Chapter 156: The End of A Song of Ice and Fire: Part 3 - Game of Thrones 153

Chapter 156: The End of A Song of Ice and Fire: Part 3 - Game of Thrones 153

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I slowly opened my eyes to see I was alive but what really mattered was was the monster I had set to kill dead?

With hesitation, I looked down to see the Night King slowly reforming; grabbing both Dawn and Lightbringer, I tried to cut the reforming body of the beast.

Unfortunately, I had no chance to do so. In the split second that took me to take the blades from the burned ground, The Undead King reformed his right arm and caught me by the throat.

"You almost got me there," The Night King muttered as his head reformed, "I had to kill thousands of my minions to avoid certain death,"

For two brief and agonizing seconds, I hung imprisoned by the powerful grip of the undead monster as he continued to reform before cutting the hand that had me, prisoner.

"I share a life with every single one of my soldiers you can't kill me not until they are all dead though I am surprised that attack you just pulled out cost me around two hundred thousand minions in exchange for my life" The Night King stated, fully reformed by this point, "So in a way you even out the playing field for your people, I suppose,"

Well, now I'm glad I didn't die with my self-destruction fire. otherwise he would've won the war already.

The monstrosity in front of me yelled, raising his fists above his head, mutating more and more, "I don't like having to sacrifice my peons for power. but you proved to be a nuisance,"

Not only can he exchange them to avoid certain death... but he can also sacrifice them to get more power I hate my life.

"Well let's keep dancing, shall we" I tried to sound cool and collected, but that last suicidal attack had taken a toll on me; I was tired, really tired but all of a sudden I wasn't what the hell?"

Melisandre I could feel her with me right now; I could also feel my blood boil; she had probably used blood magic. I felt better; my wounds and burn skin was slowly getting better.

"That witch sure is a nuisance, well it matters not Oak will kill her sooner or later," The Abomination stated, noticing how I looked more energetic and how my wounds were slowly starting to disappear, faster than my body could heal them.

I merely smiled at him. I was now glad I had given her my blood to do magic it had come quite a hand, "Now let's dance once again,"

"Very well," The Night King smiled, and immediately after, thousands of ice spears like icebergs started to protrude around him in every direction. I melted all of them with my fire, but for some reason, I noticed. The attacks seemed completely random, with the majority of them going towards other directions, instead of me.

The undead king rushed towards me like a behemoth trying to strike with all his strength using his spear. While he was faster and considerably stronger, I easily dodged by jumping over the giant who shattered the ground like glass.

And I couldn't help but notice; he was lacking something but what?

The Night King turned as quickly as he could to give a violent backtrack elbow attack followed by a spear swing, but once again, I had been able to see through his attack, and since I was faster, I slipped under his arm and cut his leg, making him drop to a knee.

The Night King had somehow forsaken technique for power; there was no other explanation, with the raw force and speed he currently had he should be more than able to push me or kill me. But his attacks were now, like those of an almost mindless animal.

With a violent roar, the already enrage undead reformed his leg and stood up, trying to attack me once again with his massive spear, this time I ducked under the attack and cut his head in a singular motion, followed by a quick cut to his arms.

However, before his limbs and head fell to the ground, he reformed once again, attaching what I had just cut; unfortunately for him, he did this just to receive a storm of cuts that stopped him before he could even attack; there was no doubt now The Night King basically traded intellectual prowess for physical prowess, giving him more power and me the lead on the battle.

This was unfortunate for him, but I wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste; I would keep on my assault until he stopped reforming.

If you can't solve a problem with violence, it means you ain't using enough violence, to begin with. For today, that was my motto.

"I Need more power" The Night King shouted, dropping his weapon to the ground, as he punched the ground with both arms like a gorilla, mutating once again, showing that even his cognitive abilities were starting to disappear.

Suddenly, with a roar and blinding speed. The Undead Colossus managed to grab me by the wrists and delivered a terrible blow with his watermelon-sized knee to my guts, sending me a few hundred meters away, with a trail of blood on my blood. I had been thrown so hard that most of my army stopped for a second to give me a look to see if I was still alive.

"Nothing like a concussion to get the blood flowing," I chuckled as I stood up, giving my men the thumbs up while I puked some blood.

"I will kill you" The Colossus rushed at me like a futbol player, this time a little bit more accustomed to his speed; I dodged the brute by jumping to the side, cutting the giant with Dawn and Lightbringer, the Undead roared, throwing a deadly punch that promised me a painful death.

Once again, I dodged, taking a step to the side, grabbing his arm and with all my strength using it as a lever to nail the giant to the ground.

"M...o...r...e," The giant shouted, struggling to even speak the most simplistic words, and once again he mutated, taking the form of a werewolf-like creature, though I had no hair just rotting flesh and ice around his body, around twelve foot tall.

*He is losing thousands every time he does that if he keeps doing that, we will outnumber him* Nick Fury cawed, flying above me, *Do you think you can keep him mutating?*

Could I? While it was easier to read him it was also becoming more and more troublesome a single punch from before broke bones and damaged some organs

"I will try," I sighed; it's not like I had another choice.

*I think he can't die while he has lived to exchange for his so this way we will lower the number to one* Nick offered.

"FOR THE KING!" My army shouted as Melisandre dragged me out of the danger zone.

Heh fucking lunatics.

I stared at Melisandre with a questioning look, "How many undead remain?" I asked, struggling to speak. God, that tail really mess me up.

"Only him" Melisandre answered, as she covered my body in the blood I gave her, "Your sons managed to defeat the giant dragon with the help of the krakens, which means he couldn't exchange the dragon for power"

"When?" I asked, feeling proud they managed to do so.

"At the same moment, you landed close to me" Melisandre replied, "They are probably fighting the beast right now"

"How long before I can go back?" I asked.

"I don't know we'll see," Melisandre answered, clearly unsure about if she could heal me, "I already heal you this time the damage is worse,"

Taking a deep breath, Melisandre started to chant in a foreign language; a little by little, I started to feel better, my wounds healing my energy recovering

"I'm feeling bett-" I stopped midway, seeing how while I was getting better, Melisandre was slowly getting worse, ageing, by the second.

"I waited hundreds of years to serve you and that I will" Melisandre said, giving me a kiss, as her once beautiful crimson red hair went white, "Blood magic takes a lot from the user and from the receiver but unlike you.I don't have much to give not anymore,"

I stood up, blinking in shock as Melisandre smiled with a sad overtone; she was now an old woman, a very old woman, "Win this war end this cycle once and for all," and like a pile of dust that the wind blows, Melisandre was dead, and there was nothing to say she even existed, to begin with, she aged to the point of turning to dust.

She gave all her life and magic to heal me once again, and I was going to use this newfound energy to end this.

I rushed back to the battlefield, seeing the beast laying waste to my army, with my sons struggling to keep the losts at a minimum; Rhaegal was badly hurt, with one of his wings sporting a gaping hole.

Neltharion was missing his front right leg and eye, and Qrow had lost the tip of his tail, being the least damaged of the bunch.

"I'm back!" I shouted at them.

*You were fighting this thing?!* Neltherion hissed in disbelief.

"Yes" I shuddered as I remembered my fight

*We can barely contain him* Qrow added.

"How do you guys feel?" I asked as I focused on the monster, standing up.

*I don't know it feels like there is a hole in me* Rhaegal chuckled, showing his injured wing.

*EVEN NOW?!* Qrow hissed.

*Don't worry brother now that we have father here this will be a hole in one!* Rhaegal laughed.

*I will kill you if that unholy abomination doesn't.* Qrow muttered.

*Do you mean the unHOLE abomination?* Rhaegal offered with a slight grin.

"Funny but let's focus on the monster okay?" I chuckled.

*He also took a bite out of you huh?* Neltharion sighed, showing his left front paw, *Hate the motherfucker.*

"Yeah," I said running towards the beats with my sons behind me, "We have to burn him to nothing so be ready to breathe the biggest fire in history!"

*Got it!* They replied in one voice at the same time.

Taking a deep breath, I did what I had instructed my sons, and once again I focused on gathering all the fire I could. as the beast ran towards us, killing my men like they were flies on his way.

"*Go to hell!*" Me and my sons shouted at the same time as a hellish blast of massive proportions set the demon in flames burning him and everyone around him.

"I I was promised... I was promised this world." The Night King said within, regaining some of his cognitive skills.

"Well me too fucker," I replied, as I lighted Lightbringer before throwing it at him like a makeshift lance, shattering his undead body once and for all.