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#474 - Chapter 208: The Land Where Gods Fell (Part 3)

Cersei took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and turned to Qyburn beside her, asking with a hint of doubt in her voice, "Qyburn, are those ballistae you developed really capable of killing such a massive creature?"

Qyburn looked at Cersei with confidence. He said in an unquestionable tone, "Your Majesty, please trust my judgment and inventions. After repeated experiments, my dragon-hunting ballistae possess enough power to easily penetrate the incredibly hard dragon bones. Theoretically speaking, as long as we can accurately hit the target, it is entirely possible to kill that terrifying dragon. Of course... there is an important prerequisite, we must successfully hit it."

Cersei heard the implication in Qyburn's words. She knew very well that Qyburn was reminding her that the training level of the crossbowmen needed to be improved. Recalling the scene that had just happened, the dragon had left triumphantly, yet her crossbowmen had not even completed their shooting preparations, not even firing a single arrow.

Thinking of this, Cersei suddenly turned around, her eyes like torches staring straight at a military officer standing beside her, and scolded sternly, "Ser Joslyn Stawnd! Look at these so-called dragon-hunting crossbowmen of yours! Such a terrible performance is utterly disappointing! I'll spare you this time, but if a similar situation occurs again, I will order someone to throw you off the wall!"

Hearing this ruthless rebuke, Ser Joslyn turned pale with fright, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He quickly wiped away the sweat with his sleeve and replied tremblingly, "Your Majesty, please calm your anger! Rest assured, I will do my best to desperately train these ignorant fools. If anyone dares to be negligent or lazy in training, you won't even need to lift a finger; I will personally throw them off the wall as punishment!"

Kevan, who had been silent all along, couldn't help but speak up at this moment. His stern face looked even more gloomy, "The most urgent task at present should be to send people to all parts of the city to appease the panicked people. Otherwise, I'm afraid that before the Dragon Queen leads her army to attack, our King's Landing will have already become a war-torn and dilapidated ruin."

The crowd followed his gaze, and the city was visibly in chaos, with smoke already rising. It had only been a short time, yet fires had already broken out in the city.

Tommen looked around, his face becoming more and more gloomy. "Where is Ser Adam Marbrand?" His voice was cold.

"Your Majesty, Ser Marbrand is leading a garrison into the northern district," a guard replied.

Margaery took his arm and said softly, "Your Majesty, with Ser Marbrand in charge of the riots in the city, there won't be any problems."

"Send someone to notify Ser Adam to quell the riots as soon as possible," Tommen ordered. "Also, the Tyrell's city defense forces must strengthen their vigilance to prevent the Dragon Queen's army from launching a surprise attack."

The crowd obeyed the order and left. Cersei's gaze remained on Tommen. She was very pleased that her youngest son seemed to have suddenly grown up.

Leaving aside the people in King's Landing, Leviathan swiftly swept over the south bank of the Blackwater Rush like a cloud. The Ironborn, who had been scattered in the sea battle, were camping here. After several fierce battles, only a mere sixteen thousand Ironborn managed to escape and land on the south bank. Considering that these Ironborn might cause trouble if they were placed in the city, they were arranged on the south bank of the Blackwater Rush.

Just as Leviathan roared over the heads of these frightened Ironborn, who had personally experienced the fear brought by the dragon not long ago, their morale, which had finally recovered, collapsed once again. Countless Ironborn screamed in horror, desperately burrowing into the dense forest like headless flies.

Leviathan sped forward like lightning. In just a few hours, it had arrived above Storm's End. Liu Yuan had never set foot in Storm's End before. This time, passing through this place, he specifically instructed Leviathan to fly closer.

After the enormous dragon leisurely circled in the sky a few times, the entire castle was clearly displayed before his eyes. Storm's End stood proudly on the coast, appearing slightly larger than the depictions in the illustrations, but overall, it was nothing particularly outstanding.

However, what was striking was that an extremely considerable number of troops had gathered outside the city. A preliminary estimate put the number at over twenty thousand.

Aegon VI, who was passionately giving a mobilization speech to the army, suddenly widened his eyes as if he had seen something extremely incredible, his mouth agape, staring straight at the sky. In that instant, Jon Connington did not hesitate to lunge at Aegon, quickly shielding him and pressing him beneath himself.

The first to be affected were the warhorses and other livestock, which sensed the presence of a top predator and fled in terror. The originally orderly army instantly fell into chaos, and the soldiers panicked, making the scene difficult to control. After all, many people had grown up listening to legends about dragons, and now that this legendary beast had truly appeared before their eyes, the shock and impact were too strong.

Especially the soldiers of the Golden Company, most of whom came from the distant continent of Essos. On that land, they had suffered thousands of years of ravage and devastation by the Valyrians and dragons. Therefore, compared to the Westerosi, their fear of dragons was deeper and more ingrained.

However, the dragon soaring in the air turned a blind eye to the chaos below, leisurely circling and slowly rotating around the castle. At this time, Jon Connington's heart was in his throat again, because he knew that Arianne was currently inside Storm's End! All along, the connection between the royal court and Dorne had depended on Arianne to maintain it. If she were to encounter misfortune, it would likely lead to a split between the two.

And Aegon's entire attention was completely drawn to the behemoth above his head, especially when he noticed the mysterious figure on the dragon's back, a feeling of indescribable curiosity and awe welled up in his heart, a kind of inexpressible envy. As a member of the Targaryen family, he had always longed to have his own dragon.

Liu Yuan casually glanced at Storm's End before indifferently shifting his gaze away. He gently stroked Leviathan's hard and smooth dragon neck, communicating silently. As the dragon suddenly flapped its wings, it quickly soared into the air like a golden lightning bolt, rushing towards the vast ocean. In the blink of an eye, the dragon and the figure on its back completely disappeared from people's sight, leaving behind a group of dumbfounded and astonished onlookers.