Chapter 434 Bloodline Explosion

Rhaegar was startled and realized the seriousness of the problem.

The Citadel really has bad intentions towards Targaryen!

At this moment, he recalled Dreamfire being chained when he was young.

As an adult dragon, Dreamfire was abused by that unscrupulous scholar, causing him to almost fail in dragon taming and lose half his life.

After this incident, the unscrupulous scholar cut off his hands and went to the Wall, and the dragon pit officially cancelled the chains.

Rhaegar's breathing became heavier, and he thought of his former Grand Maester Meros again.

That shameless old dog deliberately treated his father harshly and watched his father's cuts worsen.

This is not the quality that a Grand Maester should have.

Then, he suddenly recalled the dream fragments of his mother's caesarean section when she was in labor.

Meros personally operated and cut open his mother's belly alive.

"Why did my mother have a difficult labor, miscarriages and infant deaths?"

Rhaegar was stunned, and Senira's words came to his mind.

"Westeros is too cold, and Targaryens are not welcome."

At first, Rhaegar did not think deeply, but looked back.

"My great-grandfather had so many children, but none of them had a good ending, except one who joined the Citadel and one who wandered the Narrow Sea."

As brave as Aemon and Baelon, they became dragon riders at a young age, and they were close brothers with a bright future.

One was accidentally assassinated, and the other was suspected of being poisoned.

Grandmother Alessa, who was as bold as a man, was infected with puerperal fever when she gave birth to her third child.

Grandmother Daenerys, a healthy girl, died of puerperal fever during childbirth.

And Magna, who became a nun and was infected with grayscale.

Vissarnella, who broke her neck accidentally.

Gary, who was seduced by a wandering singer and jumped into the river in fear.

There were thirteen children in total, and except for the few who died in infancy, not a single child who stayed with him survived.

Is it reasonable?

Rhaegar's expression was as gloomy as water, and the cold air surged up along his tailbone.

He pinched the parchment tightly, his knuckles turned white, and he squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "The Citadel!"

He didn't believe there were so many coincidences in the world.

Coincidence caused a group of ancestors to die prematurely as named by the god of death.

Coincidence caused mothers to miscarry and give birth to healthy children.

That's right! Rhaegar attributed Emma Arryn's suffering to the Citadel.

Tru shrank his neck and hesitated: "Prince, the ship I mentioned is very strange. Lord Tyrell was killed, and the ship also disappeared in the port by coincidence."

"No coincidence."

He was answered with an unusually calm word.

Tru's back was cold, and he lowered his eyebrows and glanced at him.

Rhaegar had a blank expression, and there was a long-lost gloom in his eyes. His voice suddenly trembled: "The Citadel! I really didn't expect that they wanted to die so much!"

Not only was his voice trembling, but his whole body was trembling.

A head of silver-gold hair covered his cheeks, his porcelain-white skin turned pale and bloodless in an instant, and a diamond-shaped black scale on his forehead emerged from the flesh.

Sizzle!

The corners of his mouth pulled up uncontrollably, and a wisp of black fire spilled out as he opened his mouth.

Tru was shocked and took two steps back tremblingly.

The prince's current state was very unreasonable.

"Tru."

Rhaegar's voice was clear.

"Yes, Prince."

"Go back to the Citadel, prepare intelligence for me, and recruit all the unsuccessful maesters and trainee maesters."

Rhaegar slowly raised his head, his eyes like two dazzling purple crystals, and said coldly: "The Citadel is not loyal to the duties of a public servant, so destroy it!!"

The Citadel has been aloof for so many years that it has forgotten the greatness of blood and fire.

Wait, it will usher in the end.

This scene fell into Tru's eyes, and he was so scared that he even forgot to breathe and stared at the crown prince.

On the pale forehead, next to the first black scale, the second black scale squeezed out of the flesh.

Then, the third one.

It's not over yet.

The three black scales overlapped, covering most of the left forehead, as if they were tattooed black.

Suddenly, the three black scales moved as if alive, and a horn like a dead branch emerged.

"Hiss~~"

Lei Jia's brain ached, and he gritted his teeth and shook his head.

His long silver-gold hair spread to both sides, revealing a cold face, with a hint of painful madness.

Pain! It hurts so much!

Lei Jia gritted his teeth and felt his head was about to explode.

Call up the system panel.

[Rhaegar Targaryen]

Talent: Dreamer (gold)

Bloodline: Dragonborn (+56%)

Runes: Ouroboros (blue), Bronze (green)

Blood magic: Dragonstone (blue), Blessing Spell (blue)...

Relics: Blood and Fire, Vision of Dreams...

Evaluation: "Extraordinary does not mean great, anger burns everything."

Rhaegar glanced at it hastily, shouted back Tru who wanted to move forward, and hit his head hard.

Bloodline was purified again, and side effects appeared.

"Brother, empty your mind."

A pair of chubby hands reached out from behind and gently massaged the throbbing temples.

Rhaegar wanted to push him away, but he suppressed his impatience and let him do what he wanted.

Something was wrong, his condition was very wrong.

The transformation of the dragonborn required a 50% pure bloodline of the Valyrian dragon king.

At the age of 6, his bloodline was only 5% pure.

He did not think that his bloodline was impure.

In fact, bloodline should be improved with age and the taming of dragons.

At the age of 6, it was 5%, and it might increase to 25% at the age of 16.

Among the brothers and sisters, Rhaenyra had the best talent, Helena had the talent of a dreamer, and Daeron tamed dragons at a young age.

Aegon and Aemond were not bad either, and they tamed dragons earlier than many Targaryens.

But none of them grew to 50% on their own.

Rhaegar pulled his long hair, thinking about where the problem was.

"Brother, don't think."

Helena's eyes were mixed with confusion and nervousness, and she muttered: "Don't turn into a dragon, dragons will die."

"I am a human, how can I turn into a dragon!"

Rhaegar gritted his teeth and resisted the pain.

It's strange.

When the "+" in the blood column was eliminated, the severe pain disappeared.

Rhaegar breathed a sigh of relief, and cold sweat wet his forehead.

He reached out and touched, and the scales and horns disappeared.

"Give me a mirror."

"Oh oh."

Helena suddenly came back to her senses and took out a small round mirror from the space bracelet.

Rhaegar gasped and looked at himself in the mirror.

The skin was porcelain white, the lips were normal, and he was still handsome.

With a thought, he showed the state of dragonborn.

The skin was instantly pale, the lips were as red as blood, and there was an unconcealable sense of illness.

Lifting up the long hair, a layer of black scales covered the left forehead, and a twisted, black horn appeared.

The horn is very small, not even as long as a little finger, and looks very...

Rhaegar's lips twitched, not wanting to admit the word: "Deformed!"

It's not a dragon horn, nor a deer horn, but just a weird deformed thing.

"How could it be like this?"

Rhaegar restrained his dragonborn state, feeling heavy for a moment.

Pure blood brought him too many benefits.

The magic power in the blood is higher, making it easier for dragons to get close, and it carries a kind of deterrence.

Even, the physique is strengthened and the life span is increased.

Why are there side effects.

Helena saw that her brother was sad, ran to him like a little deer, opened her arms and gave him warmth.

Rhaegar was a little amused, patted her on the back, and said that he was fine.

The Dorne rebellion has not ended, Braavos has not surrendered, and the sinful Citadel has not been settled.

He just had a headache, which did not affect his sword-picking and killing.

At this time, Tru approached cautiously and said: "Prince, your symptoms are a bit similar to some Targaryen babies who died prematurely!"

When women with Targaryen blood give birth, there is a probability that they will give birth to deformed fetuses with scales, wings, and tails.

Rhaegar was stunned when he heard this.

His mother had been pregnant many times before. After Rhaenyra and before him, there were several babies who died prematurely.

Some miscarried midway, and some gave birth to stillbirths.

There was a "brother" who seemed to be a deformed person with scales all over his body.

Rhaegar was in a trance, and an unfamiliar word emerged in his brain out of thin air.

[Dragon Blood Backlash]

The bloodline is too pure or there is an accident during conception, and the fragile embryo in the uterus cannot bear it.

Rhaegar tightened Helena in his arms and wondered in his heart: "Me too?"

Targaryen can control dragons, thanks to the special bloodline of the Dragon King.

This bloodline contains fire, domineering and strong.

Rega completed the transformation of species with his bloodline, which brought hidden dangers while making profits.

If the bloodline is too pure, unknown changes will occur.

"There must be dragonborn in ancient Valyria, how did they solve it?"

Rega was too lazy to think about why, he only cared about the way to liberate.

Ancient Valyria worshipped fire wizards and blood wizards, and there would be no lack of knowledge about dragonborn.

According to his understanding.

Dragonborn should be a group of special warriors, hidden among ordinary dragon kings.

Rega thought silently: "Since dragonborn exist, there must be corresponding performance."

One hand slid down the girl's back and touched the dragon taming whip at his waist.

Bloodline is not a bad thing, but he does not have the ability to discover treasures.

"Get up, my head doesn't hurt anymore."

Rega smiled, stroked the girl's head, and his voice returned to a gentle state.

People cannot be controlled by emotions, they must anchor a state that makes them feel comfortable.

Of course, he will not forget the betrayal.

"Yeah."

Helena was frightened, nodded with tears in her eyes, and pecked his cheek.

Rhaegar accepted it happily, feeling the wet touch.

Looking at the sky, the sun climbed to the middle of the sky, baking the earth with high temperature.

In the courtyard outside the hall, the pool sprayed spring water, watering the green waterfall.

"Tru, do you remember what I said?"

Rhaegar said with a smile.

"Always remember."

"That's good. Do your best to bring talents back to Harrenhal. I can be of great use to them."

Rhaegar stared at the sun, his eyes emitting a light that was no less brilliant.

The Citadel is too ungrateful.

They really think they have a monopoly on the knowledge of Westeros, so they treat everyone as fools and do whatever they want.

He doesn't have time to destroy the Citadel for the time being, nor does he have the conditions to calm down the subsequent turmoil.

But he understands one thing.

Once you have something that I don't have, it will become a hindrance.

He wants to break this cultural monopoly that has lasted for thousands of years.

Recruit downtrodden scholars and build an institution that can replace the Citadel at any time.

Tru nodded repeatedly and walked away in small steps.

He is going to start work.

Dig into the Citadel's walls!

Rhaegar looked around the empty white hall, took Helena's hand and walked towards the sunny courtyard.

"Let's go too. The war outside the narrow sea is too far away. Westeros needs a blood and fire that is close at hand!"

After saying that, he stepped out of the hall.

"Hiss..."

The glutton's green eyes were dim, and his wings that covered the sky and the sun spread out, and he plunged into the carefully arranged garden.

As soon as he landed, his feet crushed and broke the floor, and the dragon's tail swung and tore open the green waterfall.

Rhaegar picked up Helena by the waist and sat on the dragon's back.

With a calm expression, he uttered the dragon training language: "Spread your wings and fly high!"

The next moment.

A dark dragon rushed out of the white castle.

The dragon quickly rushed out of the castle, jumped over the human coalition outside the white wall, and advanced towards the red mountains hundreds of miles away.

"Hiss..."

Another loud roar, the light blue dragon soared into the sky from a lakeside, chasing the dark dragon like an elf.

Outside the high court.

Mond rode a white warhorse, looking up at the two dragons.

"Gee~"

Donald rode over, carrying the giant sword Broken Heart, and gave him a look.

Mond snorted coldly, pulled out the Truth from his waist, and shouted: "The army will move out!!"

Instantly, tens of thousands of troops were agitated.

A coalition army of the River Bay carrying various flags followed the dragon without hesitation.