Chapter 171: Dragon Slayer Blade

"Let the Ghiscari feel the wrath of the Statue of Liberty!"

Amidst the flickering red glow of torches and lanterns, Dany rode the green dragon, diving from an altitude of 800 meters straight toward the center of the top garden of the pyramid below.

Almost simultaneously, Black scaled its position at an altitude of 22 kilometers.

In normal circumstances, the three dragons could sense Dany's coordinates—even if separated by a continent and endless oceans.

If entering dragon spirit mode, Black might... well, Dany had never tested how precise his perception could be.

At 400 meters from the pyramid, Black's magnetic field sensing aligned him, Dany, and the Earth's core in a straight line.

Theoretically, this line penetrated the pyramid's center.

With that, Black suddenly released the iron rod in his claws.

Wrath of the Statue of Liberty, launched!

The moment she sensed the release, Dany knew the positioning process was complete. She patted the green dragon's back, arcing through the sky toward the sea outside the city.

Hmm, she had once seen a movie, G.I. Joe: Retaliation, where a God's Rod descended from the heavens, destroying an entire modern metropolis with a single strike—far larger than New Ghis.

It was her first time doing such a thing, and a slight fear gnawed at her—afraid that the shockwave, like an atomic explosion, might blow her away. So, she planned to stay far away.

Thirty heartbeats passed, and the sky remained unchanged.

Sixty heartbeats passed—Dany grew anxious. The pitch-black night still showed no fiery meteor she had been anticipating.

Ninety... one hundred twenty...

"Could it be that the altitude was too low, the speed insufficient, and the friction not enough... Oh, there it is!"

Without a clock, she had no idea how long had passed. When her patience was wearing thin, the dark sky finally revealed a streak of crimson.

Against the crescent moon and dim stars, the red meteor was dazzling, visible to the naked eye.

"Hahaha!" She laughed excitedly, nearly standing on the green dragon's back.

Then, the red star suddenly split into two smaller yet brighter meteors—one falling into the sea, dimming quickly, while the other, whistling through the quiet night, descended...

"Fuck, this..." Dany gaped. "How did the deviation end up so large?"

"Boom!"

About a kilometer north of New Ghis, a muffled explosion echoed—then silence.

"What the hell? The iron rod shattered mid-air? Such poor steel quality? It burned up in just 25 kilometers?"

Unbidden, she recalled her crisis at Poplar Slope, where a few sword strikes snapped the curved blade of an agile swordsman.

The hardness of common steel in this world was even more brittle than she had expected.

"And the deviation was quite large... even if the rod hadn't melted, it wouldn't have hit the pyramid's top." Dany thought gloomily.

She had seen clearly—the red meteor fell toward the northern city, and if the rod remained intact, it would have likely landed near the city walls.

"Tail fins not properly handled? Positioning error? Or perhaps... too high? But if not high enough, the kinetic energy wouldn't suffice..."

With a head full of questions, Dany rode the green dragon northward.

Dragons had two flight modes: they could flap their wings vigorously, reaching speeds over 300 kilometers per hour but tiring quickly, needing rest every four to five hours; or they could glide like eagles, wings spread wide, riding the currents at around 150 kilometers per hour, consuming little stamina and flying continuously for one or two days.

On the way back that night, Dany napped on the green dragon's back as the three dragons glided steadily toward Astapor.

Around nine the next morning, Dany yawned as she landed in the pyramid's top garden.

"It failed... maybe I should use a large copper sphere instead," she told the curious Jorah.

A sphere would have greater air resistance and slower speed than an iron rod but at least wouldn't shatter.

Half a month later, spies from New Ghis (Windblown Company) brought shocking news: one night during the Anti-Dragon Queen Alliance's banquet, as Grazdan passionately delivered his speech on the Ten Defeats of the Mother of Dragons, a crimson meteor suddenly fell north of the city.

Everyone was astonished, thinking it an ominous sign. Only Grazdan laughed, saying, "A red sword piercing the north foretells the northern Dragon Queen's grievous pain—a great omen!"

The next morning, guards outside the northern gate discovered a rare meteorite in the wasteland—thirty pounds of pure meteoric iron!

Haru the Master from Qohor examined it carefully, exclaiming, "Another Dawn—the peerless sword of the world's greatest swordsman—is about to be born?"

Eighteen master smiths spent ten days forging two weapons: a massive Arakh scimitar and a two-handed greatsword.

The scimitar was named Dragon Slayer, symbolizing the blade to slay dragons and the Dragon Queen. The greatsword was named Dawnbreaker, not in tribute to the legendary sword but to signify the alliance's victory, dim for now but certain to rise like the morning sun.

The Dragon Slayer was given to Grazdan, one of the alliance's army commanders, while the Dawnbreaker was temporarily held by Xaro of the Thirteen of Qarth.

New Ghis fervently spread this auspicious omen, stirring the hearts of the people and raising the army's morale. Many previously wavering city-states now declared their allegiance to the alliance.

For a time, the power of the Allied Forces and the United Nations surged uncontrollably.

"F***!" Dany's eyes widened as she couldn't help but curse.

Over the past few days, she had conducted several more tests in Slaver's Bay.

After testing with a copper sphere, she discovered that, for some unknown reason, there was indeed a deviation in Drogon's spatial awareness—the farther the distance, the greater the error.

Iron rods, due to their uneven structure, would also shift positions when falling from high altitudes.

When dropped from low altitudes, spheres wouldn't deviate, but the impact wasn't strong enough. Additionally, copper was too soft—when dropped from high altitudes, it could easily melt into a pool of molten metal.

If Dany still wanted to proceed with her "Wrath of the Statue of Liberty" plan, she had to solve two problems: precise targeting and forging high-quality steel.

Hmm... aside from continuing to lead her people in farming, Dany had recently started studying steel furnaces.

The results wouldn't be visible in the short term, but this world wasn't entirely devoid of advanced steelmaking techniques.

There was an arsenal left behind by Valyria—Qohor!

She needed to import a few master blacksmiths from Qohor—those legendary figures capable of reforging Valyrian steel.

Or... she could simply take the brute-force approach and have her four dragons undergo intense strength training.

If they could carry a two-ton boulder up to an altitude of 25,000 meters, Dany could then dramatically shout, "Meteor strike!"

Once she had the idea, she acted on it. While posting notices to recruit master blacksmiths, she also began training her four dragons in carrying heavy loads.

That morning, as Dany was practicing swordplay on a ridge as usual, the red-haired Lyra galloped toward her from the city in a hurry.

Before even dismounting, she anxiously shouted, "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! A raven from Meereen just arrived—Jon Snow was ambushed last night! Two of his knightly guards were killed, and he himself was stabbed in the waist and abdomen. I fear..."

As she spoke, her voice choked with emotion. Overcome by distress, she nearly fell off her horse.

"Calm down. He's not dead yet, is he?" Dany casually stabbed her iron sword into the ground and walked over to steady Lyra.

"It was a premeditated assassination. The assassins didn't leave until his intestines were spilling out. Right now, he's barely hanging on with milk of the poppy, but... Jon is probably not going to make it... wuu wuu..." Lyra sobbed, burying herself in Dany's embrace.

"Don't panic. I'm heading to Meereen now." Dany comforted her while signaling for Jhiqui to help remove her armor.

"Your Majesty, even Meereen's garrison commander was assassinated. The situation might be..." Barristan Selmy said worriedly.

"You're coming with me," Dany replied.

"Understood. I will protect Your Majesty with my life," the white-bearded knight solemnly swore.

Moments later, Drogon and Rhaegal landed. Barristan climbed onto Drogon's back while Dany mounted Rhaegal. The two of them quickly flew toward Yunkai.

Hmm... neither Rhaegal nor Viserion allowed anyone else to ride them alone—they could carry people only under Dany's guidance. But under her command, Drogon permitted anyone who meant her no harm to ride him.

However, they weren't truly Drogon's riders, as he never obeyed their commands. Essentially, it was still Dany carrying them while flying on Drogon.

Dany donned her gray full-body armor, while Barristan changed into his white-enamelled knight's armor and flowing white cloak—the standard attire of the Kingsguard.

Fully armed, they resumed their journey to Meereen.

In less than an hour, the two dragons arrived at the city. However, they didn't descend immediately; instead, they first circled above the Great Pyramid.

Once the horns sounded, a few Unsullied captains and Irri came up to the top-floor garden, waving to them. Only then did the dragons land on the grassy rooftop.

"I should prepare a pair of crystal goggles," Barristan muttered, lifting his visor and rubbing his watery eyes.

"Take me to Jon," Dany said directly to Irri.

"He's on the 32nd floor."

Inside a spacious stone chamber, Dany saw the unconscious Jon. Morning sunlight filtered through the skylight, casting a golden glow on the knight's pale face.

If not for the tiny dust motes swirling in the light near his nose, stirred by his faint breaths, Dany might have mistaken him for a lifeless corpse.

She lifted the sheet covering him and unwrapped the white linen bandages applied by the healers. Instantly, the room filled with the thick scent of blood, mixed with the sharp sting of alcohol.

"Good, at least there's no overwhelming stench of feces," Dany sighed in relief.

"His intestines didn't rupture?" Barristan, a veteran of countless battles, immediately caught on.

"They were damaged, but not too severely." Dany gestured to Irri, "Go to my room and bring me the box with the short daggers."

Then she turned to one of the Unsullied. "Missandei, help me remove my armor. Ser Barristan, stand guard outside with your men. Let no one disturb me."

"Yes, Your Grace." The group responded in unison.

After over a month of warfare, many soldiers had suffered blade wounds. Dany had already demonstrated "life-saving abdominal surgery" dozens of times before her people.

Barristan and the others had no doubts about her abilities.

Anticipating that her surgical skills would one day be necessary, Dany had started collecting books on anatomy back in Qarth.

And make no mistake—this world had highly advanced anatomical knowledge. The maesters of Oldtown had been studying human dissection for at least 3,000 years.

There was even a brilliant maester named Qyburn who had created his own version of Frankenstein's monster.

To others, Queen Dany was nothing short of a genius—someone who, with just a few medical books and guidance from some healers, had become a skilled medical practitioner.

Hmm... Barristan believed that if the Queen went to Oldtown to take the exams, she would undoubtedly earn her own silver link.

(End of Chapter)

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