Game of Thrones: Rise of the Supreme Dragon Queen

At Seagull Dock, at the corner of the canal in the Waterlogged Town, seventy to eighty small wooden boats were gathering one after another.

On this moonless, pitch-black night, the fishermen hung lanterns from poles at the bow of their boats.

In the vast darkness, the faint lights flickered like fireflies.

A cold early winter wind blew across the river, stirring up waves. The lanterns' dim glow scattered across the surface of the water, like countless stars reflected from the sky.

"…John, Jack, Ross, Brusco…"

At the dock, a loud-voiced tax officer stood on a stool, shouting out a list of names toward the river.

Most of the time, whenever a name was called, someone below would raise their hand in response.

If someone was absent, the tax officer would make a mark with his pen in the register.

Finally, waving a stack of parchment in his hand, the loud-voiced man bellowed toward the twinkling lights on the river, "You are all registered fishermen—head to the Purple Port immediately, and bring all your nets!"

"Syndiga, what are we going to Purple Port for? Speak clearly!" Brusco shouted from the bow of his boat.

"Yeah, exactly! You're not telling us anything—how are we supposed to know what to do when we get there?" The named fishermen echoed his sentiment.

These fishermen, like Brusco, lived in Waterlogged Town and made their living fishing the canal waters.

"You all saw it earlier, didn't you? Two demonic dragons dove into the water and burned all fifteen Purple Sail ships in the canal. Just among the soldiers and officers, over five hundred were killed or injured," Syndiga sighed.

"Why did the Sea King have to break his sacred oath? For the next thousand years, Farego the Sea King will be infamous alongside the Rat Cook. I feel ashamed on his behalf," one disgruntled fisherman muttered, even daring to call the Sea King an "old fool."

"That's royal business—how dare a mere fisherman like you speak out of turn?" Syndiga snapped angrily.

"All mortals must die. I'm not afraid of death—what can the government do to me?" A scruffy, gray-haired old man in ragged hemp clothes straightened his neck and declared stiffly.

At the phrase "All mortals must die," the tax officer—who had been preparing to teach this unruly commoner a lesson—immediately backed down.

—Damn, Ross that old geezer has ties to the House of Black and White… not someone to mess with. Better remember that.

With that thought in mind, Syndiga raised his booming voice again, though now his tone had softened. "The demon dragon is burning Purple Port. It's already destroyed seventy to eighty ships—besides warships, there were large ocean vessels. Many were loaded with cargo. It's a tragedy.

Whatever the Sea King may have done, we can debate that tomorrow. Right now, we have to stop the demon dragon and help Braavos reduce its losses."

It's like in the early Qing Dynasty—shout "Heaven and Earth, overthrow the Qing and restore the Ming" and people would immediately know you were part of the Heaven and Earth Society.

If you had a shaved forehead and pressed your palms together with a chant of "Amitabha," people would think you were a monk. Yell "Oh my God," "Jesus," and cross yourself over your chest, and everyone would assume you're a Christian.

"All mortals must die" carried the same weight. At the very least, it indicated that the speaker followed the Many-Faced God and had dealings with the priests of the House of Black and White.

As for Purple Port—

Braavos had three main docks: Grid Dock, Purple Port, and the Ragpicker's Dock.

Grid Dock was the customs dock, located behind the armory. Every ship entering or leaving Braavos had to stop there and submit to inspection by the Sea King's customs officers.

Ragpicker's Dock lay in the southwest of the city—crude, dirty, chaotic, and reserved for foreign merchants.

Purple Port, located in northern Braavos beneath the dome of the Sea King's palace, was exclusively for local Braavosi.

"The demon dragon really went to Purple Port?" The fishermen were first shocked, then found it unsurprising.

The demon dragon had previously declared it would become the Wing of Death and bring catastrophe to Braavos.

Waterlogged Town clearly held less value than Purple Port.

"Purple Port is already ablaze with demonic fire. The sea is on fire. The demon dragon is vicious—it targets large ships and warships specifically. Giant vessels with 800-ton capacity, the world-renowned Purple Sail Fleet—almost completely destroyed."

Syndiga choked up as he spoke and began to cry.

Hearing of such massive loss at Purple Port, the fishermen who had previously grumbled about the Sea King's betrayal now fell silent with solemn expressions.

No matter how shameless the Sea King or government may have been, they were still their king and their nation. No matter how justified the Dragon Queen or the demon dragon's revenge may be, they were still targeting their home.

Ross scratched his disheveled white hair, sighed helplessly, and asked, "What's the use of fishing nets?"

"If we lay down layers of nets near the docks or warships, we can block the demon dragon from approaching," Syndiga quickly replied.

"No way, right? That dragon is fierce—it breathes fire and swims underwater. Our nets weren't even meant for large sea fish. We can't even catch whales—how could they block a dragon a hundred times stronger?" Brusco doubted.

"Of course they can't stop it. But if we have enough, we can tangle its wings, neck, and legs—at least slow it down. Then, while it's struggling, our warships can get close and take it down with a ballista," Syndiga explained.

Soon, hundreds of fishing boats surged out of the canal, heading north along the bay toward the Sea King's palace.

Yes, it wasn't just Waterlogged Town. Fishermen from over a dozen nearby islands had joined.

Hundreds of boats and fishing lanterns—under the watchful eyes of the "scout" White Dragon—looked like a fleet of wishing boats drifting toward Purple Port.

Yes, Little White had arrived too.

Dragonstone Island was no more than 1,500 kilometers from Braavos—only a four-to-five-hour flight.

The only dragon openly entering Braavos through the "main gate" was Big Black.

The surrounding crater ridge could block ships and waves but not dragons.

Little White didn't take the Titan's path. He silently entered Braavos from over ten thousand meters in the air. After nightfall, he quietly landed in the sea west of Waterlogged Town.

—The coastal lower district of Waterlogged Town was flooded, with only half-submerged towers and domes poking above the water. Little White was hiding among these exposed structures.

After delivering Jero to the Green Eel Inn, Dahei also went into hiding.

While Copernicus was slaughtering the Sea King, Xiaobai had already sneaked near the garbage tunnel connected to the riverbed behind the Green Eel Inn.

Dany was merely a spiritual projection—her real body never arrived.

The dragon's main purpose was to rescue Jero. As for the dozen or so assassins in colorful robes downstairs, they were just hired hands, unaware of anything. When Jero hired them, he never revealed his true identity.

The slide passage was not complicated; the garbage tunnel was already in place. A copper pipe connected the space beneath the movable floor to the garbage inlet on the second floor.

Jero Dayne built it himself—no craftsmen knew of its existence.

As soon as he hit the water, Xiaobai found him. The white dragon carried the soon-to-be White Knight upstream through the canal, dove underwater to avoid the warships, then soared into the sky, circling like a reconnaissance aircraft.

With the double dragon spirit in effect, Dahei—though beneath the river—could clearly perceive the situation above the surface. He precisely located each warship and began a savage massacre.

Flooded Town wasn't far from Purple Harbor. After exiting the canal, the port's outer rim was just three to four kilometers north.

The fishermen hadn't located the demonic dragon earlier and didn't realize it was wreaking havoc in Purple Harbor. That was mainly because they feared being caught in its wrath. Like Brusco, they hid in the city's small waterways, with their view blocked by islands and towering buildings.

In fact, once a small boat exited the canal into the bay, one could faintly see the sky glowing red from the flames in the northeast.

Once tidy and clean, with neatly lined ships, Purple Harbor now seemed to be dragged into a blazing inferno by the demonic dragon.

Flames soared skyward, thick smoke billowed, and the air reeked of choking fumes. The fire stretched four to five kilometers, engulfing the semicircular dock beneath the Sea King Palace.

The fishing boat glided past hundreds of shattered hulls drifting like dead leaves on the river, gradually nearing the docks.

The cat even saw countless crewmen and merchants writhing in flames on decks and docks, screaming inhuman cries, pleading for help, and shouting curses in final despair.

They cursed the demonic dragon, cursed the Dragon Queen, and cursed the Sea King and the council who had brought this calamity upon them.

Despite freely swimming around Deepwater Harbor and endlessly unleashing dragonfire, the demonic dragon never stopped monologuing.

After each fire breath that lasted over a minute and set vast fleets ablaze, he would retreat to a safe distance, stretch out his neck for fresh air, and then bellow thunderously.

He would rant about the agreements and oaths between the Braavosi and the Dragon Queen, and how the Braavosi Purple Cloaks, the Council, and the Sea King Palace (which represents the Braavos government) had betrayed those vows and violated guest rights. Then, he would declare his identity—Deathwing—and what that name stood for.

"Awooo— I am Deathwing! The world trembles under my torment! The sinful Sea King Palace crumbles beneath my fury!In the end, the oath-breaking Braavos shall be destroyed.In my shadow, all things turn to ash! In my demonic flames, impurity is cleansed!"

And so, just as Brusco's fishing boat arrived, they caught Death (Dany) Dragon mid-performance.

"Oh gods, Deathwing is terrifying. Purple Harbor is finished—we can't save it," said the cat, holding a bundle of fishing nets, eyes wide with fear.

—Given that this mission might be one-way, Brusco had left his son and daughter behind in Flooded Town and brought the hired cat along, prepared to die himself.

Brusco squinted at the burning harbor. The fire was indeed fierce, but the harbor had been designed with fire prevention in mind.

After all, these were all wooden sailboats. If just one caught fire and there was no protection, wouldn't the blaze spread across the fleet and burn for 800 miles?

He sighed with relief. "It's still salvageable. There are seven to eight hundred ships in Purple Harbor. Though the fire looks terrible, only about a hundred vessels on the outer edge are burning. If we're lucky, we might save half of them."

To be fair, the fishing nets did hinder the dragon.

When Dahei attacked ships with dragonfire, he had to swim belly-up using powerful tail strokes to reach beneath the vessels. His wings tucked against his sides for balance while his mouth spewed fire.

In other words, he couldn't dive too deep—otherwise, the dragonfire would lose its lethality and fail to burn through the thick, solid hulls.

So, by laying layers of fishing nets around the ships, his body would get tangled.

If Dahei had Smaug's physique—hundreds of tons of force, able to break steel pillars with a charge and endure falling mountains—then the nets would be nothing more than floating willow fluff that might obscure his vision but wouldn't impede his movement.

Unfortunately, Dahei could currently carry only half a ton—he couldn't break free from the thickly tangled nets.

After torching seventeen or eighteen small fishing boats and getting half-entangled in netting, Dahei dove deep, retreated to a safe distance, and then soared high into the sky.

"Foolish ants! You have no idea who you've enraged!"

Leaving behind those words, he fled.

(End of chapter)

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