Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 504 Braavos Havoc
Seeing the Titan beheaded, all the Braavos people who witnessed what happened were dumbfounded.

The hope that had arisen melted like ice and snow, and the fear of the dragon hidden deep in his heart regained the upper hand.

Countless people cried in despair, but some roared hysterically.

The place where the Titan fell was the city defense fortress of Braavos. A huge fist-shaped reef protruded from the tip of the lake around the island, and it was densely covered with trebuchets and ballistas.

As descendants of slaves who escaped from the Valyrian Empire, the people of Braavos fear most that their former masters will come riding on dragons.

So these ballistas are meant to counter the threat of dragons.

So, after witnessing the fall of the Titan, the terrified Braavosi soldiers finally adjusted the direction of the ballista under the order of their superiors, and launched an attack on the dragon.

Whoosh whoosh—

Countless thick crossbow arrows shot towards the white dragon like a heavy rain.

Such an offensive seemed weak and weak in front of the white dragon that was now over [-] meters tall.

Even if they were directly shot by the crossbow arrows, they still couldn't break through the defense of the scales. Even if a few crossbow arrows could penetrate the gaps between the scales, the damage they could cause was extremely limited, and instead aroused the white dragon's anger.

After a shower of arrows, the white dragon roared resonantly, and then spread its wings that covered the sky and covered the sun, flew quickly close to the rough sea, and rushed towards the Jianshi Fortress.

Before the ballista in the fortress was reloaded, raging flames spewed out from the dragon's mouth, like a huge spear of fire, sweeping across the ballista position wantonly.

boom!
Countless ballistae and trebuchets turned into burning fragments in the flames, and the Braavos soldiers who could not escape were also wrapped in flames.

The shrill screams came one after another.

Puff puff--

One by one, soldiers jumped into the sea like dumplings, trying to escape the raging flames.

Many more soldiers hid in the rock fortress.

But obviously, this is not a wise choice.

The flames breathed out by the white dragon are so hot that not even stones can resist it.

In the night, the square fortress on the reef island is like a quilt candle, the melted stone turns into a black liquid and flows down.

The soldiers in the fortress were surrounded by flames, scorched by high temperature, screaming, twisted, melted, and turned into charred corpses.

The fire spread among the fortresses, and the rising flames illuminated the dark night sky. Orange-red and scorched black were flowing, creating a scene that looked like the end of the world.

It was only then that Braavos truly understood the despair of facing a dragon.

This is simply not a power that mortals can deal with, and it is simply a power that should not belong to the secular world.

More than 400 years ago, their ancestors went through untold hardships before they escaped to the northernmost tip of the continent of Essos, and escaped from the enslavement of the dragon kings on an island shrouded in mist.

But today, the Dragon King came again.

Only the Braavosi found out in despair how all their hard work over the centuries was worthless in front of the soaring flame behemoth.

The sailors on the wharf, the craftsmen in the Silk Street, the priests in the Island of Gods, the faceless men in the House of Black and White, the keykeepers in the Iron Vault... At this moment, they were all so panic-stricken.

Naho Demetis stood on the attic of the Neptune Palace, half of his face was flushed red by the firelight.

"What kind of idiot would want to provoke such an existence!" He cursed through gritted teeth, and he no longer had the calmness of watching a good show before.

Regarding the Antalion family's desperate counterattack, the Iron Bank actually looked on with cold eyes and even welcomed its success.

But now, Nahuo finally understands what Dragon's Wrath is.

If we don't act quickly, I'm afraid that the whole Braavos will fall into the fiery hell.

Thinking of this, he immediately turned around and walked out, while giving a hurried order:

"Quick! Inform all 23 watchman families that we must change tactics!"

"Yes!"

The Iron Treasury envoy who hurriedly left the Sea King's Hall did not see that behind him, His Majesty the Sea King who had been seriously ill and dying slowly got up from the bed.

"Quero," he cried, "call all courtiers, I have something to announce."

Quero Valentine, the chief swordsman of Braavos, looked at Neptune standing firmly in front of the bed, his eyes as wide as bells.

"Didn't you understand what I said?" Neptune said again, "Go quickly!"

Quiro woke up suddenly. Too many things happened tonight that he couldn't understand. However, under the power of the old Sea King, he still subconsciously responded:

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Under the threat of the dragon, an unprecedented storm is brewing in the political arena of Braavos.

But Samwell didn't pay attention to these things at all at this time. After destroying the Braavos army who dared to resist, he drove the white dragon into the sky again and headed towards the Island of the Gods.

The island at the confluence of the Heroes Canal and the Long Canal got its name from the enshrining of many gods.

There was the Weeping Lady of Lys, and there were the wooden halls of the Harmony, and the triangular towers of the Three Heads, and the stone statues of the Silence, and the Weaver's Labyrinth...

As the most prosperous trading city-state on the continent of Essos, Braavos has brought together travelers from all over the world, and of course it has also gathered beliefs from all over the world.

Samwell's goal is very clear, which is the most conspicuous red-roofed square tower——

Red Temple.

Inside the temple, a group of red-robed priests looked at the approaching dragon, all with expressions of despair on their faces.

The leader, the red-robed monk, had tears in his eyes and seemed to have just suffered a huge blow.

He suddenly raised his hands and said loudly:
"We mortals die alone!

Be at a loss, hesitate in the valley!
Fortunately, compatriots, gather together!

Fortunately, there is a true God, and Jiayi overflows me! "

When he said the last sentence, all the red-robed monks echoed loudly.

Suddenly, the outer wall of the temple shone with a dazzling red light, as bright as blood.

When the orange-red dragon flame descended from the sky, this layer of red light blocked the flames out.

But the next moment, an even more dazzling golden flame shot out from the dragon flame, instantly gouging out a huge hole in the red light shield.

boom!
The square dome of the temple exploded, countless rubble splashed in all directions, and half of the beams and columns of the entire hall collapsed.

The red-robed monks looked at the blond-haired and golden-eyed King of the Seven Kingdoms in disbelief, who was floating above the main hall, looking at themselves with indifferent and pitiful eyes.

"Caesar!" The leading red-robed monk stepped forward and said, "You are an apostle of the true God, why did you betray?"

Samwell smiled coldly:
"Betrayal? I should ask R'hllor about that."

The red robe monk said:

"Golden Flame and Red Flame have the same root and origin. Since you are the son of Holy Flame, how can you..."

"I am the Lord of the Holy Flame!" Samwell interrupted.

Golden flames surrounded him, setting him off extremely sacred and tall.

A real coercion spread, overwhelming the red-robed monks in the hall.

But they still refused to give in.

"Arrogance!" the leading red-robed monk yelled angrily, "How can mortals spy on the authority of the true god!"

"True God?" The sarcasm on Samwell's face became more intense, "The Crow's Eye is right, all the gods are lies. If your true God really has supreme power, let him come and stop me."

After finishing speaking, the giant sword in Samwell's hand swung loudly——

A golden light that was more dazzling than the sun exploded suddenly, filling the entire Red Temple hall in an instant.

The red-robed monks in the temple did not make any resistance at all, and before they even had time to pray to the King of Light to save themselves, they turned into piles of ashes.

boom!
Cleopatra suddenly landed, and her huge body crushed most of the Red Temple.

"Roar--"

It let out an angry and excited roar, waved its thick tail, and swept down all the remaining buildings of the Red Temple.

Samwell raised his head and looked at a place above the sky, where he vaguely felt a peeping gaze.

Those eyes were full of anger——

Angry but powerless.

"Are you really a bunch of poor prisoners?" Samwell asked towards the sky.

The provocative look on his face became more and more undisguised.

Cleopatra was still breathing flames recklessly, turning the ruins of the Red Temple into a sea of ​​flames.

Countless followers of the Red God of Braavos watched all this, and something in their hearts was collapsing.

"No! This is impossible! How could the True God allow this demon to wreak havoc!"

"Could it be that R'hllor is a fake?"

"The end is coming! This is the test of the true God! We must be strong...not good! The devil is here! Run!"

……

The believers dispersed, crying and fleeing.

The island of gods, which was extremely sacred and solemn in the past, is now full of betrayal, doubt and fear.

For the Braavosi, tonight was destined to be a night never to be forgotten.

And this night is far from over.

Among the panicked crowd, a man covering his whole body with a hood was running quickly towards the hill at the southern end of the Island of the Gods.

On top of the hill sat a temple with a black spire—

House of black and white.

Temple of the Faceless.

The gates of the temple are a pair of tall double-opening carved wooden doors, the left one is made of weirwood, white as bones, and the right one is ebon wood with a slight glow.

The hooded man quickly came to the door and knocked on the wooden door hastily.

After a while, the wooden door opened, and a faceless man in a black and white robe came out.

"Why men come."

"I am Bruce Antalion, the son of the Sea King." The hooded man said urgently, "Now that the dragon is attacking, this is an extremely terrible disaster for Braavos! On my father's orders, please Take action immediately and kill the intruder!"

The Faceless Man slowly shook his head:
"The Faceless Man is a servant of the God of Many Faces, and only obeys the revelation of the gods. Your father has no right to order us."

Bruce said angrily:

"You are also a member of Braavos! The original Faceless Men were also enslaved! We have worked so hard to escape from Valyria and build a new city here, a free city-state without slaves! Do you want To see it destroyed? Do you want to be slaves to the dragon again?"

The faceless man still shook his head calmly:

"The dragon king this time is different from the dragon king in Valyria back then. You have been to Westeros, you should know that there are no slaves there."

"But are you willing to bow the knee to Caesar?"

"We will not bow the knee to any mortal."

"Then kill Caesar!"

"Death is an expensive gift." The Faceless Man still said in his slow tone, "It cannot be given casually."

Bruce was about to be blown out of anger, but when he looked back and saw the Red Temple that had turned into a sea of ​​flames, a flash of firmness and determination flashed across his face, and finally he gritted his teeth and escaped something from the wide robe.

"This is the dragon egg I stole from King's Landing!" He said in a tone of great reluctance, "Is it enough to trade it for Caesar's life?"

The Faceless Man suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the dragon egg:

"It's alive."

"Of course it's alive!" Bruce said, "It's different from the three dead eggs that have been turned into stones bought by the trash of the Iron Bank. These are just born dragon eggs, and they can definitely hatch! As long as you can find dragon species, You can subdue this giant dragon!"

The so-called dragon species are descendants of the blood of the Dragon King family.

Such people are actually not uncommon.

Back then, the Valyrian Empire was so powerful that the entire continent of Essos trembled under the power of forty dragon king families.

But at the same time, there are countless people eager to get the blood of the Dragon King family, so nobles from all over the world are scrambling to send their daughters to the beds of members of the Dragon King family.

Even if you don't want a name.

As a result, countless illegitimate children of the Dragon King family were born, and these people were called "dragon species".

During the bloody dragon dance, members of the Targaryen family suffered heavy casualties, and they could not even find enough dragon knights to control the dragon.

So they found the dragon species, and let these lowly illegitimate bloodlines control the dragon and participate in the battle.

Bruce knew that the House of Black and White wanted dragons too.

Such a terrifying creature, who would not desire to have it.

If he hadn't been driven to a dead end, how could Bruce be willing to give such a precious dragon egg to the Faceless Man.

"Hurry up!" Seeing that the white dragon had risen into the sky again, and was heading towards the direction of the Black and White House, he immediately urged even more anxiously, "Make a decision quickly! Do you want this dragon egg!"

The Faceless Man opened the wooden door, stepped aside, and said:
"Men come in first."

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately strode into the courtyard of black and white.

He entered the door with his front foot, and the white dragon landed on the hill with his back foot.

Samwell jumped off the dragon's back and slowly came to the black and white wooden door.

"Why do men come?" the faceless man asked again.

Samwell's golden pupils looked at the Faceless Man from top to bottom, as if he saw something interesting, a smile full of meaning appeared on his face:

"I'm here for my dragon egg."

The Faceless Man nodded, stepped aside again, and said:

"Please come in."

Samwell looked at the dark space behind the wooden door, and smiled again:
"it is good."

After finishing speaking, he strode forward and entered the courtyard of black and white.

The pair of black and white wooden doors closed slowly behind him, as if separating the two worlds.

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