Gendry's breath suddenly stagnated, as if someone had strangled his throat.
He stared blankly at Corleone, his eyes under the helmet widened in extreme shock, and he even wondered if he was hearing hallucinations due to excessive blood loss.
Kill... kill Melisandre?
The one who had skin-to-skin contact with him, the first woman who broke into his world when he was ignorant?
Even though I know it's deception and use, but...
Seeing that Corleone's eyes were serious and cold, without the slightest hint of teasing or joking, Gendry's heart felt like it was being clenched tightly by an invisible hand.
He turned his head stiffly and looked at Melisandre again.
It wasn't until this moment that he seemed to really "see" her.
Red Woman, who was always calm and aloof, seemed to be burning with some kind of flame. At this moment, the depths of her usually calm red eyes were flickering slightly.
The body still stood upright, but cracks appeared in the absolute indifference that seemed to be above all living things.
"I...
Gendry opened his mouth, but only a dry syllable came out, as if his throat was blocked.
I'm just a blacksmith apprentice!
His heart was roaring like crazy.
He should have been in King's Landing, following his master Tob Mott, sweating profusely in the spark-scattered smithy forging farm tools and repairing armor.
The biggest worries are just the harsh criticism from the master, my stomach, and maybe sometimes a little restlessness towards those topless women on Silk Street.
But the torrent of fate dragged him in for no reason.
The "protection" of the Brotherhood Without Banners turned into betrayal in a blink of an eye, the red-robed woman was seduced and exploited by the monster, the bloody battle on Dragonstone Island, the heavy Antlered Helm on his head, the Warhammer covered in brains and broken bones in his hand, and the cold, powerful and unpredictable Ser Corleone in front of him.
All this is too crazy and too heavy, far beyond what a blacksmith apprentice can understand and bear.
Especially Melisandre... Gendry gasped, and the memories of that night surged up uncontrollably.
The strange aroma in the dark stone room, the pale skin when the red robe slipped off, the pair of red eyes that were so close that they seemed to be able to suck away the soul, and the kind of throbbing that was a mixture of pain, shame, and some kind of indescribable feeling of being completely controlled.
It was something he had never experienced before, a strong sensory impact that seemed to be completely divorced from reality.
Even if you already know that it is a scam and a ritual to extract "King's Blood", how can you easily erase the touch that is imprinted deep in your memory?
Want him to use the Warhammer that just smashed Sanglas's head with his own hands to smash that face and body again?
At this moment, Gendry felt as if the hammer in his hand was extremely heavy, and his arm was so sore that he couldn't lift it at all.
"It seems."
"You didn't think it through."
Corleone's voice sounded again, very dull, but it wiped away the last trace of luck in Gendry's heart.
He shook his head very gently, and a very clear look of disappointment flashed in the depths of his dark eyes.
Sure enough, mud can't hold up a wall, and wearing a dragon robe doesn't look like a prince.
Even wearing this helmet and holding a hammer, he is still far from what Robert Baratheon was when he was young.
Seeing this, Gendry's heart suddenly tightened as if he had been beaten hard.
Although Corleone didn't say these words, the meaning conveyed by his eyes hurt him more than any words.
An inexplicable panic came over him, as if he was afraid that he would be despised by Corleone.
Why?
Gendry couldn't tell.
Perhaps he lost his father when he was young, lacked guidance and recognition, and struggled alone at the bottom. He has long been accustomed to being ignored, used, and used as a tool or bargaining chip.
Although Corleone is strict and sometimes even cruel, he will teach him how to survive on the battlefield, tell him survival principles that are so straightforward that they are almost cruel, and will save himself at critical moments.
In Gendry's wandering experience, Corleone was the first person to show great strength, while also giving him guidance and expectations.
Just like a father.
He didn't want to see disappointment in Corleone's eyes. Not at all.
"No...Godfather!"
In desperation, this title blurted out.
Gendry took a deep breath of the blood-smelling air, clenched the hammer handle stained with sticky blood with both hands, and said solemnly, "I will do it!"
After that, he no longer hesitated, picked up the heavy Warhammer, turned around and walked in the direction of Melisandre.
The hammer head dragged across the stone slab, making a dull metallic friction sound, which was particularly harsh on the dead silent platform.
"Stop!"
A sharp shout suddenly sounded.
A knight with broken armor but fierce eyes suddenly rushed out of the crowd, opened his arms, and stopped in front of Gendry.
There was a bone-deep wound on his face, and blood was flowing, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, staring straight into Antlered Helm's eyes without any fear.
"I don't know who you are, Ser, even though you are wearing the armor of the late king, even though you just helped us fight off the traitors!"
"But you won't allow it! You will never do anything untoward to Lady Melisandre!"
The knight's voice was hoarse but high-pitched. He puffed out his chest, as if to block all threats with his body, and said with determination, "She is Emissary sent by the Lord of Light!"
"She is the beacon that leads us out of the darkness and against eternal winter. Her body carries the flame of the true God, and her words reveal the path to the future!"
"It is she who guides Your Majesty forward, and it is her prayers that give us the courage to fight. Without her, we would have lost our way in the Blackwater River. Without her, how could Your Majesty's flag of justice be held high in this dirty world!!!"
The knight became more and more excited as he spoke, with light burning in his eyes. "You can kill me, you can kill all of us!"
"But the Emissary of the true God cannot be tainted by you. The flames of the King of Light will eventually purify all sins that dare to touch the apostles."
"If you want to do anything to her, start with my body...
Woo~~~~Huh~~~~
The knight's words had not yet finished.
Warhammer roared through the air, Gendry hit the target with a horizontal sweep without any unnecessary nonsense!
The heavy hammer head drew an arc full of violent aesthetics and hit the side of the fanatic knight's helmet firmly!
BAM!!!!
The knight's roar stopped abruptly.
The helmet was dented, and he didn't even make any sound. His limbs twitched twice and then became completely motionless.
From the gaps in the deformed helmet, something red and white slowly seeped out.
Gendry didn't stop, dragging Warhammer over the knight's body.
"Don't block the road."
A voice without any emotion came from under the antlered helmet, and he continued to move forward.
He finally walked in front of Melisandre and stopped. The shadow cast by his tall body completely enveloped Red Woman.
There was silence on the platform.
Stannis pursed his lips tightly, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and everyone who was still alive held their breath.
Gendry raised his head and looked through the gap in his visor at the face close at hand.
Those red eyes clearly reflected his blood-stained Antlered Helm reflection. At this moment, they were finally no longer as calm as before, but were filled with some inexplicable emotion.
It was as if it was only at this moment that she really had herself in her eyes.
Gendry had such an idea out of nowhere.
"Drink!"
Take a deep breath, no nonsense.
Warhammer pierced the air and hit Melisandre's head!
Melisandre didn't dodge, she didn't even blink.
Her gaze seemed to penetrate Gendry and the hammer, and cast its gaze to a more distant place.
The fiery red lips collided silently up and down at an extremely fast speed, just like the trembling of a butterfly's wings when it was dying, and also seemed to be praying.
However, just when the hammer was less than an inch away from her head, it suddenly stopped.
Gendry's arm muscles tightened, and he forcibly restrained the hammer, maintaining the swinging posture, and stared at the face close at hand through the gap in his visor.
Melisandre's red eyes clearly reflected the ferocious hammer head hovering above her head.
However, the strange thing is that the slight flicker caused by the threat of mortal death has disappeared without a trace at this moment.
What was rekindled in those eyes was an almost transparent and martyr-like calmness.
"Why not avoid it?"
Gendry's voice came out from under his visor, muffled.
He would rather she scream and struggle, even if she tempts him with those monster eyes again, than be so completely and disturbingly calm.
Hearing this, Melisandre's lips stopped moving.
She slowly raised her eyes, and her eyes seemed to finally focus on Gendry.
"Because I'm not afraid."
"Why not be afraid!"
Gendry growled, and the hand holding the hammer trembled slightly, whether it was due to the force or the other party's unreasonable reaction.
However, facing his question, the corners of Melisandre's mouth slowly curved upward.
She smiled.
That smile was neither ridicule nor despair, it seemed more like relief after understanding some grand truth.
The firelight danced on her face, making her smile look like the prophets who knew the oracles on the murals.
"Because, I saw it.
"The shadows of the long night are gathering, and sooner than anyone expects, the cold wave of death will engulf the fields."
Her gaze seemed to go beyond Gendry, across the terrace, and toward the far north.
"But the flame never goes out."
"I saw the dragon with three heads, fluttering its wings in the ashes and smoke. I saw ice and fire intertwined on the spindle of fate. The blood of the king and the lost wolf will meet again in the long darkness."
As she spoke, her voice suddenly rose and became very excited. "Light will eventually win!"
"Although the road is tortuous and full of sacrifices, the flame of the true God will surely drive away the eternal winter. This is my mission, my end, and also... a new beginning!"
These words were obscure and difficult to understand, but they were full of a heavy sense of fate, making everyone still alive on the platform, including Stannis and Gerard, feel an inexplicable throbbing.
These are not just her personal last words, but a glimpse into the future destiny of Westeros as a whole.
As Gendry listened, Antlered Helm's expression changed from anger to confusion, and finally turned to bitterness.
He understood, but he didn't seem to fully understand.
But he knew one thing, and that was that in her eyes, the brief, ridiculous physical entanglement between him and her was based on deception and use from the beginning, and it never occupied even the slightest place in her heart.
This woman had already dedicated everything to the Lord of Light, and he... was just a tool, a container that could be used to draw blood at any time.
It turns out that in your eyes... I have never been there.
Maybe not even hate.
Suddenly, Gendry smiled, his smile hidden under his helmet so that no one could see it.
He slowly moved the hammer away from Melisandre's head, lowered it to his side, looked at the red eyes that were glowing again, and sighed deeply helplessly.
There seemed to be a hint of relief in that sigh.
Perhaps he was moved by the mysterious prophecy, but it seemed that he couldn't bear to be cruel after all.
The remaining rear party members have renewed hope in their eyes.
However...
Just when everyone thought Gendry had given up.
Without warning, the heavy hammer swung out from bottom to top!
Bang!!!
This hammer hit Melisandre's waist firmly!
The fragile spine and internal organs suffered a heavy blow instantly!
"I would never...
"Let Godfather down again!!!"
Click!
Accompanied by an angry shout, there was a clear sound of bones breaking.
Melisandre's body was so light that it seemed weightless, like a red leaf picked up by the strong wind, suddenly flying away from the ground!
She flew farther and faster than anyone hit by Warhammer before!
Boom!!!
His back hit the stone wall heavily, and he even hung there for several seconds before slowly sliding down and collapsing at the base of the wall, leaving a dazzling trail of blood on the stone wall.
Melisandre was lying on the ground, her red robe spread out messily under her body, like a flower of flame that suddenly withered.
Her body was twisted in an unnatural posture. It was obvious that the blow just now had broken at least her spine and most of her ribs, and red blood began to ooze from her mouth and nose.
His red eyes were still open, looking at the dark sky, and the vitality was rapidly dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Only his lips were still moving ever so slightly, as if he wanted to spit out the last syllable and complete the unfinished prayer.
Gendry gasped violently, and his emotions fluctuated violently.
But he didn't look at the dying Red Woman again, turned around, dragged Warhammer, stepped on the blood and broken bones on the ground step by step, and walked back to Corleone.
Under everyone's horrified gaze, Warrior wearing Antlered Helm bent down and said piously, "I did it, Ser Corleone."
"As you command."
Corleone looked at him, still not showing much emotion in his black eyes.
He reached out and patted Gendry's shoulder gently, as if his mentor had praised him after completing an excellent experiment in his previous life, "You did a good job, Gendry."
"I also learn quickly, recognize the reality, cut off obstacles, and execute decisively. These are quite excellent qualities."
Gendry's body trembled slightly, he raised his head, Antlered Helm's lower eyes looked at Corleone, and he grinned.
However, Corleone's conversation immediately changed.
"But."
"I have to teach you one more thing."
Under Gendry's confused eyes, he walked slowly towards the direction where Melisandre fell.
"That's...
Corleone stopped a few steps in front of Melisandre, leaned over slightly, carefully looked at the seemingly lifeless body on the ground, and said word by word, "Before you are sure that the enemy is really dead, never, never take it lightly!"
As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly, and then made a move that made everyone present feel creepy.
I saw Corleone grinning at the "corpse" and showing a very warm smile.
"Am I right, Lady Melisandre?"
As soon as these words came out, Stannis frowned, his eyes full of confusion.
Ser Gerard and the remaining knights looked at each other in disbelief.
What the hell is this guy talking about?
Being hit in the middle by a Warhammer like that and hitting a stone wall, how can you still survive?
Let alone a woman with no strength, even a knight wearing heavy armor and as strong as an ox would have no chance of surviving!
Hearing this, Gendry was also stunned, and his eyes under the helmet looked at Corleone in confusion.
He had done as he was told, using all his strength, and the blow felt real.
Isn't it... enough?
On the ground, Melisandre's body lay quietly. The blood flowing from her mouth and nose had gathered into a small pool of blood. Her red eyes had completely lost focus and stared blankly at the sky.
There was no response to Corleone's questions, as if it was really just a dead body gradually cooling down.
Seeing this, Corleone raised his eyebrows and shook his head, as if saying to himself, "It seems that I am overthinking?"
But the actions in his hands were completely opposite to his words.
Not only did he not put away his sword, but he squatted down again.
Poof.
The tip of the sword gently penetrated a sensitive area on the inside of her forearm, which was rich in nerves. Even a comatose person would instinctively twitch when stimulated.
No response.
The arms were soft and limp, without even the slightest tremor.
Corleone's eyes narrowed slightly, her wrist moved, and the tip of the sword stabbed a pain-sensitive point on the outside of her calf.
Poof.
Still no movement.
Wow~~~I can really bear it!
Corleone thought to himself, the interest in his eyes getting stronger.
This level of endurance has exceeded the physiological limits of ordinary people, and even specially trained soldiers cannot achieve it.
Awesome!
However, it is said that the "Unsullied" on the other side of the Narrow Sea have been drinking something called "Wine of Courage" regularly since childhood to reduce their sensitivity to pain, and the pain has become weaker year by year.
It is not ruled out that she also drank.
While Corleone was doing the experiment with great interest, Gerard·Gower Ser on the side finally couldn't help but said, "Even if this woman bewitched Your Majesty and committed many sins, since the person is dead, please don't insult the body like this again, Ser!"
It's not that Ser Gerard is merciful, after all, he has witnessed the disaster caused by Melisandre's fanaticism and has long wanted to kill her with a sword.
But as a knight, this almost blasphemous behavior toward a "female corpse" in front of him has touched upon the deep-rooted principles in his heart.
However, Corleone turned a deaf ear to Gerard's words and focused entirely on Melisandre.
The tip of the sword wandered around other parts of her body, shoulders, flanks, thighs...
Each thrust landed precisely on the nerves or acupuncture points that can cause severe pain, as if returning to the time when anatomy experiments were conducted in previous lives.
He was really curious about how far this seemingly fragile body could endure, or what secrets it might hide.
"Please stop!"
Gerard Watching the sword tip pierce the lifeless body again and again, a mixture of anger and intolerance surged into his heart.
"This was definitely not the knight's doing. She has already paid the price!"
He took a step forward and tried to stop what he considered a senseless and cruel act.
However, on the ground in front of him, a bloody Warhammer was suddenly punched down.
The hammer head sank deeply into the gap in the stone slab, blocking Gerard's way.
"Don't move."
Gendry's voice came out from under the helmet, looking dull and stubborn. "Ser Corleone naturally has his reasons for doing this!"
Although he himself did not fully understand why Corleone treated a "corpse" like this, the experience just now had made him form an almost blind trust in Corleone.
Corleone will not do unnecessary things. Since he insists on doing it, there must be a reason why he must do it.
Gerard was angry at first. As a close confidant of Stannis, how had he ever been blocked like this?
But when he touched the majestic and ferocious Antlered Helm on Gendry's head, he suppressed his anger again.
Now is not the time to talk about chivalry's rules.
The fall of Dragonstone is imminent, the king is seriously injured, and powerful enemies are around. The sudden appearance of these two powerful figures who are difficult to distinguish between friends and foes are the biggest variables.
He cannot bring any more unpredictable risks to Your Majesty just because of his temporary whim.
Gerard took a deep breath, took half a step back, put his hand on the hilt of the sword, looked at it warily, and said no more.
Seeing this, the other guards also fell silent.
There was deathly silence on the platform, except for the slight "puff" sound of the sword tip occasionally piercing the flesh.
Corleone has been "busy" for a while.
Dozens of small wounds were added to Melisandre's red robe, and in some places he even used the tip of his sword to open them to check the condition under the skin.
But from the beginning to the end, the body showed no sign of recovery of vital signs, no breathing ups and downs, no muscle spasms, and the pupils remained in a deathly dilated state.
Even Corleone himself began to waver. Could it be that he was really worrying too much?
The King of Light really doesn't care about this woman?
He frowned and was about to put away his sword and stand up, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at Melisandre's neck again.
Her red robe was already messy, revealing her pale neck and a small piece of collarbone, which stood tall and white.
But Corleone was not in the mood to appreciate it at all. Instead, he looked at the simple necklace with a huge Ruby on his chest.
Before, Corleone didn't pay special attention to it because of the blood stains and clothing covering it.
But under [Insight Iv3], Corleone discovered that this fiery red gem seemed to be shining with a faint light that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, as if flames were flowing inside.
He took back Longsword with a thought.
Then, under everyone's confused gaze, he stretched out his left hand and reached towards Melisandre's chest.
Just when the finger was still inches away from the gem.
Suddenly!
A white and slender hand stretched out from the side and tightly grasped Corleone's wrist. Then, a familiar voice sounded, "No...Ser."
As soon as these words came out, everyone on the terrace widened their eyes and looked at this strange and horrifying scene in disbelief.
Even Stannis felt a little numb.
Actually... still alive?
Corleone looked up and saw on the ground, Melisandre's originally empty and scattered red eyes, now staring at him seriously. In the depths of her pupils, the extinguished flame seemed to have rekindled, albeit slightly weakly.
But he was not as surprised as others. Instead, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said in a teasing tone, "You are very familiar with Brother Guang."
, Melisandre's hand tightly grasped Corleone's wrist. Under everyone's horrified eyes, Shi Shiran stood up from the ground.
He didn't tidy up the blood-soaked red robe on his body, but just let it hang messily, exposing more of his pale skin.
But the strange thing is that she stands straight and her breath is steady. Except for her face, which is still pale, her eyes do not look like she is seriously injured and dying. Instead, there is a trace of rekindled, almost inhuman, cold divinity.
"I am Emissary, Ser of the Lord of Light."
Melisandre's voice regained its ethereal tone and echoed clearly on the terrace, "I don't need the protection of Mortal Iron and flesh and blood, because my king's eternal flame will protect his servants."
"Worldly force, swords, hammer blows, and even death itself... are but a few earthly thorns that need to be overcome on the way to a higher destiny."
These words were spoken not only to Corleone, but also to all the remaining knights and soldiers on the platform.
The effect is immediate.
Those believers who were originally in panic and confusion because Melisandre was killed, now their eyes suddenly burst into even more fanatical light than before!
Miracle!
This is a true miracle!
To survive such a severe injury is not the blessing of true God!
"Praise be to the Lord of Light!"
"Immortal! Lead us through the darkness!"
"God bless you! Fire purifies everything!"
Excited shouts came one after another, and the remaining members of the back party seemed to have forgotten the pain on their bodies, and looked at Melisandre with eyes full of enthusiasm.
It was as if the very existence of this woman was the most solid proof of their faith.
The shouts of the believers seemed to give Melisandre more invisible power. She raised her neck slightly, and her red eyes locked on Corleone again, with a condescending tone in her voice. "Ser, you and those behind you, the gains and losses you care about are just children's games compared to the real war that is about to sweep the world."
"The ancient gods are gathering the power to annihilate everything at the core of the land of eternal winter. The long night is not a metaphor."
When it truly comes, all the grievances, all the crowns, and all the laws of the Seven Kingdoms will be wiped out as easily as an ant's nest."
She leaned forward slightly, and her voice became more penetrating and provocative, as if she was delivering a sermon to everyone. "We all have to make a choice. Right now, right here, it doesn't matter whether you are a man or a woman, old or young, whether you have noble blood or are born from humble dust... The choices we face are essentially the same."
As she spoke, she spread her blood-stained hands. "Shall we choose light or darkness?"
"Do we choose justice or evil?"
"Do we serve the true God, or do we worship false gods?"
These words were like magic, burning the hearts of every survivor present.
Even Ser Gerard and others who were not back-party members held their breath involuntarily, with a look of struggle on their faces.
After all, the scene in front of me is really impactful!
Finally, Melisandre slowly extended her open palm to Corleone.
It was an inviting gesture, and the white fingers were still stained with her own blood, but they seemed to have a divine glimmer.
"Join the light, Ser."
"Your strength, your wisdom, should not be wasted in children's games. Contribute to the real war. Be purified and immortalized in the flames. The Lord of Light needs all warriors who are willing to resist the darkness."
Her eyes were focused and persuasive, as if she had seen Corleone fighting under the flaming flag.
On the platform, everyone's eyes were focused on Corleone, waiting for his answer.
However, under everyone's nervous gaze, Corleone suddenly smiled.
He didn't shake the hand.
Instead, his five fingers quickly reached out and clasped tightly on Melisandre's slender neck!
The force was so strong that her pale skin turned red instantly, and her throat bones made a slight gurgling sound.
At the same time, his left hand had already grasped the necklace on her chest, and he could pull it off with just a little force!
This sudden violent reversal left everyone's brains blank.
"Say." Corleone's voice was terrifyingly calm.
Say?
What to say?
Melisandre's red eyes were full of confusion.
She expected that the other party would refuse and perhaps need to have a debate, but she never expected that Corleone would be so direct and rude.
"Prophecies about you."
Corleone came closer. The distance between the two was so close that they could feel each other's breathing. His cold eyes pierced directly into Melisandre's eyes. "I'm very curious."
"That mess you saw in the flames... did it say anything about me?"
Melisandre was completely stunned.
She has seen countless people's attitudes towards the prophecy. Stannis was doubtful, Selyse followed fanatically and blindly, and the believers worshiped...
But she has never seen anyone like Corleone.
He asked himself for a prophecy, not a prayer or a deal, but he was so confident and confident that he seemed to completely lack the basic respect for mystery.
"Say."
Corleone's fingers put pressure on her neck and the gem at the same time. "Or, I'll pull this thing off."
"I'm curious whether you can still stand up like this without it."
As soon as these words came out, Melisandre felt it became more and more difficult to breathe. The gem... was the core of her power and the window to see the flame. To a certain extent, it was even more important than life.
She gritted her teeth, and under the fear of being threatened, her pupils began to expand uncontrollably, and her red eyes reflected the remaining firelight on the platform.
"I... saw it.
"Ice and fire intertwined in the long night, the cold wave swept across the wilderness, and the dragon screamed in vain under the frozen sky.
Her description was very urgent, revealing some details that were not revealed in the previous prophecies.
"The power of ice and fire collide to the extreme, and the winner will be determined, which will determine the world's sinking or salvation...
Suddenly, her eyes widened suddenly, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying, and her tone suddenly became urgent and suspicious. "No... this... this is impossible!!!"
"Ice and fire, light and darkness."
"Everything is shrouded by the palm stretched out in the darkness, my king!!!"
"Uh-huh!!"
Melisandre suddenly let out a shrill scream. She stared at Corleone who was very close at hand, pointing at him with trembling fingers, as if she had seen some unacceptably terrifying truth.
Her words were confused, but it seemed as if something deeply convinced in her heart had cracks.
Corleone Hearing her chaotic scream, his brows suddenly knitted together.
What is this woman talking about?
Hands in the Dark?
Are you talking about me?
Just when he was puzzled, Corleone's heart skipped a beat!
He seemed to see through Melisandre's red eyes a huge eye that seemed to be made of the purest void, floating in the endless void, slowly turning and then turning its sight... towards himself!
There was no emotion in that gaze, as if she was just looking at him purely.
Woni Ma!!!
Corleone's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat!
It's like an instinct originating from the deepest level of life is beating crazily!
Danger!
There was no hesitation, almost driven by instinct.
Poof!
He suddenly pulled off the necklace, pulled out Longsword at the same time, and stabbed Melisandre's chest directly without warning!
Then he twisted his wrist, completely crushing everything that might be left in the chest!
"Uh-huh!"
The Ruby necklace that was pulled away from the neck suddenly became hot in Corleone's hands. The red light flashed violently for a moment, and then quickly dimmed.
Melisandre's body, on the other hand, is undergoing horrifying changes at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Her smooth skin quickly lost its luster and was covered with deep wrinkles, her long black hair became gray and dry, and her tall and tall body became rickety and shrunken.
It seems that the aging process of decades has been completed in a few seconds.
Finally, like burnt ashes, this old body slipped from the tip of Corleone's sword, collapsed to the ground, and then began to shatter and weather into pieces, turning into a pile of lifeless gray dust, with only the broken red robe still barely maintaining the human shape covering it.
Only a hoarse voice seemed to float out from the pile of ashes, lingering on the terrace for a long time. "Black Hand...Hands in the Dark...
A long time.
Corleone then slowly let out a breath and released his grip on the sword hilt.
Throw the Ruby necklace that has become cold and lost its luster into the burning brazier aside.
The flame licked the gem, making a subtle crackling sound, but there was no other abnormality.
He turned around, his face had returned to its usual calmness, but deep in his eyes, there was still an almost imperceptible trace of panic.
He forced Melisandre not out of religious curiosity, but to obtain some information.
But I didn't expect...
Taking a deep breath, he looked at Gendry, who was standing there blankly. This kid had obviously not recovered from the series of unimaginable changes just now.
In other words, before Melisandre finally died, she looked as old as the bones in the grave, which left a psychological shadow on Gendry.
But none of that matters.
Corleone patted his armor casually, as if dusting it off, and said calmly, "Now, she is dead."
"The course is over."