Cobain's body hung down softly, his head tilted to one side at a strange angle, and his eyes were wide open, filled with horror and disbelief.
Magic Mountain, on the other hand, threw the body on the ground casually, just like throwing away a piece of garbage.
Then, he turned to Corleone again.
The scarlet eyes locked on the target, and a low growl came from the throat, as if a wild animal was extremely excited when it discovered its prey.
Corleone stood there, holding a half-broken sword in his hand, with no expression on his face.
But he can feel it.
The atmosphere of the Magic Mountain has changed.
If it was a violent beast before, now it is a completely out-of-control, transformed monster.
No sense, no pain, no fear.
There is only the killing instinct.
Moreover, his speed, strength, and reactions have all improved a lot compared to before.
Trouble.
Corleone was quickly calculating countermeasures in his mind.
It is difficult to win in a head-to-head fight. The power of the Magic Mountain has completely surpassed the human level.
Run?
That's not his Corleone style, and once he escapes, the invincible image he has managed to cultivate will be completely destroyed.
So...
The moment Corleone was thinking, the magic mountain had already pounced on him.
This time, he didn't use a sword.
Instead, use your hands directly.
The huge palm fiercely grabbed Corleone's head, as if he wanted to crush Corleone's head like what he had done to Lochy before.
Faced with such an offensive, Corleone could only retreat.
But the magic mountain followed him like a shadow, constantly waving his hands to grab Corleone.
The continuous attacks were like a storm, not giving Corleone any chance to breathe. His huge body was so flexible at the moment that the floor shook with every step he took.
Corleone moved and dodged in the small space, occasionally blocking with the broken sword in his hand, but every collision made his arms numb. The power of the Demon Mountain was too great. Even if he just blocked, the impact transmitted would be enough to break the bones of ordinary people.
It can't go on like this.
His physical strength was rapidly depleting, but Magic Mountain seemed to never know how tired it was.
Weaknesses must be found.
Corleone's [Insight Iv4] is operating at full capacity.
His eyes scanned Mo Shan's body like a scanner, including his neck, joints, eyes, mouth... all possible weak points.
It didn't take long for Corleone to notice that the armor on Mo Shan's right chest seemed to be thicker than elsewhere, and every time he attacked, Mo Shan's left hand would intentionally or unintentionally protect that location.
It's like protecting something important.
Corleone's eyes narrowed.
"That's enough."
Just then, a voice suddenly sounded.
The monster that had long since lost its mind and turned into a killing machine actually stopped when it heard the sound. He slowly turned his head and looked at the source of the sound, only to see Tywin Lannister standing there.
The Prime Minister didn't know when he had reached the end of the long table, leaning against the window. Rainwater drifted in from the window and wet his shoulders and blond hair, but he didn't care.
He put his hands behind his back, stood as straight as a pine tree, and looked at the magic mountain with his green eyes calmly, without any expression on his face. "I said, enough is enough."
Tywin repeated, his voice low but every word clearly audible.
The Mountain stared at him.
That scarlet eye stayed on Tywin's face for a long time.
Everyone present held their breath.
After all, Qyburn is dead. If the Mountain doesn't even obey Tywin's orders and completely loses control, then everyone in Maegor's Tower will probably die tonight.
Time passed by second by second.
Every second feels like a year.
Finally, Mo Shan's body relaxed slightly.
Perhaps because the instinct of loyalty to Tywin was still there, he took a step back, lowered his huge head, and then half-knelt on the ground, making a gesture similar to submission.
Although the twisted face was still full of violence, at least he stopped attacking.
Corleone also stopped and did not take the opportunity to attack.
Because he knew that when Tywin spoke, it meant that the battle was over.
At least it's over for now.
Tywin nodded with satisfaction.
Then, he looked at Corleone.
"Ser Corleone."
"Your swordsmanship is impressive."
"But." Tywin suddenly changed the topic. "Tonight's farce ends here."
As he said that, he paused and looked across the audience.
"There was something unexpected at the imperial meeting today."
"Lochy Ser suddenly went crazy and slandered Clegane Ser. Clegane Ser accidentally killed him in his excitement. This is a tragedy, but... that's the end of it."
As soon as these words came out, Oberyn finally recovered from the shock.
"That's it?"
The voice of the Prince of Dorne was trembling, not with fear, but with anger, a volcanic anger that had been suppressed for seventeen years and finally erupted.
"Tywin Lannister, can't you see, this bastard kills people in public! In the council chambers! In front of the king!"
"I saw it." Tywin said calmly, "But Lochy Ser is dead. It will do no good to anyone if we continue to pester him."
"Benefits?" Oberyn smiled, his smile was ferocious, his mouth widened, revealing his white teeth. "What I want is not benefits! What I want is justice! For my sister! For her children!"
"Then what do you want?" Tywin asked, "Kill Clegane Ser? Yes, of course you can do that, if you can."
He paused and his voice became colder. "But what then? A war between Dorne and the West? Let the Seven Kingdoms fall into war again? Let thousands of people die because of an old case seventeen years ago?"
"Prince Oberyn, I understand your grief."
"But you have to understand that seventeen years have passed. If you continue to dwell on this matter, I don't think your brother Prince Doran Martell will agree to your doing so."
"Some things need to be let go."
Tywin took a step forward.
"The Lannister family is willing to compensate the Martell family, as long as you offer a reasonable price."
"Compensation?"
Oberyn's voice suddenly rose to a sharp pitch.
"Use money to buy the lives of my sister and two children?"
"Do you think everyone puts a price on everything like you do, Tywin Lannister? Do you think honor,
Can justice and blood debt be settled with Gold Dragon?"
This is quite rude to say.
He almost pointed at his nose and scolded Tywin for being cold-blooded, utilitarian, and without any bottom line.
But Tywin wasn't angry.
His expression didn't even change.
He just looked at Oberyn for a long time.
Then, Tywin spoke slowly.
The voice is very soft, but every word is as heavy as a thousand words.
"So, what do you want?"
This is not a question.
This is an ultimatum.
It's to force Oberyn to show his hand.
It's telling Oberyn: state your request, and then we'll see if you have the ability to realize it.
The candlelight crackled.
The rain outside the window became heavier again, and the sound of the rain sounded like the gods were crying.
Just then.
"Lord Tywin, I have a proposal."
Corleone spoke.
All eyes turned to him instantly.
The man who was fighting for his life just now was standing beside the long table, slowly wiping the stains on his hands with a clean cloth.
His movements were calm and elegant, even a little leisurely, as if the thrilling battle just now didn't happen at all.
Then he raised his head and looked at Tywin.
"Gregor Clegane Ser openly murdered Amory Lochy Ser tonight at the Council of Kings in front of King Your Majesty. This is an undisputed fact, witnessed by everyone present."
Corleone's voice was calm, but every word was clear and powerful. "No matter whether Lochy Ser is lying, no matter whether Clegane Ser has a reason or not, killing is killing, and according to the laws of the seven countries, the murderer should be tried."
Tywin frowned slightly. "You want to judge Clegane?"
"It's not me who wants to judge him." Corleone shook his head. "It's the law that wants to judge him."
"Gregor Clegane Ser's behavior tonight is a blatant defiance of the royal authority, an insult to the Council, and disrespect to the King Your Majesty himself."
He paused and looked at Magic Mountain, who was kneeling on the ground.
"Of course, since Clegane Ser can't speak and can't defend himself in the trial, we can fight instead of debate and let the gods decide who is guilty and who is innocent."
Tywin's vagina shrank slightly.
"You mean."
"Trial by Combat."
Corleone spit out the word.
In Council Chamber, people were silent again.
Trial by combat.
The oldest and most sacred method of judgment in the Seven Kingdoms.
According to tradition, the accused could choose to prove his innocence with a sword, and if the gods deemed him innocent, he would be allowed to win the duel.
This is a way of handing over the power of judgment to the gods, and it is also the cruelest gamble.
Win, acquitted.
If you lose, you will be punished with death.
There is no middle option.
Tywin's brain was running rapidly as he looked at the Magic Mountain kneeling on the ground.
"Clegane Ser cannot speak." Tywin said slowly, with no emotion in his voice. "We cannot ask his wishes."
"But he can understand." Corleone said, "He can nod or shake his head."
Tywin was silent.
He looked at Corleone, at that calm face, at those bottomless eyes, and finally spoke.
"Clegane Ser."
Magic Mountain slowly raised his head.
The scarlet eye looked at Tywin.
"Are you willing to submit to trial by combat?"
When the question was asked, everyone held their breath.
Magic Mountain did not answer immediately.
He knelt there, his body trembling slightly, and he looked at Tywin, then at Corleone, and finally at Qyburn's body on the ground.
Then, he nodded slowly.
Hearing this, Tywin took a deep breath.
"Okay, since Clegane Ser chooses trial by combat, then..."
"I have a condition." Corleone interrupted him again.
"Trial by combat must be held in public." Corleone's voice was not loud, but every word was like a nail, hammering into the ears of everyone present. "Let all the nobles and commoners in King's Landing see it, let everyone know that the Lannister family abides by the law and tradition, and respects the will of the gods."
"Okay."
Tywin nodded and agreed, "The trial by combat will be held in the square in front of Baelor Great Sept, three days later..."
"Five days later." Corleone interrupted him for the third time.
Hearing this, Tywin frowned.
"Why five days later?"
"Because in five days, it will be the opening day of Flea Bottom Free Fighting Arena."
Corleone's voice was still calm, but the corner of his mouth raised a very faint arc.
"Since it is going to be public, it is better to hold it in a larger venue. Free Fighting Arena can accommodate at least two thousand spectators, which is much larger than the square in front of Baylor Great Sept."
He paused and added, "Moreover, Free Fighting Arena was originally built for fighting. It is perfect to hold a trial by combat there."
As soon as these words came out, Tywin stared at Corleone.
He understands it completely now.
All this.
From the appearance of Lochy, to the murder at the Magic Mountain, to the proposal of trial by combat, and now to the request to be held in Free Fighting Arena in five days.
It's all Corleone's plan. This damn guy doesn't care about hatred, justice, or even the face of the royal family and Lannister. It doesn't matter to him.
What Corleone wants is very simple.
From beginning to end, he just wanted to promote the opening of his Free Fighting Arena!
Tywin felt a chill rising from the base of his spine and spreading throughout his body.
For the first time, he realized so clearly how ambitious Corleone was, how ruthless his methods were, and how deep his calculations were.
This guy doesn't care about secular rules and will trample on everything for his own benefit.
He took advantage of Dorne's hatred, took advantage of the Lannister's plight, and used the authority of the King's Council to turn everyone and everything into pawns on his chessboard.
And I have been helping him.
Help him build power, help him obtain a title, and help him step by step to get to where he is today, to the point where even he, as Prime Minister of the Seven Kingdoms, can't stop him.
Damn it.
Damn it!
Tywin closed his eyes.
Take another deep breath.
When he opened it again, his eyes were filled with a cold calmness.
"Okay." He said, "Five days later, Flea Bottom Free Fighting Arena, trial by combat."
He paused and added, "But equally, I also have a condition."
Corleone raised his eyebrows.
"What conditions?"
"You can't participate." Tywin's voice was firm.
This condition is very sudden.
But Corleone understood Tywin's intentions almost immediately.
Tywin had seen the whole battle just now.
The swordsmanship displayed by Corleone made Tywin realize that if Corleone took the field, the Mountain would have almost no chance of winning.
So Tywin wants to exclude him.
"Why?" Corleone asked, with no emotion in his tone.
"No reason." Tywin said, "This is my condition."
"Agree, and we will do as you say. If you don't agree, the trial by combat will be held in front of Baylor Great Sept, three days later."
He is gambling.
Betting on Corleone pays more attention to the opening publicity of Free Fighting Arena.
Bet Corleone will compromise.
Corleone was silent.
He looked at Tywin and saw the cold determination in those green eyes.
Then, he laughed.
"Okay." He said, "I won't participate."
But this is exactly what someone wanted.
"I'm coming!"
Following a roar, everyone turned their attention and saw the Prince of Dorne standing there, staring fiercely at the Magic Mountain, his eyes burning with the flames of hatred, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
The smile was ferocious and crazy, full of desire for revenge.
"Okay."
Oberyn's answer was also very in line with Tywin's wishes. This Prince of Dorne had a perverse personality and only followed personal preferences. In his royal council, such an awesome person was not allowed to exist.
It would be best if the Mountain could kill him in a trial by combat, so that even Doran Martell wouldn't be able to say anything.
After all, that is God's will.
"Five days later, Flea Bottom Free Fighting Arena, trial by combat, Clegane Ser's opponent will be Prince Oberyn Martell."
He paused and said word by word, "May the gods... witness this judgment."
Hearing this, Oberyn laughed with satisfaction.
The smile was as bright as the sun, but the coldness in the eyes made people shudder.
He turned around and walked towards the door, stopping when he passed by the Magic Mountain.
"Enjoy these last five days, Creewind."
"Because in five days, I will let you know... what real pain is!"
After saying that, he strode away.
In Council Chamber, only the Imperial Council and Corleone were left, as well as the corpses on the ground, the cracks on the wall, and the murderous intent that had not yet dissipated in the air.
Tywin sat on the chair and closed his eyes, as if he was gathering strength.
Cersei still stood there, her face pale and her eyes empty.
She looked at the Magic Mountain, looked at Cobain's body, looked at all this, her lips moved silently, as if asking, why?
Why does this happen?
I just want to seize power.
I just want to get rid of my father's control.
Why don't the gods let me get my wish every time?
But no one paid attention to her self-pity.
Corleone straightened his clothes. The clothes had been torn in many places in the battle just now and were stained with blood and dust. Then he walked towards the door.
Before going out, he stopped and looked back at Tywin.
"Lord Tywin."
Tywin opened his eyes. "Is there anything else?"
"Nothing." Corleone smiled slightly, "I just want to remind you, don't forget to prepare a generous gift."
"Free Fighting Arena is opening, and it is such a grand event as trial by combat. As Prime Minister, you must express your gratitude."
"Oh, by the way, gold is best. As you know, gold is very valuable due to the recent war."
After saying that, he opened the door and left.
The footsteps gradually became distant in the corridor, and finally disappeared in the sound of rain.
In Council Chamber, there is deathly silence.
After a long time, Tywin slowly stood up.
He walked to the window and looked out the window.
The rain has subsided and turned into a drizzle. The sky is still dark, but there is a glimmer of light in the east, and dawn is coming soon.
"Father..." Cersei finally spoke, her voice trembling.
Tywin didn't look back, he just shouted coldly, "Shut up."
Hearing this, Cersei closed her mouth unwillingly.
The Prime Minister continued to look out the window, overlooking the city, but a very playful arc gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Vito·Corleone...
"So it's not like you can't be killed."
He said softly, in a voice so low that only he could hear. "The moment the sword comes upon you, you... will also hide."