Winterfell, Duke's study.
Gary Sitting in a familiar position, I felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Oh, it turns out that his body has become smaller and a certain part is missing, so he is a little uncomfortable with it.
Daenerys and others sat on the other side of the desk, observing Gary's every move, seeming to determine whether he was Luke·Stark.
Bingling put on a priest's uniform and leaned lazily on the wooden chair. "You don't have to be so nervous. Although Luke has become Supreme God Gary, his relationship with us has not changed. We can just get along with each other as usual."
Gary also felt embarrassed, "That's how it should be."
Teresa came to the middle of the study and knelt down on one knee in front of Gary, "Supreme God, I hope you can grant me a divine status and make me a member of the divine realm."
Gary is now the only true god with a body and is a higher existence than other gods. He can absorb the unconscious energy bodies around him and become stronger all the time.
Even if he divides some of his energy, there will be no problem.
"Teresa, I grant you the status of the goddess of the ocean. You will be in charge of the rivers and seas of the world, and everything in the water is under your control."
Gary After speaking, a small crown made of flowing water flew out from his palm and slowly fell on Theresa's head.
At this moment, Teresa's human body immediately transformed into a body as powerful as a god's body.
"Thank you for your generosity."
Theresa sat back in her seat, silently feeling the new power.
Gary once again gathered a small wooden crown covered with vines and flowers, and directed it to fly to Melisandre's head.
"Melisandre, I grant you the position of God of the Forest, in charge of the life and death of thousands of trees, flowers and plants."
Later, Gary carefully shaped two small crystal crowns and sent one of them to Daenerys's head.
"Daenerys, I grant you the status of the goddess of justice. You represent absolute justice in the world and can command the power of thunder to judge injustice and establish order."
Another crystal crown flew out of the window, flying farther and farther...
Crownlands, King's Landing, Red Keep.
Margaery is sitting in the king's study, reviewing and approving countless reports.
She could have asked Hand of the King Tyrion to share some of the burden, but House Lannister's sudden surrender left Lord Hand busy taking over Westerlands's affairs and had no time to take care of these government affairs.
"Bang bang bang!"
Someone knocked hard on the door, making Margaery feel very irritable, "What happened?"
Several Gold Cloaks opened the door and came in to report, "Miss Margaery, Dragon... Two Dragon just bit our people, breathed fire and attacked the Knights Templar, and then flew away. Ser Jaime also suffered serious burns, and he specially asked us to invite the lady over."
Margaery slapped the table and stood up, "What? Dragon hurt someone? How is that possible?"
Holding up her skirt, she hurriedly walked out of Maegor's Holdfast and ran towards Godswood inside Red Keep.
At this time, Godswood had ignited a raging fire, and the two Dragon disappeared without a trace. The surrounding Gold Cloaks and the Templar Knights all knew that it was Dragon who launched the attack first. They seemed to have lost their minds and attacked the passing Gold Cloaks and the Templar Knights wantonly.
Margaery hurriedly organized manpower to put out the fire to ensure that the fire would not spread to Red Keep.
At the same time, she is also worried about things in the north. Could Dragon's drastic change in temperament be related to the North? Could it be that something happened to Luke?
Stormlands, Storm's End.
Aegon VI, who was feeding Dragon, suddenly screamed, "Ah! Damn it! You ungrateful beast, you dare to bite off my hand!"
An infant Dragon, which was almost human-like, chewed the severed arm in its mouth with a ferocious expression. It used Hooked Claw's forelimbs and powerful hind limbs to attack the steel collar around its neck crazily.
The form is crazy, like a mad dog.
Aegon VI covered his broken arm and kept retreating under the protection of the soldiers, "What happened to him? Did you feed him some bad food?"
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, Dragon is fed by you personally every day. None of us dare to approach Dragon..."
The officials and soldiers responsible for guarding Dragonpit did not dare to take responsibility and knelt down to explain.
Aegon VI was overwhelmed by pain and anger. He drew his sword with his left hand and stabbed all the officials and soldiers present to death.
His Dragon did not hesitate to scratch himself, but also attacked the collar around his neck. After struggling to no avail, Dragon sprayed out Dragonfire, burning the chain connected to the collar.
"Ding!"
The red-hot iron chain gradually softened and was torn off by Dragon.
Aegon VI noticed Dragon's intention. Does it want to escape? "No! Don't leave! Balerion! Stay here and accompany me to fight Seven Kingdoms... ah!"
Before he finished speaking, Balerion sprayed Dragonfire at Aegon VI, instantly igniting the right side of Aegon VI's body.
After Balerion finished all this, he raised his head and flew towards Dragonpit, flying towards the north of Westeros.
The injured Aegon VI fell into a coma. Fortunately, a bald old man with Flame tattoos on his face arrived in time and used Magic to disperse Dragonfire, saving Aegon VI.
A few days later, Red God of Storm's End was in the temple.
Aegon VI was wrapped up into a mummy by them, lying on the bed unable to move.
The bald old man is Lord of Light's first servant, the great supreme priest, Benerro. He is preparing a potion for Aegon VI, "Your Majesty's injury is very serious, it is best not to move around."
Aegon VI asked with a hoarse voice, "Long, where is my Dragon?"
Benerro did not look back and replied casually, "Someone witnessed that His Majesty's Dragon flew towards the north. Probably... it was summoned by other Dragon."
"How could this happen? It's my dragon!" Aegon VI was very excited, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.
Benerro chuckled, "Your Majesty, haven't you woke up yet? Dragon may be powerful, but it is still a beast. In an emergency, it will bite back its master."
Carrying a bowl of mud, he turned around and came to Aegon VI's bedside. He slowly removed the bandage on Aegon VI's body and smeared the mud on the burned skin.
"Your Majesty, Lord of Light is far more reliable than Dragon and more powerful than Dragon. Just trust us and we will help you regain Iron Throne so that you can control Seven Kingdoms."
"By then, I also hope that His Majesty will abide by his promise and allow Red God temples to be spread throughout every corner of Westeros."
Aegon VI endured the severe pain of the wound and forced a smile, "Don't worry, pastor, I remember it all. As long as you can defeat Dragon and Magic of House Stark for me, I will not treat you badly."
Benerro silently recited the Magic mantra, and the medicinal mud on Aegon VI's body began to slowly squirm. After a while, the severely burned skin healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It's a pity that Aegon VI's right arm failed to grow back.