Chapter 214: Defeat

Then.

Viserys took a step forward, raising his sword as if intending to end his opponent's life from behind.

However, it seemed as though the Mountain had been waiting for this moment.

"Roar—"

Hearing Viserys approach, this colossal beast fiercely grabbed his enormous sword from the ground and let out a roar, sweeping his blade towards the sound behind him.

This was in fact a trap set by Gregor Clegane.

Pretending to be unable to rise, he aimed to capitalize on Viserys' carelessness following his perceived victory, intending to split the loathsome lad in two with a single swing.

However, much to his disappointment, Viserys seemed to have anticipated this.

With a swift sidestep, he once again avoided the Mountain's surprise attack.

Swoosh—

But Gregor Clegane, taking advantage of Viserys' retreat, struggled to his feet.

This towering hulk wasn't just muscular with superior swordsmanship, he was also extremely cunning.

He tried to bait Viserys, but Viserys wasn't easily fooled.

"Huff~"

"Huff~"

As the Mountain stood, his vast body heaved with his heavy breathing.

Blood still flowed from the wound on his waist where the longsword had struck, staining his black, cold armor with a purplish hue.

"Damned whelp!"

"Today, I will kill you!"

Then, Gregor Clegane once again let out a low roar of fury, his stark black and white eyes filled with madness.

Despite the intense pain at his waist and the blood continuously flowing, he lifted his massive sword and charged once again at Viserys.

The commands of some damned Magister, even if it were Lord Tywin speaking here, would be useless against the Mountain's ferocious temperament.

Today, Ser Gregor Clegane would tear this detestable silver-haired boy to shreds.

The Mountain, wounded and enraged, seemed even faster than in his prime, charging at Viserys like a furious brown bear.

However, facing the clearly enraged Mountain, Viserys remained remarkably calm.

Sigh~

The young man let out a soft breath, then sidestepped the Mountain's charge once again, not forgetting to taunt him.

"Mountain, is that all you've got?"

"Die!"

However, Gregor Clegane ignored Viserys' taunts, continuing his frenzied sweeping of his sword.

"In an instant—"

In the face of this attack, Viserys' eyes flickered with a soft purple glow as he activated his extraordinary ability.

Gregor Clegane's attack appeared incredibly slow in his vision.

Viserys easily sidestepped once again, avoiding the opponent's furious swing.

Then, his longsword again found its mark, accurately piercing through the gaps in the armor into Gregor Clegane's thigh.

Splurt—

Under the palace hall's firelight, the twilight glimmered with the color of the setting sun on his sword, which was stained with the Mountain's blood.

Then, unimpeded, it pierced through his thigh once again.

The battle had become entirely one-sided.

Clang.

With the sound of armor and sword friction, Viserys' sword pierced through the Mountain's thigh, then he effortlessly withdrew his blade and retreated.

"Roar—"

This time, the Mountain truly let out a cry of pain.

Boom.

Like pushing over a mountain of gold and a pillar of jade, he collapsed once again, falling to his knees.

The enormous sword in his hand clattered to the ground, falling a short distance away.

Gregor Clegane was on his knees, both hands on the ground, his helmet slick with beads of sweat as large as beans.

Drip-drip-drip, sweat fell from his helmet's eye slits and breathing holes, hitting the ground.

"Ser Gregor Clegane!"

"What do you think you've accomplished?"

.

"Keep going!"

Yet now, the entire Palace of the Prince of Pentos fell into silence.

Nobody expected this outcome, that Viserys would indeed defeat this terrifying foe, accomplishing a battle that seemed nearly impossible.

And from afar, the magisters of Pentos, standing high above, witnessed this scene with their eyes widened in disbelief, their throats feeling a bit parched.

"The Mad King's son... could he truly be a 'true dragon'?"

Dragons had been extinct for over a hundred years, and just when people started believing they would never return, Viserys hatched them.

Although this feat was accomplished by his sister Daenerys, people were still willing to believe that it was a sign of divine favor.

The Faith of the Seven claimed Viserys was an emissary of the Seven Gods, that the merciful Father Above had crowned him.

The people of Lys believed that Viserys was the son of the Mother Rhoyne, receiving the favor of heaven and earth.

Meanwhile, the followers of R'hllor, under the influence of Melisandre, believed Viserys to be the son of the sun, the reincarnation of Azor Ahai, who would one day wield Lightbringer to vanquish R'hllor's enemies and save the world.

These Princes of Pentos had never seen a dragon, including Illyrio. They had merely heard that the Targaryens had hatched dragons again and wished to seize them.

But now, after Viserys had performed an incredible battle, defeating Ser Gregor "The Mountain" Clegane, it was all too real for them to see.

"Alright, the farce is over."

The old magister with white hair spoke at this moment.

They originally thought it would be a one-sided battle, so they did not stop it. However, Viserys's sudden victory stirred a sense of unease in the old magister.

The old man took a deep breath, preparing to command the end of this game and take Viserys directly.

But at that moment.

Boom—

The palace doors were flung open, and a soldier of Pentos, covered in blood, staggered in from outside the hall.

"Magister!"

"Something terrible has happened!"

...

The Andals have breached the city.

The 200 royal guards led by Viserys were the elite forces selected from various legions, equipped with excellent armor and weapons, naturally possessing formidable combat power.

The Pentoshi underestimated the combat power of these Andal soldiers, and their palace gates were breached in an instant.

Then the battling parties tangled within the palace. Viserys was deep inside the palace, which bought them some time.

But now, Viserys's loyal guards have fought their way in, ready to greet their king.

"What?"

"Damn it, are you all useless!"

Upon hearing this terrible news, the faces of the Pentoshi magisters changed.

"Quick!"

"Take the Mad King's son as a hostage first!"

Then, the magisters of Pentos hastily ordered to take Viserys as a hostage. As long as they had Viserys, even if these people broke in, there would be no major trouble.

However, when it rains, it pours.

Boom—

At that moment, the palace ceiling suddenly shook violently, as if something enormous had landed on the palace roof.

Dust from the ceiling fell down in flurries.

Among the Pentoshi soldiers surrounding Viserys, about a dozen unexpectedly turned traitor without any warning.

Clang—

These men suddenly drew the long swords from their waists and thrust them at their colleagues.

"Kill them!"

"Protect Prince Viserys!"

One of the men with blue hair These men suddenly drew the long swords from their waists and thrust them at their colleagues.

"Kill them!"

"Protect Prince Viserys!"

One of the men, with blue hair and a resolute face, shouted loudly.

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