Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos-Chapter 243 - 244 - The Great War of Salvation (IV)

"Fighting someone who can see the future is like shooting yourself in the foot; you never know when a weapon will be pointing at you." Aenar commenting on how broken his ability was.

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The Night King seemed to understand Aenar’s intentions and moved away from the main battlefield. Although the Wights were insignificant, the White Walkers were not. Without the White Walkers, he would have to lead the entire army alone, which was not pleasant at all and even very annoying.

If a fight occurred between them, the surroundings would be considered destroyed, and everyone in them would be killed. Something neither the Night King nor Aenar wanted. Both needed to follow certain rules in this war.

Under the shocked eyes of all humans, the gigantic dragon continued to spew red flames upon the enemies. A gigantic curtain of fire spread throughout the army.

It was the only help Aenar could give his soldiers while he was busy fighting the Night King. Looking at the increasingly distant army in his vision, Aenar felt somewhat alone but knew that was the price of wearing a crown.

There was a mysterious smile on Aenar’s face as the purple glow in his eyes indicated that he was using his Prescience at that very moment.

Aenar’s purple eyes looked towards the horse that was galloping rapidly through the trees. The Night King was obviously still suffering from the injuries he had received from Brynden Rivers.

His arm, a large part of his left side, was pure ice, without blood or flesh. Unlike the right side of his body, which was flesh and blood, albeit icy flesh and blood.

"Brynden, I will use the advantage you gave me precisely." Aenar murmured as he made Caraxes lower his altitude and spew flames again. Crimson flames rained from the sky, hitting a large area of the forest!

However, instead of defending himself, the Night King looked at the sea of flames before him and raised his ice spear. Under Aenar’s calm eyes, a gigantic ice spear pierced through Caraxes’s flames and flew cruelly towards him.

Caraxes didn’t even need Aenar’s orders to know he needed to dodge. The gigantic dragon tilted to the side and spun a full circle, making the ice spear pass less than ten meters from him. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

The price of the Night King’s attack arrived; as he had not dodged the sea of dragon fire, the fire hit his horse. Aenar showed no pity; he used Caraxes’s fire and made the flames gather into a huge fireball, trapping the Night King inside.

Aenar wanted to cook the Night King in one attack!

Unfortunately, that was impossible.

At the same instant, a figure emerged from the fireball; it was the Night King, and besides his armor, there was no trace of him being injured. But before the Night King could even say anything, he felt a sense of danger cover his being. He saw the malicious smile on Aenar’s face, and the bad premonition came true.

The enormous fireball exploded!

The Night King used all his strength to retreat but watched in slow motion as the explosion hit him!

BOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Night King’s body was thrown backward at great speed, destroying some trees in the process, before he managed to balance himself in the air and slide across the ground, leaving deep tracks behind.

"It won’t be fun if you don’t dodge properly." Aenar said as he made Caraxes circle around the Night King. Under normal circumstances, no human or mortal being would be able to hear what Aenar said, but the Night King heard it very clearly.

A trace of anger passed through his glowing blue eyes. Looking at the surface of his body, the Night King saw his skin completely charred and blue blood dripping onto the ground, freezing what it touched.

The Night King was not Jaime, who had a terrifying power of regeneration; the authorities of the Cold God had nothing to do with generation. So, he couldn’t heal so quickly.

Aenar knew this; the greatest proof of this was that the injuries the Night King had suffered from Brynden’s self-explosion had not yet healed. It could be said that the Chosen of the Cold God was much easier to kill than Jaime.

Creating another ice armor over his charred body, the Night King looked coldly at Aenar. He was not afraid; he only wanted revenge, nothing more and nothing less, even if it meant becoming a slave to a god.

Raising his hand, the Night King’s strangely blue eyes shone intensely, like two stars. He showed a malicious smile on his purple and cold lips as he looked at Aenar with a murderous gaze.

In the next second, Aenar felt that the sky had darkened. Looking up, he saw a gigantic iceberg falling from the sky. As it was very close, he just watched as the gigantic piece of ice collided with Caraxes and himself.

BOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!

*RHUARGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!*

Caraxes’s roar of pain could be heard even at the Wall. Red blood rained from the sky as the dragon was injured for the first time in his life. The most shocking thing happened the next moment: the dragon was forced to fall towards the ground!

Another thunderous sound echoed as the dragon fell into the forest, dragging everything in its path, be it trees, rocks, and the ground itself. The entire forest seemed to have been impacted by an earthquake.

Aenar felt his world shake violently with the impact and even more hallucinating when Caraxes fell into the forest. Even he felt his senses were confused for a moment.

Looking around, Aenar saw that his entire surroundings were completely destroyed. There wasn’t even a piece of intact land for hundreds of meters. At the same time, he looked at the gigantic iceberg, which had fallen not far from the dragon.

As Caraxes had suffered most of the impact, the damage caused by something of this size was not particularly great.

However, Aenar had to admit, it was a good hit.

"Are you okay, Caraxes?" Aenar asked in a calm tone while the dust still covered both their figures. He himself was only fine because he used the short millisecond, he had to create a barrier that protected him and a little of the dragon’s neck.

Otherwise, even Aenar could not escape unharmed from a damned ice meteor.

Caraxes seemed annoyed by Aenar’s question, as he felt his rider was pitying him. The dragon’s answer came in actions. The giant crimson dragon stood up and didn’t care about the blood covering his body.

Aenar laughed, and without needing his orders, Caraxes flew into the air again, his red eyes like hot embers sharpened, hunting the insect that dared to hurt him for the first time in his life.

Suddenly, an enormous figure emerged from the dust; a huge mouth full of large, sharp teeth clamped onto Caraxes’s neck!

The dragon let out a pained sound again and twisted his neck, spewing red flames onto the creature’s horrendous face.

Aenar felt his world shake again with the impact; he drew his sword and cut off the creature’s head without any hesitation. With a disgusting sound of severed and burned flesh, the creature’s head separated from its neck and fell to the ground.

When Caraxes moved away from the spot, Aenar could finally see what had attacked him and Caraxes.

A dragon-like being, but unlike a dragon, the being before him was composed of poor, putrid flesh, full of diseases. It was as if someone had taken large quantities of rotten meat and used it to mold an extremely ugly monster.

Aenar looked at the being that was killing that aberration and discovered that it was a grotesque-looking being, with layers of green and dirty skin, a small septon’s cloak covering its fat and horrendous body.

It was the High Septon, or as he was now known, a Plague Apostle!

Looking at the regenerating flesh of the enormous flesh dragon, Aenar’s eyes narrowed. It was like the legendary Hydra; cut off one head, and another head grew back the next second.

When the head completely regenerated, the monster made entirely of rotten flesh roared towards Aenar and Caraxes, who responded with an even more furious roar.

Seeing the Night King beside the Plague Apostle, his lips curled into a smile.

"You rats are truly cunning; you know how to set up an ambush to kill me." Aenar said with a cold tone, his purple eyes looking at the two enemies before him calmly.

"But it’s not you who are ambushing me; I am ambushing you." Aenar said as his sword lit up with extremely hot flames. So hot that all the surrounding trees instantly combusted!

Aenar’s eyes discreetly looked at the wound on Caraxes’s neck; there were large tooth marks on his neck, even the armor seemed useless against the Plague Dragon’s teeth. Blood flowed from the wounds. Fortunately, the plague didn’t seem to affect the dragon.

"The big guy in front of you has a weak point; it’s probably his heart. Destroy his heart, and you’ll kill that insect." Aenar said to Caraxes, who only became even more violent and full of fury.

He had been injured twice in a few minutes; there was nothing more humiliating for a dragon as powerful as Caraxes, who had always been at the top of the world’s food chain.

The Night King and the Plague Apostle did not respond, or rather, both their responses came in the form of attacks.

The Plague Dragon advanced against Caraxes, and the two dragons entangled in the air, biting each other with brutality and ferocity. Fire versus corrosive liquid.

Aenar unbuckled the belt that held him to the saddle; he quickly climbed Caraxes’s neck and jumped towards the Plague Apostle. His sword burned even more fiercely with red flames.

In an instant, Aenar appeared before the Plague Apostle; his sword pierced the Apostle from one side to the other. Flames began to burn the Corrupted body of the Apostle.

Aenar didn’t stop and kicked the High Septon corrupted by the Ruinous Forces of Chaos. Both fell in free fall towards the ground.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The Apostle screamed, feeling the flames devouring his flesh and blood. Besides being painful, he felt like a volcano that had erupted with the rage he was feeling at that moment.

His body was made by his God; how could he remain indifferent when his Master’s greatest gift was being destroyed by a blasphemer!!!

"Come on, scream like a pig being slaughtered!!!" Aenar said with a smile on his face as he listened to the screams coming from the semi-humanoid being burned alive by his flames. He was stepping on the Apostle’s burning body, his sword piercing the enemy.

With a loud and sharp crash, both collided forcefully with the ground. Aenar emerged unharmed and moved away, dodging the ice spear, which passed at supersonic speed near his face.

"Don’t be anxious, Night King." Aenar said with a smile. "We still have a lot of fighting ahead!!!"

He watched coldly as the Plague Apostle was helped by the Night King, using his ice to extinguish his flames.

Suddenly, Aenar looked at the Night King with a malicious smile.

"I told you, I’m the one ambushing you."

The Night King heard Aenar’s words and felt a bad premonition, followed by his body begging him to leave where he was. Looking down, he saw that the wound on the Apostle’s body caused by Aenar’s sword was glowing intensely.

The Night King only managed to take one step back as an extremely dazzling glow occupied his entire field of vision.

BOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A gigantic explosion rose to the heavens; crimson flames looked like a terrifying monster that would swallow the sky.

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Note: This is just one Chapter because I’m having trouble writing this fight. This Chapter has been rewritten all day. Writing a good final fight is too difficult.

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