FVN Chapter 556: Dragon Dance, Command the Dragons
Chapter 556: Dragon Dance, Command the Dragons
Chapter 556: Dragon Dance, Command the Dragons
"A rune and blood magic,” Rhaegar murmured, letting out a sigh of relief as he touched the toad with his fingertips.
“Croak.”
The toad was unresponsive, allowing itself to be squashed and pounded. Rhaegar's eyes softened slightly as he looked at it. “You’re the one who pulled me into Daenys’ dream and almost made me lose my way?”
This little creature was the Shadowbinder's death rattle, an ancient, incomplete rune altered into a curse that plunges people into nightmares. The moment Rhaegar was hit, the spirit of the Shadowbinder was strangled. As a result, the “dream-eating toad” that was the nightmare curse itself crashed on the spot and was unable to exert its full power. Instead, by combining the dreamer's talent and “Dreamscape,” Rhaegar was drawn into a dream that spanned time and space. During this process, he gradually lost his five senses and almost became a living dead. Perhaps it was the Old Valyria and Daenys in the dream that further stimulated Rhaegar’s bloodline power.
“What a dangerous little fellow,” Rhaegar said, rubbing the toad while looking at the bloodline bar on the explorer panel.
Bloodline: Dragonborn (+60%)
From 59% to 60%, a significant leap. The “+” in front of the number indicated that the gains from the dream still had staying power.
“Croak.”
The toad was squashed into a pancake and let out a feeble wail.
"I'll let you go just to show Daenys some respect." Rhaegar's mouth curled slightly, and he found himself growing fond of the new clownish creature. In the past, the dreamer’s talents and dream visions could only exist passively. With the “Dream Eater” as a “runic spirit” existing between magic and spirit, it was equivalent to having the initiative.
“Ouch, that hurts.”
A small voice came from behind, and the silver-haired woman got up, tears in her eyes. Rhaegar glanced back, and the Dream Eater and the Serpent both disappeared. One burrowed into his head, and the other crawled back into his palm, turning into runes of gray smoke and black gas, respectively.
“You killed him.”
The silver-haired woman covered her face with her hair, nervously clasping her hands together.
“Who?” Rhaegar glanced at the corpse of the pseudo-dragon and frowned. “He was your brother?”
He doesn’t look like a brother at all. The silver-haired woman gave a tiny “mm-hmm” and silently moved the corpse away on her bare feet. Rhaegar raised an eyebrow, and the dragon whip in his hand seemed to move like a living thing. The bloodline of the Aethyrys House should be eradicated. But after experiencing the dreams of ancient Valyria, he felt a bit more... tolerant.
Pat!
A tear fell and shattered into several pieces. The silver-haired woman silently wept, bending down to pick up the head of the false dragonlord and placing it in the arms of the corpse. Then, she walked over to the corpse of the black-robed sorcerer and handed Rhaegar a package containing two fossilized dragon eggs. Rhaegar looked surprised, wondering what she intended.
“Sorry, please be quick about it.” The silver-haired woman knelt on the ground, her hands trembling as she gathered her silver hair into a bun, sobbing softly. “I am a person without honor, and I hope that I will not be spat on when I die.”
As she braided her silver hair into a bun, a delicate face with both beauty and ugliness was revealed. Rhaegar was slightly stunned, looking at her in a daze. Her fair skin and well-proportioned features made her appear like a delicate young lady. However, her forehead and half of her face were covered in fine, pale scales, and her left eye was ashen, giving her a shocking appearance at first glance.
Feeling Rhaegar’s gaze, the silver-haired woman quickly lowered her head and said with a sense of inferiority, “I’m sorry, I’ve dirtied your eyes.”
Hearing this, Rhaegar suddenly snapped back to reality and muttered, “No, it’s not dirty.”
The silver-haired woman was puzzled and timidly raised her head. Having had an ugly face since childhood, she had long developed the ability to read people’s expressions.
“That’s it, look at me.” Rhaegar crouched down, lifting her chin with his index finger, and said seriously, “You are not a bastard, and you deserve to live.”
“What?” The silver-haired woman was stunned.
“You don’t have to die,” Rhaegar said with certainty. “Get a good night’s sleep and welcome a new life.”
As soon as he finished speaking, his dragonborn state manifested. Dark scales appeared on his forehead, a sharp dragon horn stood upright, and a smile appeared on his pale face.
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The silver-haired woman was transfixed, and then she heard a toad’s croaking. Suddenly, her consciousness began to blur, and her eyes rolled back as she passed out. Rhaegar reached out and helped her limp, delicate body lie down on the floor tiles. Finally, she didn’t have to hit her head on the ground.
“Croak.”
In the air, the three dragons circled and fought. Suddenly, their pupils shrank at the sound of the horn. Sheepstealer panicked, as if it had seen its natural enemy, and slunk back into the clouds.
Roar!
Syrax's pupils returned to normal as it shook its head and left the battlefield. Only Caraxes, still restless, continued to writhe like a snake, spitting out Dragonfire.
“Woo-woo~...”
Rhaegar gradually closed his eyes, immersing himself in the rhythm of each note. Unbeknownst to him, the explorer’s panel had changed.
Rhaegar Targaryen
Talent: Dreamer (Gold)
Bloodline: Dragonborn (+61%)
Runes: Bronze (Green), Serpent (Blue), Dream Eater (Purple)
Blood Sorcery: Binding Spells (Blue), Dragon Dance (Purple)...
Relics: Blood and Fire, Dreamscape, Pure Water...
Comment: “Blowing the ancient chapter, calling the roots of the bloodline.”
Rhaegar was so absorbed in the music that he didn't realize his blood was being refined. His chest resonated with a humming sound as he used his breathing technique to control it.
“Woo-woo-woo...”
The dragon dance shifted from low to high, as if the dragon had matured over the years, transforming into a weapon of war that covered the sky and earth.
“Roar!”
Cannibal, distracted from its thoughts of devouring Sunfyre, let out a long cry and leapt into the air with a powerful leap.
Boom!
The black dragon crashed through the smoke, landing in front of the Great Pyramid. Its wings supported its weight on the ground, and its back swayed gently, bringing its terrifying dragon head just below the windowsill.
Sensing something, Rhaegar stepped onto the windowsill with all his might and leapt out.
“Roar!”
Cannibal growled and caught the rider, standing like a colossal statue in front of the tower. Rhaegar stood firm, playing the final notes of the dragon dance.
Hum...
An inexplicable aura of power radiated from every dragon.
“Roar!”
“Roar...”
The cobalt blue Tessarion roared into the sky, carrying its rider to the Great Pyramid. Daeron, stunned, did not dare to stop the dragon beneath him.
At the same time, Syrax, Sheepstealer, and Caraxes, regardless of their emotions, put aside their fighting spirit and slowly descended with caution.
“Ha ha, a dance of dragons,” Rhaegar laughed, sitting down on the hard dragon's head. With his horn in his left hand and his whip in his right, he looked like the reincarnation of an ancient Valyrian Dragonlord.