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#458 - Chapter 192: Elegy for the Iron Fleet (Part 2)

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the valiant Victarion, taking the lead, commanded a team of skilled elite archers, launching a frenzied attack on the dragons in the sky.

"Shoot for the eyes!" They gritted their teeth, sending their arrows like a storm towards the behemoth, harboring a faint hope that this dense rain of arrows might hinder the dragon's continued rampage and destruction.

However, the cruel reality rendered their efforts so pale and weak. For the enemy they faced at this moment was Leviathan, the largest and most terrifying of its kind!

With a mere flap of its wings, which blotted out the sky, this beast could easily evade the oncoming ballista bolts; and ordinary arrows couldn't even penetrate the wind pressure generated by its flapping wings.

Suddenly, Leviathan abruptly turned its massive head, opened its bloody maw, and spewed out a dazzling orange-red fireball. This fireball, like a cannonball, hurtled towards the "Iron Victory" at an astonishing speed, initially appearing slow, but closing in within the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Victarion's heart tightened, and he cursed inwardly. Without hesitation, he decisively turned and leaped into the turbulent sea.

Immediately following, with a deafening "BOOM!" the bow of the Iron Victory was instantly shattered, sending splinters flying and flames soaring. The entire ship shook violently, its hull forcefully pushed back a considerable distance by the powerful impact. Had it not been for the warship's immense size and extreme sturdiness, this single blow might have been enough to sink it to the bottom of the sea. However, at this moment, the ship was already engulfed in a sea of fire, with thick smoke billowing and flames raging.

Euron witnessed this breathtaking scene, silently praying for his brother in his heart. At the same time, he fervently pleaded with the Drowned God, hoping the deity would protect him from the dragon's attack. After all, this was a war concerning the survival of the Ironborn! And he bore a heavy responsibility, he had to rack his brains to come up with countermeasures, and do his utmost to protect the few remaining precious troops of the Iron Fleet, and ensure their safe arrival at King's Landing.

Just then, a dragon flew over aggressively at an alarming speed. The raging flames spewing from its mouth were like surging waves, fiercely engulfing everything. One warship after another appeared fragile and powerless in the face of this earth-shattering force, instantly destroyed and shattered into countless wrecks and debris scattered everywhere.

Euron's face turned extremely gloomy, and he unhesitatingly issued instructions, ordering the helmsman to immediately turn the ship around and charge fearlessly towards the milky white dragon. The reason for choosing this white dragon as the target was precisely because it was the smallest in size.

At the same time, Euron bravely took the lead, personally operating a giant scorpion ballista. His firm and powerful hands steadily gripped the handle, aiming the sharp arrow at the white dragon directly in front.

A dense rain of arrows poured down like raindrops, scattering over Viserion's massive and majestic body. However, this powerful dragon seemed somewhat impatient, twisting its thick and powerful body, trying to get rid of these annoying attacks. The incredibly hard dragon scales were like indestructible shields, easily deflecting the arrows one by one.

At this thrilling moment, a huge and powerful heavy crossbow bolt suddenly tore through the sky, carrying unparalleled momentum, rushing like lightning. Its speed was astonishing, as if it was about to pierce through the entire space. In the blink of an eye, this crossbow bolt accurately struck the fragile membrane above Viserion's wing.

The severely injured dragon instantly burst out a deafening, earth-shattering roar of pain. This sound was like thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth, making people tremble with fear. After being injured, Viserion could no longer maintain its original fierce offensive. It was forced to stop its advance, desperately flapping its wings, and struggling to fly towards the distant sky.

Seeing Viserion injured and fleeing, Euron was extremely anxious. He knew that this was a golden opportunity. If he couldn't seize the opportunity to give the opponent a fatal blow, he would probably face a greater threat in the future. Therefore, he decisively ordered other warships to continue attacking with ballistae, but adjusting the angle of the ballistae was not an easy task. Despite the soldiers' frantic operations, six or seven heavy crossbow bolts fired in succession still missed the target, with the closest two even brushing past Viserion.

"Damn it! Just a little bit more!" Euron angrily waved his fist and slammed it hard against the railing beside him. With a crisp cracking sound, the sturdy railing snapped. He calmed his agitated emotions slightly, and then decisively issued an order: "There is no more chance, retreat! As long as we can reach King's Landing, we can ensure our own safety." With that, he led the battered Iron Fleet, accelerating forward with all their might, quickly putting a safe distance between them and the receding dragon.

Unfortunately, good times are always fleeting. Just when everyone thought they could temporarily relax, something unexpected happened—another dragon, even more ferocious and brutal than before, revealed its hideous face again, opening its bloody mouth, waving its sharp claws, and pouncing aggressively. That's right, it was Drogon! It had come to avenge its dead brother.

Drogon swooped down like a bolt of lightning, landing firmly on the gunwale of the medium-sized warship. The impact of its massive body caused the entire warship to tremble and shake. Then, its huge and sharp claws began to tear and scratch frantically, splattering blood and scattering limbs, the scene was horrible, simply a living hell. Not only that, those originally sturdy sails and railings became fragile in the face of Drogon's powerful strength, easily broken and torn apart by its strong wings. After this rampage, there was hardly a living soul left on the entire deck. Until the surrounding warships came to reinforce, Drogon kicked hard with its legs, flapped its wings again, and soared into the clouds.

At the same time, even Leviathan launched an attack under Liu Yuan's command. Unlike ordinary fire dragons, Leviathan had a more advanced fire-breathing organ, already capable of shooting fireballs. These orange-red hot fireballs smashed towards the warships like falling stars, causing earth-shattering explosions upon contact. Some unlucky ships were blown to pieces and vanished on the spot.