Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

The "God's Grace" launch ceremony was held on schedule on Sunday.

Armor lined up, proclaiming its nobility.

Lances stood in formation, blessing its might.

Horns blared, celebrating its birth.

The wide and sprawling docks of King's Landing were already packed with people who had come to watch the ceremony.

Besides the dignitaries who had received advance notice and were permitted to leave the city, commoners living outside the city also gathered at the docks, neglecting their work.

No one could remain calm after seeing it. No one could bear to take their eyes off it.

People were genuinely moved by it.

"Blessed by the gods."

"What a great miracle this is!"

"Is this thing really a warship that can float on water? Who can compete with it?"

"The grace of the gods is boundless!"

"Nothing is impossible; the power of the gods is much greater, how can mortals fathom it."

Excited and astonished words never ceased.

People repeated them over and over again. Even after hearing praises for half a day, they still couldn't help but express their admiration, hoping to release some of the surging emotions in their hearts, so as not to be so excited as to faint on the spot.

From last night until this morning, some people were fortunate enough to witness the astonishingly fast construction process of the "God's Grace."

So they immediately began to vividly describe it to the people around them, their faces full of pride and excitement, seemingly afraid that others wouldn't notice, as if they themselves were the owners of this creation of the gods.

The not-so-secret construction process of the "God's Grace" quickly spread among the crowd on the dock.

Again and again, people repeated the miracles they had seen, until everyone had heard every description, remembered it in their hearts, and even recited it verbatim.

Everyone knew.

An endless line of carriages brought countless cargo boxes, piling up into small mountains by the docks in the evening.

Sailors and captains said that it was probably more than the total amount of goods that the port handled in a whole day.

Subsequently, the golden river water was covered by a layer of shadow. It was logs floating down from the upper reaches of the Blackwater Rush, solid and thick, very fresh, some even with lush crowns.

At least a large forest was felled, which could probably feed hundreds of people if used for farming.

All the wood flowed downstream, but was blocked near the cargo box mountains downstream of the dock, almost filling that area of the river into land.

Then, the miracle arrived.

The adults wearing white cloaks with golden six-pointed stars used divine grace, and the cold, damp wood moved on its own, as if it had come to life, crawling onto the shore.

After reaching the shore, the wood seemed to turn into a silky liquid, approaching each other and melting into a mass.

The wood was as soft as a lump of mud at this time.

Many invisible hands kneaded and pinched the lump of wood, shaping the wood like building a mud castle.

The shipwrights pointed to the wooden frame under the "God's Grace" and said, that's it.

Something never seen before, but it was a dock, shaped by divine grace, a dock carrying divine grace.

This dock was composed of closely arranged concave wooden frames. Each wooden frame was four or five feet wide and five or six fathoms long, and the combined shape just looked like the bottom of a ship.

After recognizing the shape of the ship's bottom, all the captains, sailors, shipwrights, and anyone who had lived by the water were immediately shocked and questioned.

Such a big ship?!

What happened later was even more staggering and completely unimaginable.

The adults in the six-pointed star cloaks approached the cargo boxes, and the wood used to make the cargo boxes flowed to the outer periphery, leaving only pieces of steel and countless knives, guns, axes, and spears in place.

Immediately afterwards, all the steel melted, not into hot molten steel, but still emitting a cold white light.

The steel climbed onto the wooden frames, like liquid flowing upwards, like vines climbing trees, like the tentacles and suckers of sea monsters.

People had never seen so much steel so closely attached together.

They must have been very happy, cheering and climbing to the highest point. When there was no road, they stepped on each other's bodies and continued to climb upwards, gradually forming a mutually supporting skeleton, with the slender shape of a warship.

The steel hull lay on the dock.

After that, the adults in the six-pointed star cloaks stayed in the dock for a long, long time, until the sky turned white again, until all the surrounding steel and wood disappeared.

People only knew that all the materials had become part of the warship.

As for how many thrilling changes, how many exquisite structures, solid rooms, and terrifying weapons were inside the hull, they couldn't see it at all, and could only rely on imagination.

However, just what people knew and saw was enough to be told as myths and epics.

An invincible warship forged of steel.

Who can break through its broadside? Who can withstand its ram? Who can ignite its deck? Who can overturn its body?

It will become the absolute overlord of the sea.

Redwyne's fleet? The Iron Fleet? These are no longer enough to compare. Only the vast fleet of Braavos is qualified to compete.

As for the outcome.

People's eyes were fixed on the "God's Grace" on the dock. As long as it can be launched smoothly, and a dozen or dozens more companions are added, no matter how many warships Braavos has, they are just children who have not grown up.

Everyone was fascinated by this magnificent and majestic creation, as if they had already seen the day when the Westeros fleet would be invincible.

"God's Grace" stood proudly on the dock, silently proud.

The auspicious time has arrived.

Tyrion walked behind King Joffrey, holding a bottle of Arbor Gold wine from the Arbor, "Your Majesty, it is time."

Tyrion's reaction to this terrifying warship was no different from most people on the dock.

This "God's Grace" was not built by the pyromancers of the Guildhall. Tyrion only saw its appearance this morning.

Tyrion then realized that Hannah's logistics department also had a group of pyromancers, and the tasks they were responsible for were even more important, more glamorous than building houses and repairing sewers.

Thinking of the weapons and equipment dedicated to the Holy Warriors mentioned by Hannah in the "Throne Room" report, Tyrion became even more curious.

But now, the only protagonist is the King and this "God's Grace" about to be launched.

Tyrion respectfully presented the tribute in his hand.

Joffrey took the crystal-clear Arbor Gold wine, turned to look at Sansa beside him.

"Sansa, my queen, your kindness will bless its fate, your beauty will soothe its loneliness, your nobility will honor its journey. Let us witness its birth together."

Sansa nodded happily, took Joffrey's right arm, and walked to the bow of the ship.

The two stood in front of the figurehead, looking at the seven gods "Maiden", ten feet tall, with her arms crossed.

Everyone on the deck quieted down, saluting the king, the lady, and the warship with their eyes, witnessing the successful conclusion of the ceremony.

According to tradition.

Joffrey, acting as the "priest", stroked the figurehead seven times, offering seven prayers.

Then, Sansa threw the bottle in her hand forcefully.

Pa~

The bottle shattered, and the golden liquid flowed and dripped wantonly on the figurehead.

Like golden blood.

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