In an instant, Viserys Targaryen felt a chill rise on his neck.
He knew that his life and death were now in Gillian Lannister's hands.
"Your Highness!"
Ser Willem Darry's eyes were bloodshot.
This loyal The Red Keep master-at-arms had once again put the prince he protected in danger.
"Viserys, make them drop their swords!"
Gillian Lannister's solemn face showed a hint of triumph for the first time.
However, what greeted him was also a sharp dagger!
"Crash—"
Blood splattered, and Gillian Lannister limped back repeatedly, a look of shock on his face.
This little boy, who he thought had no fighting ability, had actually given him a stab without hesitation?
"Damn it!"
Gillian Lannister pressed the gushing wound on his thigh, filled with terror.
This Targaryen Family prince was so insane, not even caring about his own life!
What exactly happened between the Westerlands and the Royal Family?
"Bang!"
Before he could recover, a short spear tore through the air, cutting through the waves.
The surrounding Lannister sailors were caught off guard, their leather armor pierced directly, pinning them to the ship's cabin.
Warm blood splattered on Gillian Lannister's face, and he suddenly realized that the arriving reinforcements were the House Redwyne fleet from The Reach.
"Has my brother completely rebelled?"
Gillian Lannister closed his eyes in pain.
Though unwilling, he had to admit that his House had become locked in a life-or-death struggle with the Royal Family.
When he opened his eyes again, his crimson gaze was filled with indifference and dead silence.
Viserys could clearly feel the hellish killing intent emanating from him.
The next moment, he disregarded his injuries and, like a furious mad lion, lunged forward, charging directly towards Viserys Targaryen.
"Kill—"
In an instant, the Lannister explorers and the Royal Navy Fleet soldiers clashed.
Blood sprayed, wails echoed everywhere, and the entire warship was like a purgatory.
On this warship where everyone fought for survival, titles and bloodlines were useless.
Blood had already stained his purple hair.
Viserys Targaryen struggled to crawl out from a pile of dead bodies.
He annoyedly propped himself up with the hilt of his sword, searching everywhere for his valyrian steel dagger.
Without martial arts to protect him, he once again became a burden to the soldiers.
Just now, if Ser Willem Darry hadn't been quick-witted and kicked Viserys away, he would probably have already met the Seven Gods.
Rumble!
Thunder roared.
Sour seawater dripped into Viserys's eyes, making it almost impossible for him to open them.
He was covered in blood, his cheeks flushed red.
At this moment, Viserys's ears were ringing, his mind blank, barely able to hear any sounds around him.
However, not far from him, a gleaming sword was soaking in blood, filthy and defiled.
Viserys knew that it was Ser Willem Darry's personal sword from his waist.
At this moment, Viserys felt his throat dry and scratchy.
He disregarded everything and lay on the ground, gulping down the seawater accumulated on the deck.
The salty seawater, flowing down his burning throat, instantly calmed him down.
He didn't know where the courage came from, but Viserys dragged his leaden legs towards where the sword lay.
As he grasped the cold hilt, the pounding heart in his chest seemed to instantly quiet down.
Looking at the cold, gleaming blade in his hand, Viserys Targaryen gritted his teeth fiercely, thinking to himself.
No matter what kind of warrior he faced later, he would never surrender like livestock.
Even if he died, he would break the opponent's teeth!
Bang!
Just as he was psyching himself up, a one-eyed mercenary fixed his gaze on Viserys.
Although he had a thick, bleeding scar on his chest, his eyes were still bright and spirited.
Beneath his broken shoulder armor, a golden lion emblem was pinned.
"Lannister!"
Viserys Targaryen held the sword with both hands, steeled his heart, and charged directly.
However, facing Viserys's attack, the one-eyed man showed no concern for him at all.
He held the valyrian dagger that Viserys had discarded, walked with steady steps, and approached Viserys with a playful smile on his face.
At this moment, Viserys, who was shorter than a longsword, was no different from fish on a chopping board without the protection of the Gold Cloaks.
"Put down your weapon, I won't hurt you, child!"
His single eye narrowed slightly like a venomous snake, staring at Viserys, but his mouth said mockingly: "You're too young to play with swords!"
Viserys laboriously held up the longsword, his eyes gradually turning crimson.
The next moment, Viserys kicked out towards the one-eyed man.
In an instant, seawater splashed on the deck, unexpectedly spraying into the one-eyed man's eyes.
In a flash of lightning, the longsword charged forward, and Viserys plunged directly into his embrace.
Thud—
Both fell to the ground, and the longsword pierced through the one-eyed man, deeply embedded in the deck.
Viserys Targaryen gasped for breath.
He stared expressionlessly at the mercenary in front of him, who was gurgling blood bubbles from his mouth, seemingly saying something, and said coldly: "A blade doesn't care whether a child or an adult wields it!"
Viserys snatched the valyrian steel dagger from his hand and then noticed that Ser Willem Darry was leaning against the ship's cabin, struggling to stand up, barely propping himself with one hand on his scabbard.
And not far away, Gillian Lannister was watching him coldly.
The next moment, the two knights, who had once known each other in the The Red Keep, now fought like two wounded, dying wolves, staggering and rolling in blood and rain.
"Bang—"
They clashed, fist meeting flesh.
Both remained silent, gritting their teeth, only wildly swinging their fists.
Thick blood mixed with rain flowed from broken eye sockets.
Ser Willem Darry's legs gave out, and finally, exhausted, he was kicked onto his back by Gillian Lannister, falling onto an empty wine barrel.
Broken teeth, stained with blood, bounced on the deck, making a granular, shattering sound.
At this moment, Ser Willem Darry was dizzy, unable to even move his jaw.
"Die!"
Gillian Lannister's eyes narrowed, and he moved to deliver the final blow to Ser Willem Darry.
In a flash, Viserys finally spotted the opponent's opening.
A longsword silently struck from behind, piercing through the broken leather armor and completely impaling Gillian Lannister.
"Pfft—"
The longsword went straight through his chest.
Gillian Lannister turned his head unwillingly, meeting Viserys Targaryen's purple eyes, burning with hatred.
"Would House Lannister have thought they would also be backstabbed? This is my gift to the kingslayer!"
Viserys Targaryen said coldly.
Gillian Lannister did not know what Viserys was saying.
This battle-hardened man, who had crossed mountains and seas to explore ruins, ultimately died at the hands of this boy who knew no martial arts.
Even in death, he still wanted to capture the prince alive, to use him as a bargaining chip in negotiations between the Westerlands and the Royal Family.
Accompanied by melancholy for his homeland and unwillingness at the severance of his dream path, his eyes finally lost their last spark of life.
Viserys brushed Jillian's forehead with one hand, then deliberately stepped back to prevent the corpse from falling on him.
He slowly pulled out the blood-stained longsword, then carefully wiped it with the corner of his clothes before returning it to its scabbard.
At this moment, a wisp of black energy emanated from Jillian's corpse, flowed along the longsword, and injected into the dragon eggs in Viserys's arms!