Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 138: Battleship Charge!

The drums beat loudly.

The soaring horns were even more impassioned and resonant.

The maiden figurehead on the prow of the "God's Grace" cradled her arms, emitting a dazzling golden light from her chest, bestowing grace upon everyone on the pier below.

Bathed in golden light, people looked up at the invincible warship.

Suddenly, the towering wooden dockyard came to life, each wooden frame lowering itself, the ones closer to the river crouching lower, the angle gradually tilting until they became slides.

The front half of the "God's Grace" was already suspended in the air and slowly descending.

The sound of drums and horns reverberated through the sky.

But as they watched the ironclad warship lower its body and charge towards the Blackwater Rush on the wooden frames, people felt that all the sounds were the battle cry of the "God's Grace."

Like a knight charging down a hillside towards a crowd.

The "God's Grace's" sharp, knife-like prow cleanly cleaved the calm river surface, and two white, foamy waves immediately surged outwards, as if they were flesh and blood cleaved in two by the knight's blade.

The river couldn't overcome it.

Its gleaming iron body swayed slightly, as it slowly moved to the center of the river, cutting off the main channel of the Blackwater Rush, calm and steady.

One breath, two breaths…

It still showed no sign of sinking! It even turned in place, its bow gradually pointing towards the estuary downstream!

Everyone immediately jumped and shouted, hugged each other with smiles, clenched their fists and waved them不停, venting the unstoppable heat and strength湧現 in their bodies.

The "God's Grace" was not a toy on the shore, but a true floating fortress!

Woo~~

The "God's Grace" sounded its long whistle, drowning out the horns and the crowd, all other sounds.

Joffrey stood on the prow, looking back at the riverbank.

The dockyard built specifically for the "God's Grace" was nearing destruction.

On the unscathed high platform behind the dockyard stood a patch of small, dark figures, the VIPs who had been evacuated from the warship in advance.

The reason these people disembarked in advance was not because they were worried about the warship's launch failing, but because the content of the Copper Gate City war council had been presented to Joffrey and a group of ministers yesterday.

Renly said, "Advance west along the line of the Rainwood and Greenstone."

The Rainwood and Greenstone were both south of Copper Gate.

First south, then west, this was not Renly's original planned route.

The former Renly proudly planned to travel north comfortably along the Kingsroad, showing off his power in the Crownlands before crossing the Kingswood and heading west on the Roseroad.

Renly's plan would certainly not succeed.

The Holy War Army of King's Landing would completely extinguish Renly's ambition in the Kingswood, and not a single rebel would escape into the Reach.

But now.

Just because of a few rumors touting the strength of King's Landing, Renly actually put away his arrogance? Intentionally avoiding the Kingswood?

Joffrey didn't know whether to be happy or depressed.

Recently, he had loosened some control over King's Landing, both because it was no longer necessary to seal it off so tightly, and also because he wanted to deter the southern lords and shake the unity and morale of the rebels before the war.

Who knew the effect would be too good, directly causing Renly to change his marching route.

Just this morning, at the same time as the launch ceremony of the "God's Grace" flagship, the 20,000 troops of Haystack Hall and Copper Gate City had already set off south.

Their marching speed was not slow.

It was expected to reach the Rainwood in three days, Greenstone two weeks later, and Bitterbridge in early September.

The entire journey was at the southernmost tip of the Kingswood.

Tyrion therefore strenuously advised, explicitly opposing the implementation of the previously drafted counterattack plan.

If the main force of the Stormlands rebels was still pursued according to the original plan, the most likely battlefield for the two armies to encounter would be between the Rainwood and Greenstone, the border area between the Kingswood and the Red Mountains.

Far and remote.

Logistics were difficult to replenish, the field of vision was narrow and cramped, the roads were winding or simply non-existent.

Once entangled or the enemy avoided battle and delayed, when the army from Bitterbridge attacked from the west, flanking from the left and right, the battle situation would inevitably become more troublesome, adding variables and casualties.

Tyrion didn't dare say that the Holy War Army would be defeated.

Duke Tywin also supported acting cautiously, and Grand Maester Pycelle naturally followed.

Duke Eddard did not express his opinion.

The Kingslayer and the Hound both craved to lead the army to take the initiative, Aelin, Hannah, and "The Bold" Barristan silently served, only expressing opinions within their scope of duties.

Joffrey thought about it and decided to make some adjustments to the scheduled battle order.

Postponing the decisive battle for a few days.

This was also why he was still standing on the deck of the "God's Grace."

Pa~ Pa~

The Hound walked over, stepping on the receding watermarks on the deck, "The warlocks have finished their inspection and are ready to set sail at any time."

Joffrey placed one hand on the railing, instantly understanding the entire structure and materials of the ship.

This warship was a thorough magical creation.

Shaping runes combined thousands of tons of steel and other materials into a whole.

Therefore, the warlocks could sense the shape, structure, and damage of the entire warship from anywhere on the ship, so as to improve or remedy it in the first time and maintain the warship's combat effectiveness.

Its structure was not scientific enough.

The people at the Research Institute had never imagined that steel could also be used to build warships, and the designed drawings could not allow the material properties of ordinary steel to support this huge warship.

Fortunately, there was magic.

Solid runes were hammered into the hull, and the abundant solid magic energy offset the destruction of gravity and stress, allowing this warship, which would have been impossible to form, to float steadily on the water.

Its power system was also full of loopholes.

Joffrey could only determine a basic feasible principle—boiling water.

What system converts energy into power to the greatest extent? What structure is the most efficient engine? Where to place the propeller? The most suitable blade shape and number of blades? What materials can support power transmission…

Each problem was enough to hold up the construction and use of the warship, preventing the drawings from becoming reality, or destroying the fragile reality.

However, the "God's Grace" was a magical creation that spared no expense.

Solid magic energy and recovery magic energy were a perfect combination. Before the magic was exhausted, any deficiencies in structure or materials could be regarded as non-existent.

The effect of fire magic energy was also excellent.

It could evenly transfer its heat to the entire small lake, and it could also instantly turn a drop of water into high-temperature water vapor of hundreds or thousands of degrees.

The best energy source.

Paired with indestructible boilers, steam turbines, turbine blades, gear linkages, propellers and other devices.

All problems were solved.

Magic bred the "God's Grace", allowing this steam-powered warship with an empty weight of 2,000 tons and a maximum load weight of 6,000 tons to be successfully born.

In the future, more and more powerful warships will be summoned to show the power of magic to the world.

As for now, the "God's Grace" was enough.

Joffrey retracted his palm from the railing, "What about the Kingsguard? Are the supplies all ready?"

The Hound's face was full of excitement and anticipation, "All the Kingsguard have boarded the fleet, with no one absent. Weapons and supplies are in place, enough for the entire army for two months."

"Good."

Joffrey looked at the sea.

"Then let's set off. Full speed to Storm's End, clear the coast."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The "God's Grace" stirred up waves, and a long whistle resounded on both sides of the bank.

Immediately afterwards.

The sails billowed, the flags fluttered, and the entire Royal Fleet docked at King's Landing set out.

Sailing to the sea.

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