Chapter 115: Invasion of Rees

During the more than ten days when Lys was in chaos, the fleet that Gavin had sent out to block the news was also under tremendous pressure.

Although the ship that reported the news to Lys was sunk, the long-term blockade of the waterway had reached its limit. Due to the news that Lys's maritime trade route was cut off, Tyrosh and Myr finally realized that something was wrong, but then there was news that Gavin sent an envoy to Volantis.

That made them dare not act rashly, and they only sent a few warships to Lys to try to see what happened. They were successfully blocked by Gavin's blockade fleet, resulting in the current confrontation between the two sides.

Gavin, who felt that the time was almost right, looked at Lys in chaos, with a flash of determination in his eyes. He raised his sword high and issued an order for a general attack.

The fleet began to approach Lys, and the crossbows on the warships vented frantically at the enemies on the city wall. Some Lys defenders who had no intention of fighting began to flee for their lives. Except for a few scattered positions that resisted, they did not even make any effective counterattacks. For a while, countless small boats full of soldiers rowed towards the shore.

Chiying flew into the sky, carrying Gavin on his back and galloping towards the sky above the city of Rees.

Gavin rode on Chiying's back, looking down from a high position, and saw several catapults madly throwing huge stones at their own fleet. Each throw was accompanied by a deafening roar, and the sound of the huge stones breaking through the air was terrifying.

Chiying seemed to be able to sense the anger burning in his master's heart, and he dived without hesitation. It was as fast as lightning, rushing straight towards the catapult with a thunderous force.

Accompanied by a thrilling roar that resounded through the sky, the extremely hot and surging dragon flames roared and swept over the city walls like a violent wave. The soldiers who controlled the catapults had no time to react, and were instantly engulfed by the dragon flames that could turn everything into ashes. In an instant, they disappeared without a trace, leaving only a pool of ashes.

Under the ruthless scorching heat, the catapults quickly twisted and melted, turning into a pool of scrap iron. The powerful tail of Chiying swung violently with the power to destroy everything, carrying the momentum of overwhelming the mountains and seas, instantly shattering another catapult behind him, and the parts flew like meteors, drawing dazzling arcs in the air.

Under the cover of the intensive attacks from the bed crossbows and the terrifying deterrence of the dragon flames, most of the soldiers were able to land smoothly and successfully. They moved quickly and began to assemble in an orderly manner. Seeing this scene, Gavin ordered Chiying to fly towards the city gate without hesitation.

The tightly closed tall city gate seemed to be extremely solid, but in front of Chiying, it was like a fragile and fragile piece of paper.

As the rolling dragon flames sprayed out of Chiying's mouth, the scorching heat instantly swallowed up the heavy and solid city gate, and the city gate instantly turned into a blazing sea of ​​fire. The hot flames soared into the sky, completely clearing the way for the army to move forward.

Chiying then flew towards the city again, and its majestic figure shuttled through the firelight. Any place that had the power to fight back and could shoot crossbows would be ruthlessly destroyed by its ruthless and devastating dragon flame. The houses burned violently in the flames, crackling, and the thick smoke rolled like thick dark clouds, covering the sky and the sun. Miserable cries and desperate cries for help echoed one after another in this sea of ​​fire, as if it was the painful wail of the city.

At this time, Byron Heywood could no longer control the army in the chaos. In a hurry, he led hundreds of Unsullied to the city gate. His steps were quick and heavy, and the expression on his face was tense and resolute, with a trace of tragic and heroic fighting to the death.

After Gavin discovered this team, he made a prompt decision and immediately drove the Blazing Shadow to dive down quickly. At this time, Byron Heywood, who was in extreme anger and tension, also keenly captured the figure rushing in the air. He widened his eyes, and the outlines of Gavin and Blazing Shadow became clearer and clearer in his pupils.

The Unsullied were well-trained. They quickly took out their short spears. Their muscles were tense, the veins on their arms were bulging, and their eyes were like torches, staring at the rapidly approaching threat.

As the Blazing Shadow approached with the wind, the Unsullied roared in unison and threw their short spears into the air with all their might. The short spears shot at the Blazing Shadow like dense raindrops. However, when these short spears touched the Blazing Shadow's iron-hard scales, they only made a series of crisp and rapid ding-dong sounds, as if the fine iron was colliding, but they did not cause even the slightest damage to the Blazing Shadow.

Then, the Blazing Shadow opened its mouth and a surging and extremely hot dragon flame gushed out.

The dragon flame was like a roaring fire dragon, and it instantly devoured the team of Unsullied with overwhelming force. In this suffocating heat, the Unsullied did not even have time to scream before they turned into ashes in an instant, dissipating in the scorching air without leaving even a trace.

Looking at the blazing sea of ​​fire in front of him, Byron Haywood was as angry as a wild beast that had lost its mind. His eyes were red, his eye sockets were about to burst, and the veins on his neck were bulging, each vein was clearly visible. He screamed hysterically: "Gavin Belleris, I will never reconcile with you! I curse you to die a miserable death!" The voice was full of endless despair, anger and unwillingness, as if to tear the whole world apart.

Gavin clearly heard his hoarse shouting, but there was no ripple in his eyes, only a trace of cold and ruthless coldness flashed. Blazing Shadow seemed to have accurately felt the master's firm will, flapping his huge wings without hesitation, and rushed towards Byron Haywood with a thunderous force.

Another mighty dragon flame spurted out from its mouth, and the blazing and dazzling flame instantly enveloped Byron Heywood completely. His hateful curses came to an abrupt end, and no sound could come out of his throat anymore. Only the sizzling sound of the flames burning his flesh was left, which was creepy. The air around him seemed to be distorted violently by the extremely terrifying high temperature. Gavin looked at all this coldly, without a trace of pity in his heart. In his eyes, Byron Heywood's fate was already doomed.

As Gavin's army advanced step by step, they quickly controlled the city defense with thunderous force. Soldiers poured into the streets and alleys like a tide, and launched a cruel and ruthless purge of the mercenaries in the city.

The soldiers holding sharp blades had grim faces. They did not miss any corner and searched for the traces of mercenaries from house to house. Once the target was found, it was a bloody fight. The swords and shadows intertwined, and the shouts of killing were deafening. Although the mercenaries fought desperately, they were gradually trapped in the face of Gavin's well-trained and well-equipped army. The mercenaries occupying the tall walls were also burned to death by Chiying's dragon flames.