"Using royal power, which of the oaths you swore have you truly followed?"
The sound was not loud, but it spread clearly throughout Sept.
The fat bishop's hand froze in mid-air, and the crown hung less than an inch above Tywin's head. He could neither advance nor retreat. His face turned red, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
A cold look flashed in Tywin's eyes, and he stood up slowly, turning his head to look at the source of the sound.
Within Sept, hundreds of nobles also left in sequence at the same time.
I saw a tall and thin figure standing there by the side door, wearing a Gray-White Coarse Cloth Cloak, with the hood pulled down very low, only revealing his wrinkled chin and gray beard.
Under everyone's gaze, the man raised his hand and lifted his hood."
.Bonifer·Hasty." Tywin said coldly.
Of course he knows this guy.
The commander of Hundred-Man Holy War Band, the most devout knight in the Stormland..
At least that's what everyone thought.
But Tywin knew very well that the reason why this guy threw himself into the arms of the Seven Gods was not because of any nonsense like faith.
Quite the opposite.
He was just after a woman, a very beautiful woman.
Rhaella Targaryen.
Yes, when he was young, this guy was quite fascinated by Leila, who was the co-owner at the time. In a martial arts competition, Bonifer won the championship and dedicated the "Crown of Love and Beauty" to Princess Leila.
Unfortunately, Bonifer Ser's bloodline is obviously not noble enough to be worthy of a Targaryen princess.
Since Leila married "Mad King" Iris, Bonifer has given up all obsessions and become the most devout believer of the Seven Gods, saying that "only "Maiden" can replace Leila's place in his heart."
Of course, both Aerys and Tywin, who were in a good relationship at that time, thought that this guy was just trying to put money on their faces.
After all, the archbishop at that time once mentioned to Iris that Bonifer Ser always prayed to the statue of Maiden alone at night, and the monks could often hear the babbling sounds of Bonifer Ser...
Ahem, that's too far off topic.
At this moment, the face of this most devout believer of the Seven Gods looked extremely pale in the sunlight, but his eyes were burning with an almost fiery light.
Others may think that is a firm belief in God, but inside Tywin is something more primitive and blazing.
He usually calls it...
Ambition!
"Tywin Lannister!"
Bonifer was the first to attack, taking the initiative to take a step forward, looking around, and his voice suddenly rose. "Kneel here and swear to the Seven Gods that you will uphold justice, pity the weak, move forward bravely, and protect purity!"
"But you colluded with Walder Frey and Roose Bolton, used the most despicable means to destroy the rights of the guests, killed the the North King Robb Stark at the dinner table, and got rid of the enemy you could not defeat on the battlefield. Is this how you uphold justice?"
"How many villages did you send Gregor Clegane to burn in the Riverlands? Thousands of civilians died as a result. Is this what you call "mercy for the weak"?"
As he spoke, Bonifer's voice became louder, with unabashed sarcasm. "When King Robert Baratheon revolted, you huddled in Casterly Rock with the gates closed and didn't send any troops. It wasn't until Rhaegar Prince died on the Ruby beach that you led your army to King's Landing."
"Is this what you call 'going forward'?"
"Your daughter Cersei Lannister, the three children she gave birth to - Joffrey, Myrcella, Tommen, which one of them has the blood of the Baratheon family?"
"They are all descendants of Jaime Lannister the Kingslayer, but you pretend not to see it and instead allow your grandson to sit on the Iron Throne with the surname Baratheon!"
"Is this what you call protecting the purity of Royal Bloodline?"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.
The nobles' eyes widened and their mouths opened wide, but no sound came out.
To be honest, no one paid much attention to the previous accusations Bonifer. Even Tywin himself didn't think there was anything wrong with these little things.
But that last one...
Of course, everyone has heard of those rumors a long time ago. After all, this is how the War of the Five Kings started. At that time, both Stannis and Renly were talking about it.
But since the war was won, no one has ever dared to put this matter on the table nakedly in front of Tywin Lannister in public.
This can no longer be considered a provocation, it is simply a public slap in Tywin's face!
Faced with such an insult, Tywin showed no expression on his face, and his green eyes stared at Bonifer Hasty, but everyone knew that the Prime Minister was very angry now.
"If I guess correctly...
Tywin finally spoke, and his voice was low but could be heard clearly throughout Sept: "The "Whitebeard" who has been killing my soldiers everywhere in King's Landing these days, and then blaming Black Hand Mafia for it, should be you too, right?"
As he spoke, he snorted coldly. Although he was asking, he was already certain of the answer in his heart.
However, Bonifer did not answer, but slowly raised his right hand and shouted loudly.
"The Holy War, eliminate the traitor Tywin Lannister, and restore the glory of the Seven Gods!!!"
Bang bang bang-
As Bonifer finished speaking, every door of Sept was knocked open almost at the same time. Nearly a hundred fully armed soldiers swarmed in and instantly controlled all the exits.
They moved very quickly. Twenty Lannister Red-cloaked Knight didn't even have time to react, and five of them were killed on the spot. The rest moved towards Tywin with weapons and huddled into a defensive formation.
After it quieted down, people could clearly see that these soldiers were wearing rainbow-striped robes and their sword belts were dyed in seven colors, shining in the sun, as if they were the incarnations of the Seven Gods in the world.
"Warrior's Sons!"
The fat archbishop immediately recognized their costumes, exclaimed, and then sat down on the ground in fright.
Warrior's Sons, this ancient organization that has disappeared for nearly three hundred years was once the sharpest sword of the Church of the Seven Gods. In the early days of the Targaryen Dynasty, together with the "Poor People's Assembly", they formed the armed force of the church.
But "cruel" Maegor destroyed them with dragonfire and iron, and issued a decree prohibiting the church from having any more weapons.
Now, they are back!
Standing in the middle of the torrent of seven-color stripes, Bonifer Hasty's eyes reflected those colorful colors, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, forming an imperceptible smile.
This is definitely not the smile a devout believer should have.
He has been waiting for this day for a long time.
As early as the early days of the War of the Five Kings, he led Hundred-Man Holy War Band in a bloody battle in the Riverlands, watching the so-called "noble knights" fight each other for their respective lords.
Bonifer After witnessing countless villages being burned and countless civilians being massacred, he began to doubt the legitimacy of the royal power and whether the people on the Iron Throne were favored by the Seven Gods.
Bonifer, who was suffering from no chance to overthrow the king's power, happened to meet Cersei Lannister, a woman swallowed by the desire for power.
But Cersei will never know that Bonifer is not at all to help her seize power.
What he wants is to restore the glory of "Warrior's Sons" and put divine power above royal power!
Be it Lannister, Stark, Baratheon, Lion, a pack of wolves or a stag, everything in the world should eventually prostrate at the feet of the Seven Gods!
As the holy war group broke in, the nobles present were terrified. Some screamed and cursed and tried to rush to the exit, but were forced back by Warrior's Sons's Longsword.
The fat bishop was already huddled in the Altar corner holding the crown, trembling all over, and kept chanting the blessings of the seven gods.
But he still stood motionless. He didn't even look back at the soldiers who rushed in, but stared straight at Bonifer with his green eyes.
"Warrior's Sons."
Surrounded by such an outnumbered enemy, Tywin sneered nonchalantly, "You don't think you can kill me with just a few people, do you, Hasti Ser?"
"Don't forget, there are two thousand soldiers in the city. My knights can definitely hold on until reinforcements arrive."
"Of course, Lannister knights are very powerful in combat, I know this very well."
Bonifer admitted very frankly, but continued, "But most of your troops have been dispatched to Flea Bottom, and the rest... there will naturally be people to help me resist."
"When your reinforcements arrive, you will only see a corpse purified by the Seven Gods!"
Having said that, Bonifer said no more and prepared to wave his hand and order the soldiers to swarm forward.
But at this moment, a deafening shout of murder suddenly came from outside Sept!
Bonifer's expression froze in an instant. He suddenly turned his head to look at the Sept door, only to hear the shouts of killing getting closer and louder, coming one after another like a tide.
Then, it stopped abruptly.
Ta... ta... rapid footsteps came, and a figure covered in blood stood at the door. The afternoon sunlight poured in from behind him, coating his outline with a layer of gold.
Immediately afterwards, countless red-armored soldiers filed in from the figure and instantly surrounded all "Warrior's Sons".
The figure strode into Sept, his boots stepping on the stone slabs, leaving bloody footprints one after another. Only then did everyone see each other's face clearly.
Commander of the City Watch, Adam·Malbrand Ser!
At this moment, his armor was covered with blood. He was holding a Longsword that was still dripping with blood in his right hand, and carrying a round object in his left hand. He walked to Altar, stopped, and then shook it hard.
The round thing drew an arc in the air, rolled across the stone floor, and finally stopped at the feet of Bonifer Hasty.
Bonifer swallowed and looked down. It turned out to be the head of Osmun Kettleblack·Kettleblack!
The former Kingsguard's eyes were still open, a look of horror and disbelief on his face.
He probably never figured it out until his death. He was obviously here to "offer a gift", but how could he become the one being sacrificed?
Bonifer looked at the head, with no expression on his face, but the light in his eyes was extinguishing little by little.
He understands.
It turns out that Tywin Lannister knew about Cersei's plan from the beginning, but deliberately let them all jump out and catch them all in one fell swoop!
Fuck!
Bonifer cursed silently in his heart.
He raised his head and looked at Tywin on Altar, and saw a bottomless cold look in his green eyes, as if Lion was examining his prey.
"Kill!!!"
Bonifer Haas promoted Longsword and let out the final roar.
He did not choose to retreat or surrender, because he knew that from the moment he led his troops into Sept, he had no way out.
"For the Seven!"
"For the Seven!"
"For the Seven!"
Under the leadership of Bonifer, dozens of Warrior's Sons let out deafening roars at the same time, a rainbow of seven colors surged behind them, and the sword blades shone with a dazzling light in the sun.
They rushed towards Tywin Lannister on Altar without fear of death, paying no attention to the Lannister soldiers who had just poured into Sept.
Seeing this, Adam Malbrand waved his hand, and the red-armored soldiers came forward to greet him.
Boom!
The two torrents of steel collided violently in the center of Sept, playing a crazy and tragic movement under the watchful eyes of the Seven Gods.
Warrior's Sonss are not afraid of death. Their numbers are far inferior to that of Lannister soldiers, but each of them will never take a step back and fight to the death!
Someone had his arm broken, so he continued to chop with the weapon in his other hand. A spear penetrated his abdomen, but he still used his last strength to fall forward and bit the enemy's throat with his teeth.
Even if they fell in a pool of blood, they still held high the seven-color striped flag and slowly lowered it until the last moment of their lives.
As the commander, Bonifer Hasty rushed to the front. He was superb in swordsmanship. Every sword went straight to the vital point. In the blink of an eye, he had cut down three Lannister soldiers.
The gray-white cloak was stained red with blood, and the gray beard was stained with the flesh and blood of the enemy, but his eyes still burned with that almost fiery light.
Out of the firm belief in the Seven Gods, but after the ambition is ignited, even if he knows that he will die, he will still burn to the end of madness!
Relying on powerful force, he fought his way to Altar, less than ten steps away from Tywin Lannister, and could even see his own shadow reflected in those green eyes!
Then, a burly knight stood in front of him.
Adam·Malbrand!
Without any communication, the two knights fought to the death on the stone steps in front of Altar.
The sword blades collided, sparks flying.
Adam is young and strong, and his sword power is fierce and fierce. Bonifer is experienced and every sword is accurate and deadly.
They walked from the stone steps to the side of Altar, and from the side of Altar to the stained glass window. The sunlight shone on them through the portraits of the Seven Gods, making their shadows grow longer and shorter, as if the gods were also watching this battle of life and death.
In the end, Adam caught a small flaw in Bonifer, Longsword cut off Bonifer's right hand from the side, and then kicked it away.
Clang!!!
Bonifer and Longsword dropped their hands and fell to the ground, letting out a crisp whine.
He staggered back and leaned against a huge stone pillar, his chest heaving violently, and a hint of exhaustion finally appeared in his eyes.
Ser Adam did not pursue, but just stood there, letting the blood on the sword blade fall drop by drop on the stone slab.
Bonifer lowered his head and looked at his empty right hand.
It's over.
He slowly closed his eyes, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
When he opened it again, there was no fear in his eyes. He just slowly bent down and picked up the bloody Longsword with his left hand.
Then he used the last of his strength to take a step forward.
Poof-
Without a trace, Adam Malbrand's Longsword penetrated his heart.
Bonifer's body stiffened suddenly, and then slowly fell to his knees. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only let out a weak sigh.
The seven-color striped flag slipped from his hand and slowly fell into the pool of blood.
The rainbow on the flag is still bright, but the person holding the flag will never stand up again.
Sept gradually became quiet.
The last Warrior's Sons fell in a pool of blood. He was still holding a seven-color striped flag tightly in his hand. With his eyes wide open, he looked at Dome high above Sept, as if questioning the Seven Gods.
We fought for you, why did you abandon us?
However, Bonifer did not get any answer.
After the dust settled, nearly a hundred nobles were still in shock, huddled in the corner of Sept and shivering.
Their gorgeous dresses were stained with dust and blood, and their faces were filled with the uneasiness of the aftermath of the disaster.
Tywin was still standing on Altar, and he had not moved even an inch from beginning to end, as if the bloody massacre just now was just an insignificant breeze, gently passing by.
Turning around, his eyes fell on the corner of Altar.
The fat bishop huddled there, holding the Regent crown tightly with both hands, his whole body shaking like chaff.
This guy's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he kept chanting "Seven Gods Bless, Seven Gods Bless".
Tywin did not show any disdain, but slowly walked up to him and stretched out his hand, grabbing the crown from the fat bishop's hand.
Then he turned around and faced the hundreds of nobles in Sept who held the crown with both hands, slowly raised it, and put the crown on his head.
The golden crown shines brightly on his bare head.
His green eyes scanned the entire scene, like a lion patrolling its bloody territory.
The ground of Sept was littered with corpses. The blood of Warrior's Sons was mixed with the blood of Lannister soldiers. The seven-color striped flag was scattered in the pool of blood, trampled beyond recognition.
Regent sat on top of Sept with a stern face.
He looked at the embarrassed nobles and said coldly, "From today on, I, Tywin Lannister, am Regent, the Guardian of the Realm."
"After I have finished speaking, who is in favor and who is against?"
There was silence because no one dared to answer.
After all, facing hundreds of corpses piled up inside Sept, only a fool would oppose Tywin at this time.
"Very good." Upon seeing this, Tywin nodded with satisfaction, stood up and straightened the crimson Velvet Robe, then turned to look at Tommen's position just now. "I think we can go back to the Red Keep, Your Majesty."
He turned around, but...
Where is Your Majesty?
How about a king who is as big as me?
Tywin's voice stopped suddenly because the large chair beside Altar was empty.
He quickly looked around, but he couldn't find the little king. The nobles present looked at each other because no one noticed when the king disappeared!
Could it be that he is hiding?
Just as Tywin frowned in confusion, he vaguely heard a dull sound coming from Sept underground.
Rumble... Rumble...
The sound was dull but extremely real, as if something huge was awakening deep in the ground, getting louder and more powerful!
By the end, the entire Sept was trembling slightly from the shock, and the stained glass windows made a subtle buzz.
Listening to this movement, Tywin felt an almost instinctive fear in his heart. Even when he faced the Corleone blade in the Prime Minister Tower, he had never felt it before!
This instinct is called... death!
He turned around suddenly and wanted to leave, but before he could leave the chair, boom!!!!!!!!!
Green flames rose from the ground to the sky, and the portraits of the Seven Gods twisted, melted, and fell in the flames.
The stained glass windows were shattered by the shock wave, and thousands of colorful fragments flew in the air, reflecting a strange green light, like a gorgeous and deadly meteor shower.
Dome collapsed suddenly, and huge rocks fell from the sky, hitting the nobles who had no time to escape. The loud noise could be heard in every corner of King's Landing.
Flea Bottom, Red Keep, Lion's Gate, Blackwater Bay...
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked in the same direction in horror.
Then people were surprised to find...
Baylor Great Sept.
Exploded!!!