GOT King of Dragon

"Hiss—crack!"

Not long after Rhaegar fled the castle, two dragons were locked in a brutal close-quarters fight with the Glutton. Roars echoed through the air.

As a cunning wild dragon, the Glutton was a seasoned fighter. 

It never allowed the two massive dragons a chance to tear it apart. 

With its size and strength, it was unafraid of taking on either dragon individually, confident it could kill its opponent. 

But facing both at the same time turned its already disadvantaged position into a desperate struggle.

The Glutton breathed dragonfire as it darted rapidly, refusing to be cornered. 

One dragon maintained high-altitude suppression with dragonfire, while the other dived recklessly, launching ferocious attacks.

The Glutton held out for a while, but it ultimately couldn't keep up. 

A blast of golden dragonfire struck one of its wings, causing it to shriek in pain as its body spiraled out of control. 

With a thunderous crash, the Glutton hit the ground, smashing through half the castle wall. Stones and dust filled the air, creating a chaotic cloud.

"Glutton, hold on!" 

Through the choking dust, Rhaegar rushed to the fallen dragon's side. 

"Roar…" 

The Glutton lay writhing, its massive body convulsing. Its dragon head turned to face Rhaegar, eyes narrowing with a cautious gleam. 

Rhaegar raised his hand, just as he had done earlier in the day, holding it high. 

In High Valyrian, he declared, "Glutton, I stand with you!" 

The determination in the dragonrider's gaze caused the wariness in the Glutton's emerald slit pupils to gradually fade. 

It snorted heavily, lifting its neck high before extending one wing to lay it out before Rhaegar.

"Good. Let's fight together!" 

Rhaegar stepped onto the dragon's wing, running along its membranous surface to its back. An unprecedented excitement lit his face. 

With its rider in position, the Glutton planted its wings firmly, rising to its feet and shaking off the debris that clung to its body. 

At Rhaegar's command to "fly," it took to the sky once more, flapping its wings powerfully into the night.

"Hiss—crack!" 

Seeing the black dragon rise, the two circling wild dragons narrowed their eyes menacingly. They screeched and dove in for a fresh assault.

Seated on the Glutton's back, Rhaegar watched the two dragons' movements closely. "Follow my commands, Glutton!" he warned.

He had only recently bonded with the Glutton, and their connection wasn't yet deep. 

If their thoughts clashed mid-battle, the consequences could be catastrophic. 

The Glutton growled low, its maw glowing with green dragonfire, a sign of agreement.

**Boom!** 

Not long after taking flight, the Glutton narrowly avoided an orange blast of dragonfire descending from above. 

With a quick pivot, it altered its course and regained balance in midair.

"Glutton, focus all your efforts on the dark green dragon. We need to take one down first!" 

Rhaegar pointed at the Silverwing, who had retreated after its successful strike. 

He had observed that Vermithor and Silverwing worked seamlessly together, but their styles differed greatly. 

Vermithor, larger and more ferocious, refrained from diving attacks, opting instead to suppress the Glutton's movements with relentless aerial fire. 

This was the primary reason the Glutton had fallen behind. 

In contrast, the smaller and typically calmer Silverwing was in an uncharacteristic frenzy, engaging the much larger Glutton in nearly suicidal close combat. 

Rhaegar had no time to analyze why this deviated from their usual behavior. 

What mattered was driving the two dragons away or defeating them to prevent further destruction. 

The chaotic clash of three dragons had already caused terrifying damage. 

If left unchecked, the castles of Dragonstone would be reduced to rubble.

"Hiss—crack!" 

The Glutton obeyed, climbing higher and unleashing a long-prepared burst of green dragonfire toward Silverwing. 

Silverwing, agile as ever, dodged the attack with ease.

Above them, Vermithor's golden dragonfire descended once more, targeting the Glutton. 

Rhaegar, his eyes never leaving Vermithor, shouted for the Glutton to evade.

The Glutton hesitated momentarily before changing course, narrowly avoiding the golden flames. 

The searing heat distorted the air as it grazed the dragon's back. 

Rhaegar, seated atop the Glutton, came dangerously close to the flames. 

A lock of his silver hair caught fire, the embers quickly spreading. 

Reacting swiftly, Rhaegar extinguished the flames with his hands before they could consume him. 

Another moment of delay, and he'd be riding the dragon naked again. 

"Glutton, trust me. I'll be your second pair of eyes." 

Surviving the first skirmish left Rhaegar drenched in cold sweat, and he became acutely aware of the fragile bond between dragon and rider. 

Had the Glutton hesitated even a second longer, Vermithor's flames would have hit them directly. 

Even with Rhaegar's abilities, including [Blood of Fire] and [True Dragon's Blood], prolonged exposure to dragonfire would leave him badly burned. 

Through the earlier evasive maneuvers, the Devourer had come to realize the value of the Dragon Rider on its back, acknowledging his commands. 

It let out a piercing screech and continued its pursuit of Silverwing. 

It remembered the rider's instruction: eliminate the inconspicuous green dragon first. 

Silverwing, undeterred by the Devourer's aggressive charge, spread its wings and advanced, ready for close combat. 

It had an ally. All it needed to do was hold off the black dragon that had stolen dragon eggs for a moment. 

Its mate would soon join the fray, and together they would tear the enemy apart. 

The Devourer, violent and short-tempered by nature, roared furiously when it saw Silverwing daring to approach head-on. It bared its fangs and claws in fury. 

It intended to shred Silverwing to pieces and devour it bite by bite. 

The battle of the dragons was about to begin. 

The two massive dragons collided mid-air with a thunderous crash, their wings beating furiously to stay aloft, claws tearing at each other, and jaws snapping and biting relentlessly. 

Rega swayed precariously on the Devourer's back, leaning low to avoid being caught in the crossfire. 

He turned his head slightly, his eyes fixed on Vormithor above. 

Against such a ferocious dragon, he couldn't afford to let his guard down. 

The moment Vormithor made a move, he had to command the Devourer to respond instantly and evade the two-pronged assault. 

"Hiss—Grahh..." 

As expected, Vormithor let out a furious roar and dove toward the two battling dragons. 

"Devourer, unleash dragonfire behind us!" 

Rega's heart raced as he issued the command to intercept. 

The Devourer, sensing the danger, whipped its head around and unleashed a torrent of searing green dragonfire directly at the descending Vormithor. 

Boom! 

Vormithor retaliated with its golden dragonfire, and the two blasts collided spectacularly, erupting in a plume of smoke and flame. 

Ultimately, the Devourer's green dragonfire proved stronger. 

Breaking through the golden flames, it struck Vormithor's fearsome head. 

Caught off guard by the impact, Vormithor momentarily froze in mid-air, its massive body faltering. 

Rega's eyes lit up at the sight. He thought to himself, "This is the chance. Vormithor won't be able to assist in time—focus on taking down Silverwing!" 

His mind raced as he resolved to end the fight quickly. 

"Devourer, dragonfire!" 

The opportunity lasted only a fleeting moment, and Rega issued the command without hesitation. 

The Devourer and Silverwing were locked in an intense melee, their claws raking at each other's bodies, necks twisting and snapping to evade and counterattack. 

Hearing the command, the Devourer reared its neck back, avoiding Silverwing's bite, and unleashed a blast of green dragonfire. 

Boom! 

The dragonfire struck Silverwing squarely on the head. Silverwing let out a harrowing scream, its wings flapping wildly in panic. 

Seizing the advantage, the Devourer lunged forward and clamped its jaws around Silverwing's thrashing neck, its fangs gleaming coldly. 

Crunch— 

With a vicious bite, it sank its teeth deep into Silverwing's neck, blood spurting everywhere. 

"Hiss—Grahh!" 

Hearing its mate's anguished cry, Vormithor finally snapped out of its daze and roared, diving once more toward the Devourer. 

"Devourer, retreat now!" 

The moment Vormithor moved, Rega immediately commanded the retreat. 

The dragonfire might have stopped Vormithor once, but there wouldn't be a second time. 

However, the scent of blood had stirred the Devourer's primal instincts. It seemed to ignore the command, its jaws tightening as it attempted to finish Silverwing off with one final bite. 

*(End of Chapter)*