"Rhaegal, Viserion!" Looking at the two dragons hunting the octopus monster in the distance, Daenerys could only turn to them for help.
But as soon as she shouted it out, she realized that with the power of two dragons, it was okay to kill sea snakes and octopus monsters, but it was no use against the giant sea monster.
Not only can they not help Drogon, they may even need Drogon to protect them.
She also saw the Ironborn chanting the Drowned God's praises, although she was not sure whether the giant sea monster that looked like a squid and an octopus was the Drowned God.
Just looking at his body size, which is almost the same size as Drogon, you can tell that he is probably on the same level as Drogon.
After calling out to Rhaegal and his two dragons, Daenerys did not call out to them again. She could only sit on the deck and watch anxiously as Drogon was fighting with the Drowned God on the sea, risking her life.
After falling into the sea, Drogon spit out dragon fire at the Drowned God, but he dodged it easily. At the same time, his huge body swam towards the bottom of the sea, trying to drag Drogon into the water.
Knowing the Drowned God's intention, Drogon certainly couldn't let him get his way. He used his claws and mouth at the same time, and regardless of the dragon flames burning himself, he had to remove the tentacles from his body as quickly as possible, otherwise he would be dragged to the bottom of the sea and it would be difficult to get out.
After breaking several tentacles in succession, Drogon was dragged deeper and deeper from the sea surface, and only occasional splashes of water could be seen on the surface.
Holding on to the railing and watching the sea gradually becoming motionless, Daenerys was anxious but helpless.
"Another fleet is coming from the south!" The soldier in charge of lookout on the first ship suddenly reported. Daenerys glanced at the sea where Drogon disappeared, raised the telescope with tears in her eyes, and saw more than 200 warships sailing towards her.
When Daenerys saw the flag on the mast, her face immediately darkened. "Why did the Lannister fleet come here? Jaime hasn't even returned to King's Landing yet, but Cersei tore up the agreement and sent troops!"
After Daenerys finished speaking, Tyrion frowned and took the telescope, and sure enough, he saw the lion flag of House Lannister in his field of vision.
"They have been planning to kill us here for a long time! The soldiers guarding the throat of Tidemark Island may also..." Tyrion did not continue.
They had only a hundred-odd warships left on Chaotou Island, which were no match for the all-out attack of the King's Landing Fleet.
"If I can get out of this battle alive, I will make Cersei pay!" Daenerys said with a gloomy face.
She had just defeated the Night King and had no time to catch her breath before she was attacked by a sea monster. Even the nine free cities that had always been respectful to her sent troops to fight her. Now even Cersei openly tore up the armistice agreement. How could Daenerys not be angry?
Drogon said that these attacks were all directed at him. Although Daenerys didn't know why, no matter what the reason was, it was a reason for the nine free trade cities and Cersei to attack her.
Although Daenerys's words were not meant for him, Tyrion still lowered his head, silently wondering why the originally good situation had turned out like this.
On a warship on Dragonstone, after losing her target, Melisandre looked at the chaotic battle on the sea and gradually understood something in her heart.
But she didn't want to do anything, so she turned around and walked down the cabin, quietly waiting for the war to end.
Bran, who had already been pushed off the cabin by Meera, had the same plan as her.
The Lannister fleet launched an attack soon after its arrival, and the Dragonstone army immediately went from having a slight advantage to being at a disadvantage.
Fortunately, by this time Rhaegal and Viserion had already cleaned up the octopus monster and returned to Daenerys on the first ship.
Daenerys ordered two dragons to attack the two opposing fleets respectively.
In the sea, although Drogon was being dragged deeper and deeper, the distance between him and the Drowned God was getting closer and closer.
He aimed at the direction and spit out a mouthful of dragon flame. The black flame, which was weakened a lot by the sea water, touched the tentacles of the Drowned God and burned them to only one third.
The time for holding his breath is limited, so Drogon spits out flames and uses his claws to pull the tentacles to pull the Drowned God closer to him little by little.
The Drowned God also understood Drogon's purpose and had already released the long tentacles that were tied around Drogon's wings, using them to further distance himself from Drogon.
Of course Drogon would not let him have his wish. He burned his long tentacles and pulled his few remaining short tentacles to quickly approach the Drowned God, breathing out another breath of dragon flame.
The Drowned God was unable to dodge and a section of the base of his tentacles was burned.
Drogon followed closely behind, pulling his tentacle a little closer and spewing out dragon flame again.
When the Drowned God saw the dragon flame coming, he quickly dodged to the side. His eyes were almost burned and a lot of his tentacles were burned as well.
Originally thinking that the sea was his world, the Drowned God never expected that Drogon's black flame would be so powerful in the water.
Now that Drogon was pulling his tentacles closer to him, the Drowned God felt like he was trapped in his own web.
His tentacles were constantly being cut off, and now it was difficult for him to even swim underwater.
Seeing Drogon approaching him again, the Drowned God knew that he had no way to avoid it, and he became ruthless and swung his thick tentacles violently. Drogon felt his claws suddenly loosen and he lost his fulcrum in an instant. Then, his eyes were covered by a dark color and he could not see anything clearly.
The Drowned God is trying to escape!
Guessing the purpose of the Drowned God's series of actions, Drogon hurriedly used his claws and wings to paddle wildly in the sea.
Here it is!
Feeling a huge resistance at the tip of his right wing, Drogon swung his left wing vigorously, piercing the Drowned God with both wing tips while closing the distance with him.
The ink around them was no longer so thick, and Drogon could see the Drowned God clearly as he tried to escape.
Having lost most of its tentacles, with only two severed tentacles left, the Drowned God was left with only a big bald head.
With the tips of his wings pinning the Drowned God in place, Drogon opened his mouth wide and was about to spit out a breath of dragon flame.
"Forgive me…"
Just as the black dragon flame rolling in his throat was about to burst out, Drogon suddenly heard a cry for mercy.
Looking at the Drowned God with its tentacles drooping and no resistance at all, Drogon guessed that the one begging for mercy was the giant octopus monster, the Drowned God, in front of him.
Drogon didn't expect that the Drowned God would beg for mercy before his death. Through his huge head, Drogon seemed to see the shining light of divinity again.
"You will get nothing if you kill me, but I know a lot of things that you don't know!"
Just as Drogon was hesitating whether to open his huge mouth again, the voice of the Drowned God came into his mind again. It was not a speaking voice, but something like a telepathic voice.
Nothing? After listening to the message from the Drowned God, Drogon was very puzzled.
The Light of Divinity is such a good thing, and you said I can't get anything?
"I forgot that you are a new god, and you probably don't know how to transmit your thoughts. You just need to use your power to build a channel to convey your thoughts to me, and I will understand." Seeing that Drogon looked at him without any reaction, the Drowned God said again.
Is this possible?
Without immediately trying the communication method the Drowned God had mentioned, Drogon grabbed the Drowned God with his huge claws and flapped his huge wings to capture him to the surface of the sea. If he didn't get captured, he would be suffocated to death in the sea.
When he saw Drogon using his claws to grab him and try to float up, the Drowned God realized that Drogon was almost reaching his breath-holding limit. If he had known this, he should have held on a little longer and regretted it deeply.