Chapter 96: The Final Struggle
Tyrosh, Purple Palace, Gate Inspection Room
"Kill them!..."
"Boom..."
Amidst the frenzied battle cries of the Tyroshi soldiers, Jon once again unleashed a blast of Hellfire. The massive pillar of flame instantly engulfed the soldiers who had already rushed to the corner of the passage.
Under the scorching heat of the high-temperature fire, the most ferocious soldiers at the front were instantly reduced to burning figures. The flames fed upon the fat of their bodies, erupting with even greater intensity.
"Aaaaah..."
Watching those soldiers fall, Jon shook his head somewhat helplessly. Their actions were completely futile, serving only to increase casualties.
However, the opposing commander paid no heed and continued to desperately send wave after wave of soldiers forward. This was already the countless assault, yet the enemy still poured in without hesitation.
Hellfire was an extremely powerful fire-based spell capable of releasing a massive, sustained pillar of flame that inflicted continuous damage upon enemies. It had once been one of the most iconic spells within the system.
The opposing commander clearly believed that this tactic would steadily exhaust Jon's mental strength, which was why he continued sending soldiers forward without regard for losses.
Since the Inspection Room remained under Jon's control, the Tyroshi plan to break through the iron gate and prevent the opening of the main steel gates had already failed.
Under Jon's magic and relentless archery, countless Tyroshi soldiers fell where they stood, utterly powerless to resist.
Although another of the Giant Poison Spiders Jon had deployed had been slain during the fighting, Jon had already committed all of his hidden forces.
Thus, his current objective was simple—
Continue holding these Tyroshi soldiers here, preventing them from interfering with the entry of his army into the city.
Even after the steel gates of the Purple Palace were opened, the narrow passage beneath Jon's feet—barely wide enough for two wagons—would still severely limit the advance of his forces.
Therefore, Jon's task was far from complete.
He still had to hold this position—
Until his coalition forces fully entered Tyrosh.
Thanks to the unique defensive design of the Tyroshi fortress, Jon was now accomplishing something that belonged more to legend than reality—
Holding back an entire army alone.
"Continue the attack!"
Seeing the towering pillar of flame finally dissipate, Saeraes Moss—protected behind layers of soldiers—quickly shouted the order.
"Swish... Bang bang..."
Jon locked onto the old man's position through sound alone and immediately loosed a feathered arrow.
However—
The iron arrow formed by the system was deflected mid-air.
The red-haired sellsword knight stepped forward, his spear dancing in a dense blur, forming an impenetrable barrier before Saeraes Moss and shattering the arrow into fragments.
This was not an act of arrogance—
But caution.
Earlier, he had underestimated Jon's attack, expecting only a normal arrow. Instead, Jon had fired an energy-infused shot, and the shattered fragments had nearly injured Saeraes Moss.
Since then, every time Jon attempted to snipe the commander, the knight would go all out, ensuring that none of Jon's attacks reached their target.
"The spear in that man's hand is at least on the level of a Valyrian steel weapon… otherwise, how could it be this powerful?"
After firing another warning shot, Jon did not switch Dark Sister into its staff form. Instead, he continued using it as a longbow, targeting the distant Tyroshi soldiers preparing to operate scorpions.
"That sorcerer is out of power! Attack!"
"May the Three-Faced God protect us—let this intruder be devoured by the Stranger!"
"Charge!..."
Seeing that the pillar of flame did not reappear, the Tyroshi soldiers became frenzied.
They had always believed Saeraes Moss's words.
So when they realized that Jon was no longer casting the same devastating spell—
They surged forward like madmen.
In this world, sorcerers and magic were regarded as mysterious and terrifying forces.
Few would dare use magic openly in battle, as the risks and conditions were too severe.
The only widely acknowledged example of magic in warfare remained the dragons of .
Even many Maesters believed dragons were merely a unique species rather than magical creations, claiming the Valyrians had simply mastered a method of controlling them.
"Boom..."
"Aaaaah..."
Just as several soldiers charged forward, one of them stepped onto something beneath his feet—
A hidden trigger.
A pillar of fire erupted violently into the sky, consuming all those nearby.
Unlike the earlier flames, this one burned with a strange purple hue, appearing even more unnatural and terrifying.
The flesh of those touched by the fire began to rot and ulcerate, while the parts of their bodies untouched by the flames remained completely intact.
Fortunately, the duration of the flames was short—lasting only ten seconds.
But as the surviving soldiers prepared to advance again—
"Boom..."
Another pillar of fire erupted from the ground.
This time, fewer soldiers were caught in it.
Soon, the Tyroshi began to notice the pattern.
They sent a single soldier forward—
And another pillar of fire was triggered.
Realizing this might be a magical trap, they began forcing slaves ahead.
After sacrificing ten lives in succession, the hidden fire traps finally ceased activating.
Believing they had found a solution, the Tyroshi soldiers surged forward once more.
Only to meet a new obstacle.
As they charged together, their advance was abruptly halted—
Their heads slamming violently into an invisible barrier.
The soldiers behind, unaware of what had happened, continued pushing forward.
In the chaos, more than ten men were forced off the elevated passage.
From a height of over ten meters—
Their fate was either death or crippling injury.
This sudden development left the Tyroshi stunned—
And Saeraes Moss utterly shaken.
Jon's endless arsenal of methods filled him with dread.
As he watched the steel gates slowly opening—
A desperate plan began to take shape in his mind.
"Sandy, take a few men and bring all the wildfire!"
After issuing the order to a nearby guard, Saeraes Moss turned toward Jon's position with a grim expression.
The Inspection Room had been constructed with fire prevention in mind, meaning most supplies—including wildfire—were stored on the upper levels.
Earlier, someone had suggested using fire to attack the structure.
But after observing the towering stone gatehouse, Saeraes Moss had dismissed the idea.
The binding materials used in construction—crafted by Maesters and alchemists—were incredibly durable.
As a result, most structures in this world were sturdier and taller than those of medieval Westeros.
The Purple Palace had been built using exceptional stone and binding compounds.
Destroying the Inspection Room or control room with fire—
Was impossible.
Saeraes Moss's true intention—
Was to slow Jon's forces.
If the Archons within the Purple Palace could escape—
Then Tyrosh would still have a chance.
But if they were all captured here—
Tyrosh would fall completely.
To ensure success, Saeraes Moss ordered his men to move with extreme caution, fearing Jon's sharp perception.
In the earlier battle, several of his elite archers had already been killed by Jon.
No matter how they hid or ambushed—
They were always discovered.
It was as if Jon possessed multiple pairs of eyes watching the battlefield from above.
In truth—
That assumption was not entirely wrong.
Across the battlefield, owls, snakes, rats, cats, and even hounds had all become Jon's eyes.
Through them, he observed everything—
Without blind spots.
The power of a Dragonlord surpassed even that of a skinchanger.
It allowed control over countless creatures—
And the sharing of their vision.
Thus, when the guards carrying oak barrels filled with wildfire quietly advanced—
Jon had already detected them.
He raised his longbow and took aim at one of the hidden men.
"Swish..."
"Pfft..."
With terrifying force, the arrow pierced straight through the man's eye socket.
He collapsed instantly—
Without even a scream.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
In the moments that followed, Jon repeatedly fired, cutting down the guards transporting wildfire one after another.
"Eh... these men in the back don't look like guards… could it be—"
After killing several targets, Jon suddenly realized—
Something was wrong.
"Now! Throw the wildfire—quickly!"
At that very moment—
Saeraes Moss's voice rang out loudly from within the crowd.
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