Chapter 413: Have You Ever Seen a Palm Strike Descend from the Heavens?

As the caster who created this miracle, Melisandre gasped for breath, nearly falling off her horse. The red gem on her chest dimmed significantly, but her eyes remained bright, not the least bit dull, for at this moment, her recent doubts were resolved.

"So... this was your intention?"

Only now did Melisandre finally understand the strange revelation given by the Lord of Light.

She looked up at the sky illuminated by the flames, her red hair fluttering in the cold wind, and murmured to herself.

Thud, thud...

The knights around her, their weapons ignited with flames, heard Qhogo's command. They passed by Melisandre, heading into the distance, ready to strike at the rear of the White Walkers.

...

Meanwhile, at the front line.

The explosion of wildfire swept across the river, the green flames burning continuously on the surface of the water, halting the advance of the army of the dead.

The Night King, whose skeletal horse had been melted by Viserys' dragon fire in the first Battle of the Twins, was now standing on the ground, hidden among the army of the dead.

He had just extinguished the wildfire burning on the surface of the Green Fork, and once again laid a path of ice on the rushing river.

However, at this moment.

Whoosh~

Tens of thousands of torches suddenly lit up behind the army of the dead, illuminating the entire sky as bright as day.

Including the Night King, countless wights and the ancestors of House Stark couldn't help but turn their heads.

The Night King, wearing a crown of ice and carrying an ancient stone sword on his back, turned to look at the flames behind him. The icy blue flames in his eyes were jumping violently, suggesting that his heart was not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

But at the same time.

Whoosh...

A huge shadow pierced through the snowstorm, diving down from the sky with a loud dragon's roar.

"Finally—"

Viserys, gripping the saddle ring on the dragon's back, stared intently at the Night King hidden among the countless army of the dead on the ground.

"I've found you!"

The next second.

Boom—

A torrent of dragon fire rained down, the intense flames washing over the ground, turning countless wights into ashes under Balerion's fire.

Since the explosion of the wildfire, Viserys had been trying hard to find the Night King. Wildfire could burn on the surface of the water, so if the Night King didn't personally extinguish these flames, the army of the dead couldn't continue to cross the Green Fork under the cover of night to attack the allied forces' line.

Viserys was waiting for the Night King, hidden in the vast sea of corpses, to expose himself.

And as expected, the Night King finally couldn't help but take action.

He extinguished the flames of the wildfire, but at the same time, he also exposed his own position.

Balerion was extremely sensitive to the existence of magic, especially when the other party was primarily using ice magic, which was as eye-catching as a lamp in the dark.

The moment the Night King took action, he attracted Viserys' attention, and then the dragon pierced through the snowstorm and landed directly on his face.

Meanwhile, the White Walkers and the famous Kings of the North from history, who were scattered among the army of the dead, all turned their heads to look in this direction.

They sensed that the Night King was in trouble, under direct attack from the dragon.

But they didn't dare to approach directly, because while the Night King could resist the dragon's flames, they couldn't. This opponent was not meant for them.

On the ground.

Boom—

A huge pillar of fire descended from the sky, violently striking the ground. The dragon flapped its wings, hovering in mid-air, letting out a deafening roar.

All the wights near the Night King had been turned to ash by the dragon fire, clearing a patch of empty land in the vast army of the dead.

The Night King, wearing a crown of ice, was still kneeling on the ground, in the center of this empty land, holding up his ancient stone sword, resisting the impact of the dragon fire.

After an unknown amount of time, the dragon fire finally stopped.

"Roar—"

The dragon couldn't spew fire endlessly. The huge black dragon let out a reluctant roar, then spread its wings and flew into the distance.

Seeing the black dragon leave, the Night King finally lowered the stone sword he was holding up, and then stood up.

He looked at the retreating figure of the black dragon, his eyes burning with blue flames were indifferent, and seemed to carry a hint of mockery.

The same trick had been used twice by humans, but dragon fire was not enough to kill him.

However, at this moment.

Before the Night King could fully stand up, a figure suddenly descended from the sky, illuminated by the fire and wrapped in the snowstorm.

Whoosh~

He pierced through the white snowstorm, the wind howling in his ears, as he rapidly descended.

"Die!"

The man, clad in bright silver Valyrian steel armor, wearing a white plume helmet, his violet eyes shining brightly in the not yet extinguished dragon fire.

Viserys descended from the sky, his sword Dawn aimed straight at the Night King.

Meanwhile, on the ground.

The Night King seemed to sense someone above him and suddenly looked up.

Then he saw the dragon rider descending from the sky in the firelight.

The flames in the Night King's eyes jumped, becoming more intense.

He let out a roar like the cracking of ice, and once again blocked his body with the stone sword in his hand, trying to block Viserys' attack.

However, Viserys' figure descending from the sky turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared in an instant.

The Night King's eyes narrowed, the flames in his eye sockets jumping even more violently.

And the next second.

Swish—

A crimson longsword stabbed towards the Night King's heart from behind.

But the Night King's reaction was quick, he turned his head abruptly, his cold eyes looking directly at Viserys.

This was the first time the two of them had faced each other one-on-one.

Clang—

The stone sword in the Night King's hand and Dawn in Viserys' hand collided violently, sparks flying.

"Such powerful strength."

In the raging snowstorm, Viserys descended from the sky, jumped off the dragon, and engaged the Night King in a one-on-one duel. The wights around them had been cleaned up by the dragon fire, and no one would disturb them.

Viserys had tried to assassinate the Night King from behind after his figure changed, but the Night King had reacted.

When the swords collided, Viserys immediately felt a bone-chilling cold and strength, his face changing slightly.

However, Viserys reacted quickly, not shocked by the Night King's terrifying strength.

His other hand had already drawn a Valyrian steel dagger.

Gripping the handle, he stabbed towards the Night King's abdomen.

"Die!"