There are only a few summaries of this great battle in the history books, but in reality, it was a scene of swords and swords, cruel and bloody in the throne room.
Daemon Dragonshield led a group of personal guards into the Red Keep, hoping to end this battle with a final word.
As long as the emperor of the Valyrian Empire dies, the battle in King's Landing will soon end. At that time, the rebels can seize the time to better consolidate the city's defenses, recharge their batteries, and wait for the next challenge from the royalist armies of other factions.
However, perhaps Damon did not expect that this emperor who had just come out of nowhere and had just ascended the throne would have such terrifying strength!
Outside the Red Keep, the entire empire's capital, King's Landing, was caught in the flames of war, with soldiers shouting to kill and people crying everywhere.
In the Red Keep, in the throne room, there was silence. The many rebel soldiers who rushed into the hall not long ago had turned into corpses scattered on the ground.
Even Lieutenant Colonel Hank, who also traveled from 10,000 years in the future.
His body was torn in half directly from the middle, and his death was extremely miserable.
In the original two years, he knew that he could not go back. He had become familiar with life here and devoted himself wholeheartedly to life.
But he didn't expect that the good day to follow the 'man of destiny' had not yet come, and he would die here.
However, before being caught by Xion and dying, Lieutenant Colonel Hank thought of one thing clearly.
"No wonder my name is not in the history books."
"Professor, does he know?"
This was Lieutenant Colonel Hank's last thought before he died, and then he was torn in half, his eyes stained with blood.
At this moment, the rest of the people in the throne room were dead, and no one could disturb the one-on-one conversation between the two kings of this era.
"Huh~"
"Huh~"
"you"
However, Damon Dragonshield's eyes were full of despair. He bent over and held his sword in his hand, his chest heaving and breathing heavily.
He watched each of his brothers who had been with him through life and death die in front of his eyes. Facing this powerful enemy that easily ravaged their lives, even he couldn't help but feel despair.
"Our ancestors have taught us that the fate of the empire is approaching and it will surely be replaced."
But he did not back down out of despair. Damon Dragon Shield gritted his teeth slightly, and then pulled out the family's Dragon-Slaying Sword from the ground.
He didn't know why the always loyal Longdun family secretly passed down such a clan language from generation to generation. Only the helmsman of the family could know this sentence.
As the Dragon Shield family had inherited it for tens of thousands of years, the fate of the empire was finally approaching, and it was here that he began to implement it.
"kill!"
Daemon Dragonshield stepped onto the steps without hesitation, holding the Dragon Slayer Sword, leaving bloody footprints behind, and rushed towards the Emperor of Valyria standing on top.
Theon Targaryen, who was wearing a gorgeous golden robe, was holding the Iron Throne with his staggering hands, and blood was dripping down his waist. He saw the rebel leader in front of him rushing towards him, and then he bit him fiercely.
Gritting his teeth, he slowly raised his hand.
"Traitor!"
"Go to hell!"
Just like every time he killed people, he grabbed their throats and grabbed them from the ground.
The young knight's mask had fallen to the ground. He was struggling desperately in mid-air, holding the dragon-slaying sword tightly in one hand and refusing to let go. His face turned red and even a little purple.
Click——
Then the next second.
Xion did not continue to torture the other party, but directly ended the other party's life. He broke Daemon's neck in the air. The young knight's body suddenly softened, and the heavy dragon-slaying sword in his hand finally fell.
A dull sound was made.
The leader of the rebel army died like this.
Xion killed the opponent, but his pale face did not show joy due to excessive blood loss. Instead, he staggered and lowered his head and looked at his palm seriously.
Historically, the other party was a hero who ended a decadent empire and established a kingdom that has been passed down for thousands of years.
And since it is fate that I have traveled ten thousand years and come to this world,
"Then now I have changed my destiny against heaven?"
Xion looked at his hands, his eyes slightly dazed.
On the frontline battlefield, "good news came frequently" and when the rebel army was approaching the city, he had already made up his mind to die and followed the glory of his ancestors to sleep underground. However, he did not expect that the leader of the rebel army actually died in his own hands.
"Hahaha--"
Theon stood in front of the Iron Throne for a long time, looking at the body of Daemon Dragonshield. Then his pale cheeks gradually became bloodshot due to excessive blood loss. He sat back on the Iron Throne with empty steps, and then couldn't help but
He laughed wildly, tears of laughter mixed with the blood on his forehead.
But just as he was laughing so hard that his nose was full of tears, he suddenly noticed from the corner of his eye that Damon Dragonshield's body moved slightly.
Then he saw in his frightened eyes that the other party sighed, climbed up from the ground, and walked towards him step by step.
Xion hurriedly tried to use his ability to repel the opponent again, but this time the opponent was like a big mountain, and he couldn't shake it at all with his mental strength!
"Who are you?!"
Xion's face was full of horror. He didn't think the other person was still the black-haired young man just now, because although they shared the same body, the eyes of the two people were completely different!
puff--
Then there was no accident again. Daemon Dragonshield held the dragon-slaying sword and chopped off Theon Targaryen's head with one sword. The head rolled on the ground, and the blood was sprinkled on the stone pillars beside it.
superior.
Daemon Dragonshield frowned slightly as he looked at the Iron Throne stained by blood and the headless corpse sitting on it.
But he didn't hesitate, and then pushed the other party's body to the ground in disgust, then sat on it and crossed his legs.
Tap tap tap
However, at this moment, there was the sound of intensive horse hooves outside the throne room, and not long after that, a red-haired woman in a long skirt broke into the hall under the escort of a group of cavalry.
As soon as she came in, she saw corpses scattered all over the ground, and her expression suddenly changed slightly. However, she then raised her head and saw the black-haired young man sitting on the Iron Throne, and she breathed a huge sigh of relief.
"husband."
Immediately, her white dress fluttered, and the red-haired woman trotted up the steps quickly, ignoring the blood on his body, and threw herself directly into his arms.
"As long as you're okay."
"I just heard that you and Uncle Hank led a group of people into the Red Keep. I was almost scared to death."