Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

A chilling white light shone down from above.

All the assistants and apprentices looked up in awe. The King behind the pure white orb was so dazzling, yet his face was indistinct, as if he were an angel too holy for mortals to gaze upon.

Harren and several Sages, having descended into the hall, couldn't help but look around.

In the light, the stone walls, columns, and figures were clearly visible, along with narrow tunnels connecting various places, intricate patterns carved into the panels, heavy ancient wooden and iron doors, and black stone platforms resembling altars.

What a magnificent and beautiful hall, a glorious masterpiece of the Guild's predecessors! Harren excitedly and proudly took in everything he saw.

In all his decades, this was the first time he had seen the hall in such clarity.

Although the hall was some distance from the Wildfire storage, the heat of the flames shouldn't ignite the Wildfire deep underground.

But out of caution, coupled with long-standing habits and traditions, the Guild had always used only sealed oil lamps for lighting, never braziers or torches.

Even the Iron Torch Corridor, which was closer to the surface, usually had no exposed flames, except during extremely important moments, such as welcoming the King.

Harren looked up at King Joffrey, the bright white light blurring the King's face, as if staring directly at the sun.

Fortunately, he was able to make out the King nodding.

Receiving the instruction, Harren turned to look at the black stone altar in the center of the hall, where the sacrifices were already in place.

Today, at this very moment, the Guild would rise again, the alchemists would be revived, as long as the Flame Child was successfully born.

Harren anxiously checked the arrangement of the scene.

The outer walls of the altar were painted with the magic circle recorded in ancient texts, the ink made from a mixture of blood, sulfur, silver powder, and Wildfire.

Nine wooden crosses stood on the altar, the sacrifices locked to them, motionless.

Three sacrifices had been slaughtered early on, their blood gradually flowing into the carved patterns on the altar.

Three sacrifices were wearing nooses, waiting for the flames to rise, with assistants standing by to immediately strangle them, offering their souls and deaths to the ritual.

The last three sacrifices were fast asleep, unharmed.

The sacrifices surrounded a vat full of Wildfire.

Harren took out a scroll from his怀里, scrutinizing the ancient incantation copied onto it word by word, ensuring no mistakes were made, lest all efforts be wasted.

This incantation needed to be chanted nine times, alternating between three languages three times. Harren and the Sages had spent many days determining its specific meaning, and then spent a long time practicing the chanting until they were skilled enough to recite it without hesitation.

Finally, he looked at the ground.

The crystal stones bestowed by the King outlined a two-丈 long hexagram array on the ground, with the black stone altar where the sacrifices were located at the center of the hexagram. Harren himself and the other five Sages stood at each corner.

This hexagram array was not a requirement recorded in the ancient texts.

But Harren's greatest confidence lay precisely in this extra magic circle, or rather, the crystal stones containing the power of divine grace.

Records of ancient rituals were not uncommon, and Harren believed that his predecessors must have made many attempts, with predictable results: the lost術法 remained ineffective.

The predecessors had many guesses about this. Dragons, magic, or even gods.

Harren once didn't know which explanation to believe. But now, with just a few crystal stones, the creation of Wildfire could be greatly accelerated, even without more incantations or magic circles.

Harren seemed to know why those spells had failed. It wasn't dragons, but the power behind the crystal stones.

The Flame Child, would it like the crystal stones?

Harren took a deep breath, the damp, cold air filling his nostrils and chest, slightly calming his restless thoughts.

Then, he looked at each of the other five Sages one by one.

Between the exchange of glances, the mysterious ritual lost for countless years quietly began.

The six Sages slowly unfolded the scrolls in their hands.

The first recitation of the incantation was in the common tongue brought to Westeros by the Andals, which Harren and the others chanted aloud together.

"Great Master of Blazing Flames and Life, You are…

Your followers are here to pray, …, accept our sincerely offered sacrifices, respond to the call of the ritual…

Spirits of leaping flame,…"

The voices of the Sages echoed continuously in the spacious hall, trembling, intense, and fanatical, as if calling upon a worshipped god.

The second recitation was in High Valyrian, which sounded more fluent and beautiful, like a poem.

The third recitation was in Asshai'i, the words short and coherent, even more mysterious and profound, completely an obscure magical incantation.

Joffrey stood on the high platform, watching quietly.

The incantation sounded ordinary, just some phrases in several languages, seemingly very easy to copy.

But Joffrey had already conducted a large number of experiments.

The dances and incantations of Melisandre and the alchemists did not work on everyone.

Even if people were to completely replicate them, with sufficient source energy placed around them, there was still no guarantee that they could use the corresponding spells.

The source of the power of the spells, the high-level runes that suddenly appeared, behind this were probably multiple powerful beings, and they would also perform some kind of screening on those who sought power.

How was this response mechanism achieved?

What was their, or His, state?

Did they have human-like thoughts, intelligence, or emotions?

Joffrey only knew that They had not manifested in the world, as for the reasons or motives, it was still a mystery.

"Great Master of Blazing Flames and Life…" The six Sages in the magic circle chanted the second round.

Master of Blazing Flames and Life. Joffrey pondered this title.

Did this refer to the Lord of Light?

Another being?

Or was it just a meaningless exaggerated name, just to make the spell look more mysterious?

"Great Master of Blazing Flames and Life…"

The Sages chanted the third round, and began to make strange postures, faster and faster, gradually dancing, like a ball of flame.

Bang~

The magic circle on the outer wall of the altar suddenly burst into flames, the deep green flames winding upwards, clinging to every black stone it touched, scorching the entire altar.

The assistants who had been waiting for a long time immediately tightened the nooses, ending the lives of the three sacrifices.

The souls of the three sacrifices slowly dissipated in the air.

Joffrey looked at the top of the altar.

Two complex patterns were drawing source energy from the crystal stones, transforming it into dense starlight, which sprinkled down on the altar.

The vat of Wildfire on the altar quickly glowed green.

The Sages gradually retreated, the incantations and dances still continuing.

The fire snakes on the outer wall of the altar climbed onto the platform, heading towards the vat of Wildfire in the center.

The Sages stopped chanting and ran wildly outwards.

Boom~

The Wildfire exploded and shattered, the emerald green flames instantly engulfing the entire altar.

The Wildfire devoured the three unconscious sacrifices, who awoke in agony, but all they could do was scream in despair, until their throats were destroyed and their bones turned to ash.

Harren climbed up the high platform, panting heavily, and came to the King's side.

Joffrey concentrated on observing the altar.

The Wildfire leaped and danced endlessly, the emerald green flames shooting up several丈 high. All nine sacrifices had been burned to ashes, leaving only six invisible souls.

The silver starlight entangled the souls, dragging them towards the passionately dancing Wildfire.

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