine remaining Dragon Souls into three Dragon Shout spells at once.

Boom~~~

In the distance, the massive dragon stirred. One Draemora Lord was crushed underfoot, buried in the mud. The other, clinging to the toenail, was lifted off the ground. The dragon's claw slammed down, piercing his chest and instantly turning him to smoke.

The sky darkened, and several purple lightning bolts shot directly at Wright.

Wright dashed toward the dragon, dodging the lightning before shouting, "Gol~~Hah~~Dov!"

The Bend Will Dragon Shout as the power to bend the will of all who were affected. Whether human or dragon, anyone struck by this magic would have their consciousness and body controlled by the caster, fully obeying their will.

The massive dragon could not avoid it due to its size. Durnehviir didn't try to evade. It lunged forward a few steps and stretched its neck toward Wright, trying to bring its head as close as possible.

"Gol~~Hah~~Dov!" The same magic.

"How can it also…" This was Wright's only thought before his consciousness slipped into chaos.

The two spells collided, each striking its target.

Now they stood still, each controlling the other's consciousness, unable to give further commands. Wright stood motionless with his greatsword, while Durnehviir folded its wings and lowered its head, sitting on the ground. The purple lightning in the sky faded, and the purple skeletons surrounding Wright also stood still. The scene was eerily quiet.

Bend Will might be permanent for lower creatures, but for Wright, who possessed twenty-one Dragon Souls, and the long-lived necromancer dragon Durnehviir, the only solution was to see who could break free of the other's control first.

The battlefield fell silent. The thousands of purple skeletons formed a large circle around Wright. What was once a battle to encircle and attack had now turned into a protective ring, preventing anyone from entering.

Some braver soldiers at the edge began shooting arrows at Wright. Most of the arrows bounced off his Dragonbone armor, but a few slipped through the gaps and struck him. Seeing Wright not resisting, more archers began firing from the perimeter. Soon, the ground around Wright was covered in a dense carpet of arrows, and after a while, a few pierced his exposed chin, causing blood to flow.

"Should we leave the city to provide reinforcements?" The members of the wind-blowing team on the walls looked concerned.

Tattered Prince thought for a moment. "No, we can't interfere in a magic battle. It would only cause trouble for Wright. Also, look at the wind direction. The poison fog is blowing toward Meereen. Tell the soldiers to cover their mouths and noses with cloth quickly!"

The skeletons were too numerous, and their bodies formed a wide circle, keeping Wright at least two hundred meters from the perimeter. Shooting a stationary target was easy, but some of the archers with poor aim accidentally hit the nearby skeletons.

These skeletons weren't mindless zombies—they still retained some awareness, as indicated by the purple soul fire in their eyes. Not receiving an attack order didn't mean they wouldn't retaliate. The skeletons that were struck began to look around for the attackers and quickly spotted the soldiers shooting arrows from the outer edges.

The scene grew chaotic again. Some of the purple skeletons began attacking the slave soldiers and Dothraki, sparking a new conflict between the living and the dead around Wright and the dragon. The sounds of battle and shouting echoed across the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Wright's consciousness was in complete silence. He stood in a pure white space, nothing around him but the milk-white ground beneath his feet. In the distance, a green dragon sat. Their minds were connected, but neither could move or control the other, unable even to speak, as both were bound by the other's magic.

Wright began to break down the Dragon Language magic in reverse, analyzing the words: Gol, mortal, human, Earth, life. Step by step, he expanded his vocabulary. Snap! His consciousness finally twitched a single finger.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the situation grew more dire as the wind picked up.

Mold and parasitic fungi began falling off Durnehviir's body, unaffected by its sitting position. The poison mist it had scattered earlier now blew back into Meereen, as well as toward the eastern and southern battlefields. The mist contained dozens of toxic substances, halting the battle. All that could be heard near Meereen were the agonized cries of the dying.

Covering their mouths and noses was useless; the insects crawled and jumped wildly, seeking out living creatures.

Daenerys' carriage had stopped. The two drivers jumped into a nearby pool, but it was of no use. Daenerys pulled at her shackles with her hands until they bled. Having endured Wright's mental torment, she was better able to withstand this physical pain. She tried to find a way to escape, but without a weapon, she couldn't break free from the iron cuffs. Before long, the poison took its toll on her, and she hung limply, her hands suspended by the cross, crying in agony.

Aegon of the Golden Company was in a dire situation. He watched helplessly as the dragons were killed by Wright and stood on a ridge, desperate. The first poison mist released by Durnehviir passed right over his head, and with the wind blowing it down the mountain, he and those around him were almost hit with double the amount of toxins.

Countless small insects crawled over their skin, biting to feast on fresh blood and flesh. Some burrowed into the skin, bringing the fungal toxins with them. The horses, in agony, bucked wildly, tossing the Golden Company members off their mounts.

Ignoring their injuries, they immediately began peeling off their armor in a desperate attempt to brush off the insects, but it was all in vain. The insects were too small, and their breaths had already taken in the toxins, poisoning their lungs. Soon, the men collapsed, writhing in pain on the ground, their hands leaving bloody streaks on their bodies. The rear supply camp was just as bad, with livestock, horses, and people all suffering the same fate.

The small white dragon that had fallen into the valley also began to howl in pain. The toxins from Durnehviir's body didn't just affect humans; they had an impact on all living creatures and even dragons.

On the battlefield of Meereen, the only ones not yet affected by the poison were Wright and Durnehviir, who stood motionless, their bodies wreathed in flames.