Chapter 97: A True Dragon Fears No Fire
Tyrosh, Purple Palace, Steel Gate Passage
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Under Saeraes Moss's command, several soldiers Jon had not noticed suddenly hurled countless leather sacks into the passage behind the iron portcullis.
It seemed these were the men Saeraes Moss had secretly arranged earlier. Clearly shaken by Jon's methods, he had resorted to using these oil-filled bags.
"It's broken! It's broken! That strange barrier is gone!"
"Hurry! Attack!"
At that moment, the soldiers positioned along the passage suddenly erupted in excited shouts.
When Jon turned to look, he saw that the Tyroshi soldiers—previously blocked by his Light Magic Array—had already broken through the barrier.
"Boom..."
However, just a few steps forward, they were struck once again—
By the magic item, Fire Bomb.
Both the Fire Bomb and the Light Magic Array were system items originally designed for defensive gameplay. In reality, they manifested as area-of-effect magical traps, each covering roughly three meters by three meters.
It was precisely because Jon had earlier sent a Giant Poison Spider ahead to deploy these items that he had dared to hold this position alone.
After recognizing the enemy's intent, Jon immediately switched tactics.
Once again, he summoned the dark magic—Molten Flow.
As Dark Sister transformed into its scepter form, a black sphere of light gathered at its tip.
"Buzz... buzz... buzz..."
"What is that?"
"Be careful!"
Since this was the first time Jon had used Molten Flow here, the Tyroshi soldiers gathered near the iron gate had no idea what they were facing.
That moment of hesitation—
Was fatal.
Black flames erupted violently.
In an instant, countless soldiers were swallowed by the attack.
The sudden explosion of energy threw the formation into chaos, and in the confusion, a torch fell to the ground.
"Boom..."
The oil-filled sacks ignited.
Flames spread rapidly through the ranks of the Tyroshi soldiers, turning man after man into living torches.
"Damn it!"
Watching from afar, Saeraes Moss cursed loudly.
"Pass my order! Throw all the oil barrels forward!"
"Use planks, use lever arms—use anything you can to launch them!"
"I want that bastard to know what it feels like to be burned alive!"
At his command, another group of soldiers rushed to the rear.
Jon, clad in heavy armor, was nearly impossible to kill through conventional means.
Saeraes Moss understood clearly—
To defeat Jon, he would need another approach.
And fire—
Was the best weapon he had.
He knew well that flames did not need to directly consume a man to kill him.
Under extreme heat—
Even the strongest warrior could be roasted alive.
To keep Jon distracted, Saeraes Moss ordered continuous oil attacks beneath the Inspection Room.
His goal was simple—
Either burn the structure—
Or ignite the entire passage.
"Clank... Clank..."
Amid the grinding of heavy metal, a gap large enough for a single man finally appeared in the massive steel gates of the Purple Palace.
At the same time, outside the city walls—
A brutal siege was underway.
Countless sellswords, under their captains' command, pushed modified siege carts forward.
Arrows rained down from the murder holes above the Outer Fort, while Tyroshi defenders poured lamp oil from above.
Because of Jon's earlier destruction, only about thirty percent of the defensive equipment remained operational.
It was precisely because of this weakness—
That the allied forces dared to advance.
These specially designed fireproof carts resembled covered wagons, their roofs layered with wet cloth and packed earth.
This construction prevented burning oil from igniting the men beneath.
Each cart was also loaded with sand and soil—
Ready to extinguish flames at a moment's notice.
For such manpower-intensive warfare, Jon had never intended to rely solely on the Unsullied.
In truth, his raid on the Tyroshi treasury had always been about this—
Using gold to attract desperate men to fight.
With coin in their pockets and protection from the carts, the sellswords displayed astonishing resolve.
Just as Jon continued unleashing Molten Flow upon the defenders—
The first sellsword broke through the gate.
"Woooooo..."
The deep sound of a war horn echoed through the narrow passage, shaking the hearts of the Tyroshi soldiers besieging Jon.
"Kill them all!"
"We've broken into the Purple Palace!"
"Hahaha!"
More and more sellswords surged through the opening, their battle cries filling the corridor.
"Ready! Fire!"
At that moment, the Tyroshi forces at the rear completed their preparations.
Using crude lever mechanisms and makeshift catapults, they hurled barrel after barrel of lamp oil beneath the Inspection Room.
Even as this happened, Jon continued to fire his longbow, targeting officers and operators.
But there were simply too many enemies.
"Ignite!"
"Charge!"
Amid the clash of both armies, torches were thrown toward the oil-soaked ground beneath the portcullis.
"Rumble... BOOM..."
A massive inferno erupted—
Even more terrifying than Jon's Hellfire.
Flames surged upward, following the flow of burning oil, crashing directly into the advancing sellswords.
Some, caught in their excitement, were instantly engulfed.
Though those behind carried sand and soil—
It was useless against such overwhelming fire.
"Let's see how you survive this now..."
Watching the entire Inspection Room engulfed in flames, Saeraes Moss spoke with grim satisfaction.
"Clank... Clank..."
But then—
From within the inferno—
Came the sound of metal grinding.
Even through the flames, the Tyroshi could see it—
The iron portcullis—
Rising.
"How is this possible?!"
"How can a man survive that?! He should be dead!"
Saeraes Moss lost his composure entirely.
Before anyone could answer—
Something even more terrifying occurred.
"Whoosh... whoosh..."
A wave of unnatural cold spread through the flames.
"Boom... Crack..."
Under the clash of extreme heat and freezing force—
The wall before Jon shattered open.
"Whoosh... whoosh... whoosh..."
Jon descended through the flames—
Like a god made manifest.
Under the suppressive power of blizzard magic, the inferno began to die.
"I am Aegon Targaryen."
"I am the blood of the true dragon."
"By blood and fire, shall rise again."
"Who will bear witness for me?"
"Who will fight for me?"
As the flames receded, Jon stood revealed—
Clad in black armor, a blood-red cloak flowing behind him.
"I bear witness!"
The sellswords roared in response.
Before the Tyroshi could react—
Jon transformed Dark Sister into its greatsword form.
"Bang..."
With Hellfire enchantment, flames surged along the blade.
At the sight of that massive burning sword—
The already shaken Tyroshi soldiers lost all will to resist.
"Pfft..."
Moving like the wind, Jon cut down multiple soldiers in a single swing.
Heads flew.
Blood sprayed.
"Our homes are behind us—ah—!"
A purple-haired officer tried to rally the men—
But Jon cleaved him in half before he could finish.
"Monster!"
"Run!"
"Mother!"
"I don't want to die!"
Moments ago, these same soldiers had mocked those who fled.
Now—
Facing Jon—
They understood true terror.
"Death to deserters!"
Cutting down a fleeing man himself, Saeraes Moss roared in fury.
But there were too many fleeing.
Even he and his guards could not stop the collapse.
"My lord! Watch out—!"
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