GOT King of Dragon

Enemies meeting face to face are bound to seethe with hatred. 

As two massive dragons ascended into the sky, they roared furiously at the Glutton, spewing dragonfire in waves. 

The Glutton flapped its wings, its slit pupils human-like as they assessed the opponents. 

Unlike the Glutton, who had fully recovered after consuming marsh golden cups, Silverwing's injuries were far more severe. Silverwing had been confined to its nest, relying solely on self-healing, and a few days weren't nearly enough for a full recovery. 

As Rhaegar had observed, Silverwing was struggling even to stay airborne. Fueled solely by rage, it posed no real threat. 

Today, the opponent was clear. 

**The Bronze Fury—Vormithar.** 

"Hissss-gahhhh..." 

As the three dragons faced off, two more dragon roars split the air. 

One came from the cliffs—it was Rhaenyra riding Syrax into the skies. 

The other came from the jagged mountains—a sizable brown dragon burst forth from an unknown cave, watching the four dragons in the sky with cautious eyes. 

But the brown dragon showed no intention of getting closer. 

Instead, it perched on a distant reef, sneaking glances at the ongoing standoff. 

Rhaegar glanced at it and recognized the dragon. 

**The Wild Dragon—Sheep Thief.** 

This was an adult Muddy Dragon, roughly the same age as Caraxes, often stealing sheep from the island's shepherds. 

Clearly, it had been drawn out by the numerous dragon roars to investigate. 

There was no need to pay it much attention. 

Meanwhile, Syrax flew to the Glutton's side. 

Rhaenyra, almost shoulder to shoulder with Rhaegar, glared at him angrily. "Rhaegar, what are you doing? Are you addicted to riding dragons into fights?" 

Rhaegar replied firmly, "The Glutton is the king of wild dragons. It has its pride. Where it fell, it must rise again!" 

"That doesn't mean you should recklessly use dragons!" 

Rhaenyra scolded him while nervously keeping an eye on Vormithar and Silverwing. 

She didn't understand Rhaegar's reckless behavior, but she couldn't stand idly by. She had to step in to help. 

Rhaegar analyzed the situation, saying, "Silverwing is still injured. I only need to defeat Vormithar." 

"Syrax has never fought before. I can't offer you much help," Rhaenyra sighed deeply, her fingers turning pale as they gripped tightly. 

Since becoming a dragonrider, she had never experienced a real battle. 

Now, even as she reprimanded Rhaegar, part of her heart yearned for the thrill of an intense clash. 

Rhaegar's heart raced, and a smile tugged at his lips. "Just watch. The Glutton and I are strong enough." 

As they spoke, Vormithar and Silverwing could no longer hold back, spewing dragonfire as they closed in. 

"Protect yourself, Rhaenyra," Rhaegar shouted as he commanded the Glutton to surge forward, spitting green dragonfire in a daring charge. 

**Boom!** 

Three streams of dragonfire collided, unleashing a destructive force that sent scorching heatwaves rippling through the air. 

Rhaegar flattened himself against the dragon's back, gripping its scales tightly, his eyes sparkling with excitement. 

As the first clash of dragonfire ended, the Glutton maintained its speed, quickly preparing a second stream of flame. 

This time, the green dragonfire struck Vormithar's larger frame, colliding with its neck. 

Vormithar, relying on its formidable physique, endured the attack. Hovering mid-air, it beat its wings to disperse the flames. 

Seizing the moment, the Glutton dove toward the lagging Silverwing. 

"Hisss-gahhh!" 

The Glutton's fearsome jaws clamped down on the other side of Silverwing's neck, eliciting a bloodcurdling screech. 

"Glutton, behind you!" 

At Rhaegar's command, the Glutton released its hold, flinging Silverwing to the ground instead of finishing it off. 

The Glutton swiftly repositioned, dodging a blast of golden dragonfire from behind. 

Seeing its mate heavily wounded again, Vormithar was utterly enraged. It unleashed relentless torrents of golden flames, chasing the Glutton in a fiery pursuit. 

The Glutton, faster and more agile, evaded the dragonfire and disappeared into the clouds. 

**Below.** 

Silverwing crashed to the ground with a heavy thud, blood gushing from its neck wound as it wailed in agony. 

"Hissss-gahhh!" 

In the distance, the Sheep Thief screeched excitedly, flapping its wings as if preparing to feast. 

"Stay back!" 

Rhaenyra, riding Syrax, intercepted the Sheep Thief, shouting in High Valyrian to command it. 

She loathed Vormithar and Silverwing for their assault on the Glutton, which had left Rhaegar missing.

But she understood one thing even more clearly. 

Dragons were one of House Targaryen's most valuable assets. 

Vermithor and Silverwing had once been the mounts of her great-grandfather, King Jaehaerys the Conciliator, and Queen Alysanne. 

Both dragons had rendered great service to the family. 

Even Rhaegar had not ordered Cannibal to kill Silverwing, so she could not stand idly by and let a precious, fully-grown dragon be devoured by its kin. 

The Sheepstealer was older and a wild dragon. 

Its size rivaled that of the Blood Wyrm, Caraxes. 

Syrax, however, was younger and only half the size of the Sheepstealer. 

Rhaenyra was extremely nervous as she rode Syrax to confront the Sheepstealer. Neither dragon would back down. 

The Sheepstealer let out a few challenging roars but did not attack. 

Sensing her rider's tension, Syrax roared back angrily at the Sheepstealer, spreading her wings in readiness to strike. 

Though small, Syrax had a fiery temper. 

On the other hand, the Sheepstealer, seeing Syrax's aggressive stance, quietly retreated. 

... 

The battle in the skies above continued. 

The Cannibal dove into the clouds, vanishing from sight. 

Vermithor, blinded by rage, gave chase without a second thought. 

The mist obscured the view for a brief moment. 

It was then that a massive figure emerged from the flank, slamming into Vermithor with tremendous force. 

*Squelch—* 

The Cannibal revealed itself, its massive, fanged jaws sinking into Vermithor's neck. Scalding dragon blood sprayed everywhere. 

"Reeaaaargh..." 

The attack came too quickly. Vermithor, caught off guard, could only struggle wildly in an attempt to break free. 

But the Cannibal wasn't about to give it the chance. 

Its jaws clamped down tightly, its teeth digging deep into flesh, tearing at the bronze beast's hide. 

Vermithor roared in agony, flapping its wings to strike the Cannibal's head, while its claws raked at its opponent's body. 

"Cannibal, stand down!" 

At that moment, Rhaegar issued his command. 

The Cannibal, its ferocity triggered by the scent of blood, hesitated for a split second before regaining composure and obeying its rider. 

It released its grip, tearing away a large chunk of flesh, and tilted its head back to swallow it whole. 

Before Vermithor could counterattack, the Cannibal planted its claws against its opponent's belly and used the force to push itself away, flying off into the distance. 

The bronze dragon roared in fury, struggling to remain airborne as blood gushed from its neck. 

It roared for a long time, but the Cannibal was nowhere to be seen. 

Just as Vermithor thought its opponent had retreated and began to lower its guard, a dark shadow shot up from below. 

This time, the Cannibal had hidden beneath the clouds and attacked from below. 

*Crunch—* 

The severely injured Vermithor couldn't evade in time. The Cannibal's jaws closed around the shoulder joint of one wing, and a sickening crack of breaking bone echoed through the air. 

Vermithor roared in rage and pain, ignoring the agony in its neck as it tried to bite the Cannibal's neck in return. 

"Dracarys!" 

Clinging to the Cannibal's back with great effort, Rhaegar issued another command. 

The Cannibal, accustomed to its rider's orders, immediately released its grip and unleashed a torrent of dragonfire directly into Vermithor's gaping maw. 

*Boom—* 

The flames struck Vermithor's head, filling the air with thick black smoke. 

For a moment, Vermithor was stunned, its neck drooping limply as fresh blood gushed from its wounds. 

Fortunately, its defenses were strong. 

In mere moments, Vermithor regained its senses and control over its body. 

Reflecting on their last dragon battle, where the Cannibal had fled in defeat, many readers were dissatisfied. 

This time, however, with Rhaegar and the Cannibal fully attuned to each other, they were bound to achieve a solid victory. 

As for the protagonist's age, a significant leap forward will be coming soon, but for now, the story must run its course. 

(End of Chapter)