Chapter 140: Vhagar vs. The Devourer
"Get away! I don't need your help!"
Just as Rhaenyra was about to check on her husband's injuries, Daemon pushed her aside and struggled to get up on his own.
*Pfft—*
The moment he stood, he gasped for breath and coughed up a mouthful of clotted blood.
Swaying unsteadily, he staggered toward Rhaegar, picked up the remnants of a wooden chair, and raised it high, ready to strike again.
"Stop!"
Rhaenyra, terrified and in complete panic, instinctively clutched Rhaegar tightly and turned to shield him with her body.
"Move aside!"
Before Rhaegar could even collapse, he quickly pulled Rhaenyra to the side and grabbed her chair.
Compared to the dazed and unsteady Daemon, Rhaegar moved as if uninjured—his strikes were still swift and ruthless.
Before Daemon's attack could land, Rhaegar had already swung the wooden chair sideways, smashing it into Daemon's legs.
*Crash…*
The second wooden chair shattered into pieces. Daemon was instantly knocked off his feet, his head slamming heavily onto the cold floor.
"Enough! Stop this at once!"
Seeing this, Corlys paled in shock and rushed forward to intervene.
But from the side, Lyonel suddenly charged in, his burly body blocking Corlys's path, his eyes sharp and unwavering.
"What is the meaning of this?"
Corlys glared at him furiously.
Lyonel squared his shoulders and said in a deep voice, "We have already honored Princess Rhaenys's request. It is now the second day!"
Despite his bulk, his weight was simply middle-aged stoutness.
In his youth, he had been a warrior capable of wielding a warhammer, and his eldest son, Harwin, had inherited his powerful genes.
Seeing his father being blocked, Laenor's expression darkened.
The moment he tried to stand, a greasy dining knife was suddenly pressed against his throat, forcing him to freeze.
Turning his head, he saw Aegon holding the knife in one hand, his face twisted with excitement.
"Stay put, cousin," Aegon whispered with a sinister smirk.
He, too, was a true Targaryen, with the madness of their blood running deep—he would not allow such an entertaining spectacle to be interrupted.
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Meanwhile, the battle between the two dragons raged on.
Caraxes had, at the very least, seen war and was not lacking in combat experience.
In the chaos, its claws pierced into the Devourer's underbelly, attempting to disembowel its opponent.
"Hisss—Gaaah!"
The Devourer would not fall so easily. It roared furiously, kicking wildly with its hind legs and forcefully shoving Caraxes away.
Flapping its wings, the black dragon swiftly ascended, circling the now-unstable Caraxes.
Soon, it found an opening.
With a powerful dive, the Devourer plunged down, maw wide open, aiming straight for its enemy's throat.
*Boom!*
Sensing imminent danger, Caraxes unleashed a relentless torrent of dragonfire, trying to force back the charging black dragon.
Its firestorm was unyielding, seemingly endless.
But the Devourer, relying on its thick hide and sheer resilience, barreled through the flames with its eyes shut.
Realizing that its flames were ineffective, Caraxes abruptly ceased its fire-breathing and twisted its slender body, narrowly dodging the oncoming attack.
"Hisss—Gaaah!"
The Devourer was even faster. With deadly precision, it clamped its jaws onto Caraxes's tail and yanked hard.
A dragon's tail was crucial for balance. The moment it was attacked, Caraxes instinctively turned to snap at the Devourer's neck.
*Boom!*
The Devourer released its grip and retaliated in kind, spewing a searing blast of dragonfire. Caraxes let out a piercing shriek of pain.
*Splat!*
Seizing the moment, the Devourer flapped its wings and lunged forward, sinking its teeth deep into Caraxes's wing.
In an instant, dragon blood splattered across the night sky.
As Caraxes howled in agony, the Devourer's eyes burned with savage hunger. It bit down harder, tearing viciously at flesh, and with a powerful jerk, it ripped open one of Caraxes's wings.
"Hisss—Gaaah!"
With its wing severely injured, Caraxes was suddenly reminded of the stormy night seven years ago—when it had used the same attack to bring down another dragon into the sea.
Overwhelmed by fear, it thrashed wildly, unleashing bursts of dragonfire to scorch the Devourer's head.
The Devourer twisted its neck away from the flames, its claws digging into Caraxes's flesh as it aimed for its throat.
"Hisss—Gaaah!"
Just then, a thunderous dragon roar echoed through the night sky, thick with fury.
The next second—
A monstrous beast, as colossal as a mountain, burst through the clouds, its gaping maw lunging at the unsuspecting Devourer.
Sensing the impending threat, the Devourer instinctively yanked Caraxes's neck, using it as a shield.
*Boom!*
An overwhelming force struck.
The Devourer was sent spiraling out of control, plummeting toward the earth.
"Hisss—Gaaah!"
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**Koraxion, trapped in the middle, let out a miserable scream as he plummeted downward.**
At that moment, the Gluttonous One caught sight of the massive beast that had ambushed them.
It was Vhagar, her eyes filled with savage brutality.
Dragons are creatures that mirror the temperament of their riders.
As Rhaegar and Daemon clashed, the Gluttonous One launched an attack on Koraxion.
Laenor, concerned for Daemon, prompted Vhagar to come to the aid of her longtime companion, Koraxion.
However, in her rescue attempt, she ended up slamming into Koraxion with devastating force.
The three dragons became entangled in a chaotic struggle, with the Gluttonous One positioned dangerously on his back, closest to the ground.
Vhagar's strength, though immense, was not infinite. The force of her collision began to wane, and the Gluttonous One quickly flapped his wings, breaking free from his downward trajectory.
"Hissss—Graaah!"
Vhagar locked onto the Gluttonous One. The moment he fled, she gave chase.
The two titanic dragons vanished into the night, leaving the battered Koraxion finally free to move. He managed to flap his one uninjured wing, slowing his fall just before impact, narrowly avoiding death.
Even so, he crashed onto the shallow shoreline below, letting out a wretched, piercing cry.
He writhed on the ground like a massive red serpent.
Above, Vhagar and the Gluttonous One raced across the sky, their pursuit whipping up fierce winds that swept across half of Tidemark Isle.
The Gluttonous One used the cover of darkness to vanish into the clouds, planning to ambush his opponent as he had before.
But Vhagar, with far more battle experience, was not so easily deceived. She pursued relentlessly, spewing torrents of dragonfire in all directions, illuminating the night with a flood of orange light.
"Hissss—Graaah!"
The Gluttonous One burst through the flames, eyes filled with bloodlust, and lunged at Vhagar, sinking his fangs deep into her thick neck.
"Hissss—Graaah!"
"Hissss—Graaah!"
Their savage battle had only just begun, but their roars had already awakened the entire island.
The first to appear was a crimson-scaled dragon with a fierce, spiked crown—Vermithor.
Close behind was a slightly smaller dragon, its body a pale silvery-gray—Silverwing.
At the sight of the Gluttonous One sinking his teeth into Vhagar, both dragons immediately roared in fury.
Simultaneously, two equally large golden-scaled dragons emerged from the night sky.
The four dragons hovered at a distance, their agitation rising.
"Hissss—Graaah!"
The most striking of them, Sunfyre, was also the most temperamental. His slitted pupils locked onto the larger Meraxes, and with a furious snarl, he charged.
Sunfyre was astonishingly bold—he had dared to challenge Dreamfyre before, and now, he showed no fear of Meraxes.
"Hissss—Graaah!"
His attack signaled the start of the battle. Seasmoke let out a defiant roar and dove straight at the raging Syrax.
In an instant, six dragons clashed in pairs, their massive forms tangling in the heavens.
Their deafening roars echoed across Tidemark Isle, rousing thousands of people from their sleep.
Against the pitch-black sky, dragonfire erupted in a dazzling display of gold, crimson, orange, and eerie green.
"Hissss—Graaah!"
The battle grew ever more brutal. The Gluttonous One clamped down harder on Vhagar's neck, his talons piercing through her thick scales.
Despite years of growth, he was still only about a quarter smaller than her.
With his superior speed, he was not without a fighting chance.
"Raaahh!"
Vhagar let out a deep, rumbling snarl as blood dripped from her wounded throat. Her claws struck fast, raking across the Gluttonous One's belly with a sickening tear, opening a deep, bloody gash.
The enraged elder dragon would teach the younger one the price of defiance.
Vhagar was a true behemoth—a dragon of legend, 169 years old, her size utterly monstrous.
The Gluttonous One, still under a hundred, had yet to reach his peak.
Even so, he could still put up a fight.
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*(End of Chapter)*