This process lasted about three seconds.
Oberyn watched blankly as Lochy's head exploded in the magic mountain's iron gauntlet, and his brains and blood bloomed like a deformed flower.
Seventeen years of waiting, seventeen years of hatred, seventeen years of reappearing in dreams every night...
All reason and calculation... at this moment finally broke through all restraints and turned into complete anger!
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Oberyn couldn't bear it anymore, roared wildly, and threw his body forward like an arrow from a string.
The dagger at his waist has been unsheathed, and the blade glows with a strange dark purple luster. It is the poison that has been quenched from the tail stinger of the most poisonous scorpion in the Dorne desert.
As the strongest Warrior in Dorne, Oberyn was known for his agility when he was young. The nickname "Red Viper" not only came from his good use of poison, but also from his quick and deadly attacks like a poisonous snake.
Even though he is now over 40 years old, the speed of this attack still made most people present only see a blurry shadow.
He moves quickly.
But there is someone faster than him.
Just when the tip of Oberyn's knife was still three feet away from the neck of the Mountain, a figure cut in from the side.
There are no gorgeous movements, no signs of energy accumulation, and not even the sound of drawing a sword.
He just took a simple step forward, held the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand, drew the sword, and slashed horizontally.
Dang-!!!
The loud sound of metal collision makes people's eardrums hurt.
Oberyn's poison dagger was stopped at the last moment by a Longsword.
The force generated by the collision caused Oberyn's body to stagnate, and the offensive collapsed instantly.
He took two steps back to steady himself, his black eyes burning with anger fixed on the person blocking him.
--Vito·Corleone.
Farmer Knight His rain-wet hair was stuck to his forehead, and the hand holding the sword was as steady as a rock, standing between Oberyn and the Magic Mountain. His back was to the Magic Mountain, and he was facing Oberyn, with no expression on his face.
"Get out of the way." Oberyn's voice was cold and biting.
"Now is not the time." Corleone replied, his voice calm.
"He killed the witness!" Oberyn's voice suddenly rose. "In front of the Council! In front of the King!"
"I know." Corleone said, "That's why you shouldn't take action now. This violates the the Seven Kingdoms law."
"Then when!!" Oberyn almost roared, "When he kills all the witnesses, and then the atrocity is buried again for seventeen years?"
"I don't have any patience anymore, Vito·Corleone, I'm... going to kill that damn bastard now!!!"
Faced with Oberyn's hysterical roar, Corleone did not answer.
He just looked at the other person, with no emotion in his dark eyes, as if he was looking at a noisy child, but the corner of his eye had already locked onto the magic mountain behind him.
After getting Tyrion's ten thousand Gold Dragon, the already upgraded [Insight Iv4] was operating at full capacity.
He could see the muscles under Clegane's armor stretching wildly, the muscle fibers contracting and relaxing at an unnatural speed.
The heart beats loudly like a war drum, as if some giant machine is running crazily. The heartbeat of a normal person is sixty to one hundred beats per minute, but the heartbeat of the Magic Mountain... is at least two hundred beats per minute!
"There's something wrong with him."
Looking at Oberyn again, Corleone reminded him in a low voice, but this guy obviously didn't care anymore.
"I say it again..." Prince Dorne's voice was as cold as iron. "Get out of the way."
Hearing this, Corleone raised his head, his eyes were calm, almost cold.
"Do you want to die?"
As soon as these words came out, Oberyn was stunned for a moment.
Then he laughed.
That smile was crazy, ferocious, and full of seventeen years of accumulated hatred.
"I want to kill him."
"You can't kill him now."
"He has changed. He is completely different from the last time he was outside House of Order."
Just when Corleone was trying to persuade Oberyn, the eyes of the Mountain behind him became increasingly red.
He remembers this person.
Although it was very blurry, Mo Shan still remembered the cold touch when the sword slashed across his throat, and the sharp pain when his tongue was cut off.
He remembers all the pain.
And the person who caused all this pain was facing away from him at the moment.
A low roar came from Mo Shan's throat.
The sound didn't sound like a human voice, but more like the excited gasp of some large beast when it found prey.
His huge right hand slowly grasped the two-handed giant sword at his waist. The sword was as wide as the palm of his hand and more than five feet long. The hilt was wrapped in rough leather and could be held firmly even with gloves on.
Rub!!!
The giant sword was unsheathed, Mo Shan held the sword with both hands, and his huge body sank slightly. This was the preparation before exerting force.
Then...
He moved.
Hum's huge body rushed forward at a speed completely inconsistent with its size, and then, the giant sword came.
No tricks, no fancy, just the simplest, most direct, and most violent slash.
The speed and power of this sword have completely surpassed the scope of human beings.
The attack came too suddenly, and everyone present could foresee that in the next second, Corleone's body would be split open, and blood and internal organs would spurt out.
Just like Lochy's head was crushed just now, it became another puddle of dirty graffiti on the floor of Maegor's Tower.
Of course, none of this could escape Corleone[Insight Iv4], but he couldn't help but frown immediately.
Too fast.
It's at least twice as fast as the last time outside House of Order!
The moment the giant sword was about to touch him, [Basic Swordsmanship Iv4] automatically operated to the extreme at this moment.
His body leaned back by a hair's breadth, and the tip of the sword brushed against the tip of his nose. Corleone could even feel the stinging sensation of the sword wind blowing on his face.
"Interesting."
After taking several steps back, Corleone chuckled, but looked at Cobain not far away.
This guy does have some abilities. He was able to transform the already terrifying killing machine, the Magic Mountain, into something even more terrifying.
This level of surgery can no longer be explained by pure medicine.
However.
The sound of Longsword being unsheathed is very soft, which is in sharp contrast to the roar of the Magic Mountain Sword when it is unsheathed.
The sword is slender and made of fine steel, glowing like water under the candlelight.
This is the work of Master Tob Mott. Although it is not as good as Valyria steel, it is already the top among the existing craftsmanship in the Seven Kingdoms.
Corleone holds the sword with both hands, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally towards the ground.
His posture was very standard, as standard as the illustration in the textbook, with his feet spread forward and backward, his knees slightly bent, and his center of gravity placed between his feet.
This is the instinct given to him by [Basic Swordsmanship Iv4].
It was also the result of his training day after day at Flea Bottom.
It was only then that many people present realized what had happened.
Mace Tyrell screamed and shrank towards the corner, at least twenty steps away from the center of the battle.
Grand Maester Pycelle knelt on the ground, holding his head in his hands with his butt raised high, repeating "Gods bless, gods bless" in his mouth.
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Only Tywin Lannister was still sitting in the chair, with no emotion in his green eyes.
He is waiting.
He wants to see if Corleone is really as invulnerable as that night!
Sure enough, the Magic Mountain's attack did not stop.
The sword missed, and his huge body rotated. The giant sword drew an arc, lifted from bottom to top, and aimed at Corleone's waist and abdomen.
This change of move is astonishingly fast, without the cumbersome feeling that a giant sword should have.
However, the moment before the giant sword approached, Corleone not only did not retreat, but instead rushed forward.
Instead of rushing forward in a straight line, he took a half-step forward with his left foot at a weird angle, and rotated his right foot around the heel. The body completed an almost impossible displacement in a very small space.
Buzz~~~
His footsteps were almost touching the ground as he slid forward, and the blade of the giant sword passed over his head, cutting off several hairs.
Then, at the moment when the magic mountain sword reached its end, Corleone stood up and drew the sword.
His sword is very fast.
The blade of the sword accurately stabbed the inside of the knee joint of Magic Mountain's left leg, which is the weak point of the connection between the plate armor and the key to supporting the center of gravity of the human body.
Pfft.
The tip of the sword penetrated.
But Corleone's brows wrinkled almost imperceptibly.
The touch feels wrong.
It's not the feeling of piercing flesh and blood.
more like...
... pierced into something tough and elastic, like thick leather or rubber.
And Mo Shan didn't seem to feel the sword at all.
His left leg did not even waver due to the attack, and his huge body was as stable as a rock. The scarlet eyes stared at Corleone through the visor, a deep roar came from his throat, and the giant sword was raised again.
This time, it was a continuous attack.
Split, chop, sweep, tease.
The giant sword seemed weightless in the hands of the Demon Mountain, turning into black arcs of death, covering the entire three-foot space around Corleone.
Each sword was powerful enough to cut off a horse's body, and the speed of each sword was dizzying.
Corleone shuttles through the sword net.
His movements are still concise, precise and efficient.
To dodge, occasionally use Longsword to block, but every block is just a tap, using the force to change the trajectory of the sword's edge, never forcefully.
Because it cannot be hardwired.
Corleone can feel that the power of the Magic Mountain is at least twice as strong as when he fought outside House of Order before.
No, probably more than double.
That kind of power has surpassed the limits of human beings, and even surpassed the power that ordinary knights wearing full-body plate armor can emit.
The wind brought up by each swing of the sword made Corleone's robes rustle.
This isn't right.
Corleone dodges and observes at the same time.
His [Insight Iv4] had been raised to the limit the moment the battle began.
Everything in the field of vision became slow and clear, the trajectory of the Magic Mountain's muscles, the range of movement of the armor's joints, the rhythm of breathing, etc...
And those anomalies.
Soon Corleone discovered that although Magic Mountain's movements were fast and violent, they lacked variety.
His attack mode is very simple, including chopping, slashing, sweeping, and teasing, which are variant combinations of the four basic movements. There are no complicated sword moves.
This is unreasonable.
Although Gregor Creewind was known for his brute strength, he was after all a knight who had been fighting on the battlefield for many years. His swordsmanship may not be exquisite, but it should never be so dull.
Like a programmed killing machine.
At this moment, the Mountain's strike missed and struck the floor of Maegor's Tower.
Boom!!!
The stone floor shattered, gravel flew, and a crack several feet long spread like a spider web. The power of this sword made the entire Council Chamber seem to shake.
Such violent movement obviously attracted the attention of the guards of the Red Fort, and the sound of footsteps came from outside.
Soon, at least three Kingsguard, plus an entire squad of gold cloaks entered Maegor's Tower.
But just when they were about to stop the two fighting, Tywin slightly raised his hand and made a "stop" gesture.
However, the Prime Minister did not issue any orders, but just looked back at the field.
At this time, Corleone had caught the moment when Mo Shan sheathed his sword and charged forward again. This time his target was not the joints, but the eye slits of the visor.
The tip of the sword pierced out like a poisonous snake, pointing accurately at the scarlet eye.
Magic Mountain reacted extremely quickly, and its huge head deflected to the right.
But Corleone's sword is faster.
The tip of the sword grazed the edge of the visor and penetrated the gap between the helmet and the neck.
The touch still feels wrong.
It's not flesh and blood, it's like something pierced into leather soaked in grease.
Corleone immediately drew his sword and retreated.
The tip of the sword brought out a wisp of black liquid.
That's not blood.
The liquid was black and as thick as crude oil. It dragged sticky threads from the tip of the sword and made a soft "splat" sound when it dripped onto the floor. It exuded a smell mixed with rotten flesh and herbs.
Magic Mountain's movements paused for a moment.
He raised his huge left hand and touched the spot where the neck was stabbed. His fingers were stained with the black liquid. He lowered his head and looked at his fingers, then raised his head and looked at Corleone.
The scarlet eyes under the helmet suddenly lit up at this moment.
It's like some kind of switch has been triggered.
"Roar!!!"
A deafening roar erupted from the Demon Mountain's throat.
The voice was no longer just violent, but also mixed with an almost crazy pain, or anger.
His body began to tremble violently, and the joints of the armor made a "crunching" friction sound, as if the internal muscles were spasming and expanding uncontrollably.
Then, the magic mountain moved.
His movements were faster and more violent than before.
The giant sword turned into a pitch-black storm and slashed wildly in the direction of Corleone without any plan. Each sword was exerted with all its strength, as if it had the momentum to demolish the entire Maegor Tower.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The floor continued to shatter, deep sword marks appeared on the walls, the long table was cut in half, and parchment and ink spattered everywhere.
The flying rubble was like bullets. Mace Tyrell and Grand Maester Pycelle hurriedly hid behind the pillars. Several Kingsguards rushed forward and used their bodies to protect Tommen who was huddled in the corner.
Corleone travels through the storm.
His [Basic Swordsmanship Iv4] was at its best at this moment.
The body seemed to predict the trajectory of each sword edge, always avoiding fatal attacks with the smallest movement at the last moment, and occasionally using the sword to counterattack, and the sword edge always accurately pierced the weak point of the armor connection.
But the effect is limited.
The power of the magic mountain is too strong, the speed is too fast, and it seems that it can't feel pain at all.
Although the attacks that hit the joints, neck, and armpits brought out some black liquid every time, they were completely unable to stop his movements, and instead made the guy become more and more violent.
"This can't go on like this." Corleone quickly calculated in his mind.
His physical strength was being depleted, but the Magic Mountain was as tireless as a perpetual motion machine.
What's worse is that he can feel that the attack pattern of the Magic Mountain is changing - from the dull slashing at the beginning, it gradually becomes more methodical.
It's like a machine learning.
We can't waste it like this anymore.
Corleone's eyes turned cold.
The moment Mo Shan missed another heavy blow, he did not retreat or dodge like before, but rushed forward.
Taking one step forward, his body almost crashed into the arms of the Demon Mountain.
This distance is too close, and the giant sword cannot exert its power, and the huge body of the Demon Mountain becomes a burden.
Mo Shan reacted very quickly, released the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and smashed Corleone's head with the huge iron fist with the sound of howling wind.
But Corleone is faster.
He ducked, dodged the iron fist, and thrust out the Longsword from the bottom up.
The target is not the armor, but the eye slits of the visor.
This time, he used all his strength.
The tip of the sword penetrated the gap, going deeper, and then deeper.
Until the sword is halfway in.
Mo Shan's body suddenly froze.
The huge iron fist stopped in mid-air, only an inch away from Corleone's temple.
Time seemed to stand still again.
Everyone held their breath and watched this thrilling scene.
Corleone's sword pierced through Moshan's eye, at least through the helmet, and into the space behind the visor. The blade of the sword penetrated through the slit of the eye and came out from the back of the head. Black, thick liquid dripped from the tip of the sword.
The Magic Mountain was motionless.
His huge body stood as stiff as a statue, and his intact scarlet eye still stared ahead through the gap in his visor, but the light inside was rapidly dimming.
"The knot is over?" Mace Tyrell poked his head out from behind the pillar, his voice trembling.
"Go and see!"
Cersei ordered loudly, Qyburn wiped the cold sweat from his head and stepped forward quickly, wanting to check the situation of the Mountain.
But just then...
The magic mountain moves again.
His left hand, which was still in the air, slowly, extremely slowly, grasped the blade of the sword that had penetrated the visor.
Then, break it off hard.
Longsword interrupted in response.
Corleone was stunned for a moment, holding only half of the broken sword in his hand, and immediately retreated crazily.
Mo Shan used two fingers to hold the half of the sword that had pierced his visor, and slowly pulled it out. Black liquid dripped down the sword and accumulated into a puddle on the floor. When the sword tip left the gap between his eyes, it made a sticky, teeth-searing friction sound.
When|~~~
The broken sword was thrown to the ground.
Then, he raised his head.
On the visor, there was a hole at the eye slit, and there was black mucus hanging on the edge of the hole.
Mo Shan stretched out his right hand, grabbed the lower edge of the visor, and pulled hard.
The harsh sound of metal tearing sounded.
The entire mask was torn off by him, revealing the face under the helmet...
. if that can still be called a face.
It was a face that was completely twisted and deformed, with almost no human features. The skin was dark gray, like the color of a dead ruler, and the surface was covered with black blood vessels that were raised like earthworms.
There is a deep hole where the left eye is, and black liquid is constantly pouring out of it.
The muscles in his mouth were completely twisted, and the corners of his mouth were torn to the base of his ears, revealing the jagged, shark-like Fang inside.
"Gods..." Mace Tyrell groaned, and his whole body collapsed to the ground.
Grand Maester Pycelle fainted directly.
Even Cersei's mouth opened wide at this moment, and for the first time, real fear appeared in her eyes.
But Cobain was so excited that he was trembling all over. He approached the Magic Mountain step by step and exclaimed, "Perfect... so perfect...
This is the real transformation, getting rid of the fragile human body and becoming a higher...
His words stopped abruptly.
Because Magic Mountain turned his head, the scarlet one eye looked at him.
The excitement on Cobain's face instantly solidified, replaced by an instinctive fear. He took a step back, his lips trembling as he wanted to say something.
But the magic mountain has moved.
His speed was much faster than before.
Almost as soon as a blurry shadow flashed by, Cobain felt a huge hand hold his neck.
Then, bring it up.
Cobain's feet were off the ground and his body was hanging in the air.
He struggled in vain, trying to pry open the iron-like hand with both hands, but was unable to move it at all. His face quickly turned red due to lack of oxygen, his eyes bulged, and he made a "gurgling" sound in his throat.
"Let him go!" Cersei screamed. "Clegane, I command you to let him go!"
Mo Shan turned to look at her.
The scarlet single eye stayed on Cersei's face for a second.
Then, he opened his mouth that was torn to the base of his ears and revealed a ferocious smile.
Then...
Click.
The crisp sound of bones breaking.
Cobain's neck was broken.