Game of Thrones: Rise of the Supreme Dragon Queen

Chapter 416: Chapter 412: The Ultimate Trap Set for the Dragon Queen



Jeanie's face was full of unwillingness. Clenching her fists, she growled in a low voice, "Thousands of years ago, I took the Song of Fire from R'hllor, yet I have never been able to sing my own Song of Fire.Five thousand years ago, I stood at the peak of the demigod realm, with one foot stepping into the threshold of true godhood. But five thousand years later, I am still a demigod—my foot that once crossed into the divine has not moved a single step forward.

The rules of the world have changed. I'm not sure whether it's the gods meddling or if the laws themselves have shifted.

In any case, since the First Age, the world we live in no longer allows the birth of true gods.

My understanding of the Song of Fire surpasses R'hllor tenfold. With the help of Vhaghas and Miraxis, I was destined to become the first true god ascended from humanity, the God of Flame.

But look at me now—neither alive nor dead, neither advancing nor retreating, caught in a humiliating limbo.

And once-glorious Valyria is now a ruin. The Fourteen Flames are almost extinct. R'hllor still sits atop the divine throne and has even become the so-called Lord of Light."

Benny appeared to share her feelings; his face was full of sorrow and indignation.

"Can Daenerys help you cross that final step?" he asked hopefully.

"I don't know."

"You don't know?" Benny raised his voice. "Then what are we even doing all this for?"

"I told you, this world no longer allows mortals to ascend to godhood. I'm not sure Daenerys can truly break that barrier for me.

But by fusing her blood and soul, I can completely break free from the seal, and lifting the curse over the Land of Endless Summer would be effortless."

"Just like I prophesied four hundred years ago."

As she said this, Jeanie's voice and tone shifted again.

It wasn't a blend of multiple voices, but rather an aged male voice—the exact same as the Grand Sorcerer Daenerys encountered in the Hall of Immortality, who crossed time and descended upon the Valyrian Sorcerer's Tower.

Benny understood Jeanie's condition perfectly, so he wasn't surprised by her change in tone or form of address.

"Your prophecy back then was off. The girl who awakened the legendary bloodline wasn't born to the Balerion family of First Flame," he said hesitantly.

Jeanie's expression turned pensive as she slowly explained, "At the time I spoke with her, I didn't realize we were four hundred years apart on the timeline.

I vaguely sensed the aura of Balerion in her and assumed she was a girl from First Flame who had just awakened her Dragon Spirit talent.

When I personally visited First Flame and inquired with the Balerion patriarch, I learned that no such person existed in his household.

That raised my suspicions. After all, she was a Dragon Spirit!

So I gathered all the sorcerers of the Council.

We expended tremendous manpower and resources, extracting information related to her mental fluctuations from the Sorcerer's Tower's power orbs. Only then did we detect traces of time.

And we discovered her soul fluctuation was unique—she had awakened a bloodline far beyond that of a Dragon Spirit."

Jeanie sighed and said helplessly, "In improving the Grand Sorcerer's meditation method, we did borrow from the Moon-Singers' techniques, but our Nine-Colored Vortex was fundamentally modeled after dragons.

But dragons are too dull when it comes to prophecy, time, and the future. They are a step behind the Moon-Singers and far inferior to the Green Seers of Westeros."

"Followers of the Lord of Light are also well-versed in prophecy—they can foresee crises," Benny offered.

"Heh. You say that because you've never seen how terrifying the Green Seers truly are," Jeanie sneered.

She then explained in more detail, "A prophecy is merely a strand of mental will entering the timeline in a certain way, allowing one to observe future events.

The resilience and mystery of a Green Seer's soul is unparalleled. They can even ignore space itself and freely roam along the timeline.

Not even the Red Priests—nor R'hllor himself—can do that. Otherwise, I'd be long dead."

"I know of the taboo: 'No Dragon King may set foot in Westeros.' I also know that Valyria conquered Sothoryos, Yi Ti, and Asshai, even venturing into the dark, god-haunted lands of the Far East to build strongholds amidst the madness. Yet they never tried to conquer Westeros, which was right next door."

Benny recalled some hidden truths he had read in his family's ancient texts and asked curiously, "But the Targaryen conquest of Westeros went remarkably smoothly. The Green Seers didn't intervene. Just three dragons were enough to unify the Seven Kingdoms."

"Heh. Look at how the Targaryens ended up," Jeanie sneered, the corner of her mouth curling in mockery. "Their family raised dragons for over six thousand years, yet after ruling Westeros for barely over a century, the dragons were extinct, and the bloodline wiped out.

The Targaryens were renowned in Valyria for their prudence and subtlety. But the moment they took the Iron Throne, the entire family went mad."

"That's because the Targaryens were shallow in heritage. Petty people who gained sudden power, became arrogant, and forgot their roots and humility," Benny said with disdain.

"What if I told you that, over Valyria's six-thousand-year history, at least fifty Dragon Kings disappeared while exploring Westeros—vanishing without a trace, along with their dragons?

Even five Grand Sorcerers went mad while riding dragons in search of Old Gods' ruins. Would you still think the same?" Jeanie said calmly.

"What? That's impossible!" Benny's face turned pale. His voice cracked. "Aren't Grand Sorcerers supposed to be invincible?"

"Even Grand Sorcerers vary in strength. And the families of the Fourteen Flames can't guarantee that every generation will give birth to a child with Dragon Spirit talent.

What's more terrifying is that we've never met the Green Seers in person.

Not even one direct confrontation—those Grand Sorcerers fell without even realizing how," Jeanie sighed.

Benny's expression darkened. "So with Daenerys's talent, she's destined to become the greatest Grand Sorcerer in history?"

"Obviously. She is," Jeanie nodded without hesitation. "Give her thirty years—even without the remaining inheritance of the Grand Sorcerers, she'll surpass every one of them. By then, even the Green Seers will struggle to ambush her."

"But she's barely trained. She's only been practicing the meditation method for two months. How can she travel freely across Westeros?"

"I don't know," Jeanie admitted, puzzled. "When I heard she appeared in Westeros, I thought she'd never come back. Could it be that the current Green Seer is her relative and spared her? Ha…"

Jeanie even laughed by the end, as if genuinely happy the Dragon Queen had narrowly escaped danger.

"Well, that's good. Very good. I really want to see what strange abilities lie in the bloodline beyond the Dragon Spirit."

She licked her lips, her eyes gleaming greedily in the direction of Slaver's Bay.

Benny felt Jeanie might be getting a little too optimistic and cautiously reminded her, "Your Majesty, the black dragon has ascended to demigod status. Should we reconsider our plan?Feeding only ghostgrass mixed with dragon-worm blood to elephants and warhorses might not be enough to make them immune to the black dragon's pressure."

"No need to worry. I am the Dragon God—the ancestor of Second Age dragons. I have ten thousand ways to deal with dragons," Jeanie said confidently.

Benny's thoughts stirred, and he asked, "Can we recreate the blood sorcery from six thousand years ago—fuse wyverns and dragon-worms again to produce true dragons?

Your Majesty, we still have many people left.

Oros, Mataris, Aeleria, Toros—these are directly governed Valyrian territories, and many pure-blooded descendants of the Fourteen Flames remain.

And Valantis—within the Black Wall, all the nobles are pure-blooded descendants of the Dragon Kings.

Even if we can't restore the glory of Valyria, at the very least, the Dragon Kings' descendants should have dragons of their own."

"I can't do it," Jeanie said regretfully, shaking her head.

"Why not? Has the sorcery been lost?" Benny asked foolishly.

Blood sorcery was Jeanie's own invention. How could it be lost?

Unless she had lost her memory.

"Because the rules have changed. Because Daenerys now has four dragons."

"I can understand the rules changing," the two-headed demon nodded thoughtfully, then asked in confusion, "but what does that have to do with Daenerys' dragons?"

"Dragons represent the peak of individual power. They are the bridge between the astral realm and the physical world.

They are also the axis around which the seasons turn, the pillars that support the sea of magic.

The world needs dragons. The gods need dragons. That's why the birth of dragons is part of destiny."

Seeing that Benny still looked puzzled, Jenny's eyes flashed as she asked, "Have you ever wondered why no place other than Valyria has dragons?"

"Uh, wasn't it because, to maintain Valyria's supreme dominance, you and your ancestors hunted down every other faction's dragons?" Benny replied awkwardly.

"If even you can think that, then were all the other dragon-bearing factions fools, unable to destroy us before Valyria rose to power?" Jenny said with a faint smile.

"Uh... then where did all the dragons go?"

"They all died out—completely. Long before the Long Night, they were hunted to extinction. Otherwise, the first Long Night wouldn't have been so devastating, lasting nearly twenty years and wiping out ninety-nine percent of humanity. Think about it carefully—was there any mention of dragons in the story of Azor Ahai?"

"That..." Benny's eyes widened in shock. "No dragons... then how did Azor Ahai forge his magic sword? And how did you and your two ancestors create dragons using blood magic?"

"You shouldn't be this ignorant," Jenny said, frowning as she looked at the dazed King of Matalis. "The magic of Asshai has never disappeared. Don't you know why?"

"Could it be... the Fourteen Flames are also a projection of divine power?" Benny's heart trembled.

"If the Fourteen Flames were just ordinary volcanoes, why would we go to such lengths—wasting the efforts of countless people over thousands of years to dig them out? Do you think Valyria needed gold?" Jenny sneered, lips curling into a mocking smile. "The entire world belonged to us. What difference was there between gold and scrap iron?

Oops, I misspoke—gold was even less useful. We could refine steel into Valyrian steel. Isn't Valyrian steel far more valuable than gold?"

This was something Daenerys herself had questioned. People across the world claimed that Valyrians were mining gold from the Fourteen Flames.

But if one mastered the technique of forging Valyrian steel, wasn't that equivalent to possessing the power of alchemy?

"What's beneath the Fourteen Flames?" Benny swallowed hard and asked with difficulty.

"How were the first gods born?" Jenny countered.

"The holy spirits who heard the Great Song of Creation," Benny said thoughtfully.

"Before they ascended to true godhood and claimed their thrones in the astral realm, those holy spirits also had homes in the physical world," Jenny said meaningfully.

Benny nodded with newfound understanding and sighed, "So dragons were extinct at that time, and that's why your ancestors were able to create new dragons through blood magic?"

"Exactly. The world needed dragons. We three brothers were destiny itself—the destiny of the early Second Age. And Daenerys is also destiny—the destiny of the late Second Age. That's why she could awaken a bloodline even higher than dragon spirits—the bloodline of the Dragon Mother."

"I only truly understood after meeting her," Jenny said, her eyes deep and her voice distant. "Her mission is to bring dragons back into the world.

My blood magic is now outdated.

If there's a Third Age, and if dragons once again go extinct, and if she becomes like me—an outdated demigod—her ability to hatch dragons might vanish too."

"The only constant in this world is that it's always changing," Jenny sighed.

"Can the Free Cities hatch dragons through sacrifice? They believe Daenerys did so through sacrificial rites," Benny asked.

Jenny's expression turned strange.

"Benny, do you understand blood magic?" she asked, and before the two-headed demon could respond, she continued, "Blood sorcery has always involved sacrifice.

My blood magic, which fused pterosaurs and drakeworms, had a crucial step—sacrificing to R'hllor.

Back then, R'hllor was the Lord of Fire.

Life is born in flame. Fire creates life.

The Song of Fire from R'hllor held the power of life, and so, new dragons were born.

But I took the Song of Fire from R'hllor, and I couldn't control it.

With the Song gone, R'hllor became the Lord of Light. Without the Song of Fire, he lost the power to spark life.

Even if the rules remained unchanged, even if I sacrificed to him again and he responded graciously, it would be impossible to recreate the blood magic that once gave birth to dragons."

"Then... sacrifices to the Lord of Light are useless? Valantis and New Ghis are still sacrificing to R'hllor," Benny said.

Jenny shook her head, eyes distant, and sighed. "Not necessarily. R'hllor can still resurrect the dead—clearly not a lie. Maybe he really can revive dragons?

At first, I thought Daenerys had hatched her dragons through sacrifice to R'hllor.

That's why I didn't take her seriously at the time, even allowed Jenny to bring her to the chamber of inheritance.

Only when she began to display a talent far beyond that of dragon spirits did I realize she was the one foretold in prophecy—the one who would awaken the supreme bloodline. But by then, she had already learned my meditation techniques. Sigh."

"Regret is useless. We must seize the present!" Benny's eyes flashed with a cold glint, and he sneered, "Daenerys would never expect what awaits her in Slaver's Bay. Perhaps the allied army won't even need to reach Meereen—she might die from plague first."

"No. For six thousand years, Valyria has never stopped optimizing its bloodlines. Aside from our godlike appearance, we Valyrians possess an extraordinary resistance to disease," Jenny said.

"But greyscale is different. That's the curse of the Mother of the Rhoyne—just like..." Benny's face darkened as he stroked the second head on his neck. "Just like this! Even the supreme bloodline of Miracis couldn't resist the curse of a god."

"Benny, your lineage is noble, but in terms of bloodline, you're not qualified to compare with Daenerys. Even I fall short," Jenny said calmly.

Benny's handsome face twisted in fury, and the anger in his eyes was almost palpable.

But he knew very well who—or what—stood before him. He suppressed his frustration and muttered, "The corpse ships of the allied army are almost at Slaver's Bay. Shouldn't we make preparations?

If we really unleash a plague in the three cities of Slaver's Bay, won't Daenerys seek revenge?

The army could secretly use trebuchets to contaminate the wells of Meereen, Kyzan, and Astapor.

She has dragons—she could carry plague victims to New Ghis, Valantis, or even Matalis in a single day."

"The allied army is certain she won't find out," Jenny said with a sinister smile.

"What if she does?"

"The land of Long Summer is already shrouded in curses. There won't be another outbreak of disease. Besides, do you even know where greyscale came from?" Jenny asked.

Benny answered immediately, "Two thousand years ago, during the great flood caused by the Mother of the Rhoyne, divine power spilled out, mingling with her wrath and the curse of the Rhoynar. That gave birth to a terrible virus—

That virus is the source of today's greyscale."

"Heh. If greyscale has existed for two thousand years, do you think Valyria would ignore it? Or be helpless against it?" Jenny said proudly.

"What? The incurable greyscale—there's actually a cure? Why was that never revealed?" Benny was stunned and suspicious.

"Hmph. Why should Valyria care about the lives of others?" Jenny said coldly.

"What about the allied army?" Benny asked.

A sinister glint flickered in Jenny's blue eyes. She laughed softly and said, "Benny, did you really think I saw the allied army as allies?

Do they deserve that?

From the beginning, they were meant to be sacrificed.

I only want to use their forces to win this war. Whether the nine Free Cities, New Ghis, or Qarth are destroyed by plague means nothing to me."

(P.S. – What Valyrians refer to as "genes" is a kind of bloodline trait, not a specific DNA sequence. They are unaware of DNA in the modern sense.)

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