Everyone held their breath and looked at the figure walking from the end of the passage.
His stature is not that tall, but there is always a vague sense of invisible pressure on his body. It is hard to describe the feeling, just like when you are standing on an open plain and suddenly feel that the sunlight above your head is blocked by something.
Then you raise your head and see a huge shadow slowly moving over your head. You know it's just a cloud, but your heartbeat still speeds up involuntarily.
Now in people's eyes, Vito·Corleone is that cloud.
He rode his horse to the center of the ruins and stopped only ten steps away from the shield wall composed of more than a dozen personal guards. These people were obviously the most elite and loyal subordinates of Tywin. Even though the people on both sides were losing their minds just now, they did not leave half a step away from Tywin.
The horse snorted and gently dug its front hooves at the gravel beneath its feet.
Corleone lowered his head and looked at the wall composed of steel shields and spears. More than a dozen red-armored knights were closely guarding Tywin·Lannister. The shields were tightly fitted and the spears stretched out from the gaps. The tips of the spears shone coldly in the sun.
Even though their defeat is now determined, there is no fear in their eyes. This extraordinary loyalty comes from the honor passed down from generation to generation by Westerlands knights for thousands of years.
"Move aside, sirs."
Corleone spoke softly, his tone as calm as if he was asking someone to make way for him when going to the market, so that he could pass through the crowded market.
Knights, look at me, and I look at you. Both hands are still holding the shield and spear tightly, and the steps have not moved even half a minute.
The knight standing at the front raised his head, met Corleone's gaze, and said stubbornly, "My family and I have sworn allegiance to House Lannister, Casterly Rock, for thousands of years. We will never retreat unless Lord Tywin orders it!"
He spoke righteously, and this move angered the Black Hand Mafia knights behind Corleone. They all looked at each other angrily and prepared to teach this ignorant guy a lesson.
However, Corleone just raised his hand to stop them, and his eyes slowly scanned every face behind the shield wall.
The firm loyalty in the eyes of the other party and others is very familiar to Corleone, because he has seen it in the eyes of everyone who is willing to die for Black Hand Mafia.
"I believe you are all Westerlands's best knights."
He did not blame the other party for his loyalty, but continued to say with affection, "Your loyalty is admirable, and your courage is also worthy of respect, but I just came to chat with His Majesty the Regent and have no other intention."
"And please be assured that if I ordered a storm, you would not hold out for more than a minute in the presence of my men."
With that said, Corleone's eyes fell back on the scarred knight's face, and he said sincerely, "So, if you choose to get out of the way, Black Hand Mafia will keep this favor in mind."
As soon as these words came out, the knights couldn't help but feel slightly moved.
After all, Corleone gave them a pretty dignified reason to leave, not because they were afraid of death or betrayal, but to preserve their usefulness so that they could continue to serve House Lannister in the future.
After a brief silence, the leading knight raised his head and looked at the densely packed black flags behind Corleone.
On the gray-white background, black palms rustled in the wind, one after another, extending to the edge of the ruins and to the end of the field of vision.
Surrounding them were Lannister soldiers kneeling in surrender, as well as corpses lying in a pool of blood.
Anyone can see that their defense line has completely collapsed, and it will be completely useless to continue to resist.
Finally, he took a deep breath.
"Retreat."
There was only one word, but the knights behind the shield wall breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time.
They put away their spears, removed their shields, and retreated to both sides, still moving in unison.
Corleone nodded slightly to greet these elites, then gently pinched the horse's belly, passed between the two rows of red-armored knights, and came to Tywin.
The old lion was still standing where he was, with his back straight, but Corleone could see that the light in those green eyes was dimming little by little.
His lips were chapped, his face was covered with blood and dust, and his whole person looked like a statue about to collapse. It could be seen from the appearance that it was full of cracks.
Only three steps away from Tywin, Corleone reined in the reins and lowered his head to look down at the opponent.
This scene is just like when Tywin rode into Sept, looking down at everyone.
Only this time, the man on horseback became Corleone.
"Impossible..
", as the distance got closer, Corleone could even hear Tywin's constant mumbling to himself.
His voice was hoarse and weak. After all, he was too seriously injured and unable to accept the reality in front of him. He was almost unsteady on his feet.
But the pride developed over decades allowed Tywin to still grit his teeth and hold on without falling.
Because Corleone was on horseback, for the first time in his life, he had to raise his head and look at Farmer, who had been knighted by himself.
"I clearly sent a thousand soldiers to surround Flea Bottom!"
Even from the tone of voice, you can tell how ridiculous Tywin thinks things have become.
"Every exit is guarded by my people. You can't come out, you can't... why?"
Seeing the old lion in such a miserable state, Corleone did not mock him, but simply said, "Oh, you are talking about those people."
"Sept The explosion was too loud. They were attracted by the explosion at that time, gave up the mission of encirclement, and took the initiative to approach here."
As soon as these words came out, Tywin gritted his teeth a little tighter, but he was not too surprised.
This is human nature. After all, when the supreme commander may be in danger, any loyal soldier will instinctively move closer to him.
But this seems even more unreasonable.
If it is true as Corleone said, and a thousand people actively move towards Sept, then they will arrive before Corleone's people.
No matter how fast Black Hand Mafia's cavalry is, they can't arrive earlier than Lannister's soldiers.
Unless those thousand people were intercepted halfway.
But where did Corleone get so many troops?
Those are a thousand fully equipped Lannister elites. They have experienced the baptism of War of the Five Kings, and their combat effectiveness is far beyond that of ordinary Mercenary.
Even if there were a thousand pigs, it would be impossible for them to collapse so quickly!
Corleone seemed to notice Tywin's confusion, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
"Speaking of which, it's really thanks to you."
"Since the Lannister army has been stationed in King's Landing these days, no one from the nobles to the common people has complained."
"Your soldiers are stationed in the streets and alleys of King's Landing, oppressing people as if they were Riverlands during war.
"But they forgot that King's Landing is not Riverlands. People here are not used to being stepped on their heads with horse hooves."
He paused, looking at Tywin with his black eyes, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became deeper.
"So thanks to you, I already had many friends, and now I have even more friends."
"Friend?" Tywin gritted his teeth, and his voice came out from between his teeth. "Is it Tyrell?"
"No, it's impossible. All their troops have returned to the Reach.
"Is it House Stokeworth?"
"No, Tanda is dead, Falyse is also dead, and the remaining Bronn who hired Mercenary doesn't have the energy at all."
"Lake? Rosby? Who is it?"
He desperately wanted answers.
This is not only about the outcome of this battle, but also about his understanding of his decades of rule.
He must know which link went wrong and ultimately gave him the fatal blow.
This can be regarded as the biggest failure he has ever encountered from War of the Ninepenny Kings to now!
However, in the expectant gaze of Tywin, Corleone just grinned.
"Sorry, there is no obligation to inform."
As soon as these words came out, Tywin felt as if someone had hit him hard on the chest with a war hammer, just like Rhaegar Targaryen had been next to Trident.
His eyes suddenly opened wide, his lips trembled violently, and he made an indistinct "gurgle" sound in his throat.
In his sixty years of life, no one has ever dared to speak to him like this!
But now, he not only suffered a failure, but also lost the support of his younger brother and his most loyal guard. But even so, he didn't even know how he lost!
This is absolutely unacceptable!
"Corleone... you... you...
, as his anger grew higher and higher, Tywin's body began to shake continuously, his heart beat wildly in his chest, and then a fishy-sweet liquid surged up from the depths of his throat.
"Poof!!!" A mouthful of old blood spurted out from Tywin's mouth, and then he fell straight forward.
Corleone sat on the horse, looked at Tywin's fallen figure, and shook his head.
The ability to bear is so bad?
He originally thought that the old lion could last a few more rounds.
But it's normal to think about it again. After all, Tywin has almost never lost in his life. To describe the old lion's experience in one sentence, it is... it is simply smooth.
When War of the Ninepenny Kings was young, Tywin, who was less than twenty years old, began to rise to prominence. He was awarded a knighthood for his bravery in battle, and he was also canonized by Aerys·Targaryen, who was still a prince at the time.
Later, he was defeated and returned to Westerlands, who had not yet inherited the title of Duke. Not only did he recover the gold lent by his weak father Tytos from the Westerlands lords, he also eliminated the bandits throughout the territory and even led his army to wipe out House Reyne and House Tarbeck.
At the age of twenty, he became the youngest Hand of the King in history and has been working for twenty years.
His talent in internal affairs has been fully displayed in the position of Hand of the King. From the Wall to Oldtown, people say that Tywin truly rules the Seven Kingdoms.
Although he later separated from the increasingly crazy king, he later took the initiative to resign and return to Westerlands, and a few years later, he almost killed everyone in the Targaryen family.
A person who had never lost before tasted defeat for the first time, and it was such a complete and powerless defeat that no one could bear it.
Corleone got off his horse, walked to Tywin, squatted down, and reached out to explore his carotid artery.
It is still beating, but it is already very weak. At least three ribs are broken. There may be a problem with the joints of the left shoulder. Coupled with excessive blood loss and shortness of breath, if not treated in time, this old lion may really have to see Stranger.
However, since they all unexpectedly survived the explosion, Corleone also plans to let Tywin live for a while longer. After all, he is still somewhat useful at this time.
Standing up, Corleone turned to the dozen Lannister knights who were still guarding the side, and ordered, "Carry the regent back to Red Keep, and I will treat him personally."
The knights looked at each other.
After all, their lord had just been so angry that the man in front of him vomited blood and passed out, and now Corleone said that he would personally treat him?
But now there is no better way.
The leading knight was silent for a moment, and then he and another knight carefully lifted Tywin up.
Corleone watched them leave, then got on his horse again and walked towards the center of the ruins.
At this time, the situation on the ruins has completely fallen into the control of Black Hand Mafia.
The surrendered troops of Lannister were put under centralized supervision, and the surviving nobles were placed on the edge of the ruins, protected by the cavalry of Black Hand Mafia.
Oberyn and his three daughters were sitting on a piece of gravel to rest. Prince of Dorne's wounds had been simply bandaged. Although his face was still a little pale, he was in good spirits, perhaps because he had killed many Lannister.
Seeing Corleone walking over, Oberyn curled his lips, seeming to be a little dissatisfied with him for letting Tywin go, but he didn't get angry.
After all, if it weren't for Corleone, he would have been a dead man at this time and would have no right to ask the other party to do more.
At this moment, a commotion came from the edge of the ruins.
Corleone turned around and saw Yego walking out of the crowd.
Dothraki Warrior's face was full of excitement after the battle, and he was dragging a person in his hand.
Although his long blond hair was as unkempt as weeds and his face was covered with dust and tears, his original appearance could still be vaguely recognized.
The most noble woman who had ever been Seven Kingdoms was roughly dragged to the center of the ruins and lay on the ground trembling all over.
Not long ago, she was standing on the top of Visenya's Hill, admiring her "masterpiece" with a glass of wine, dreaming of stepping on Flea Bottom and sitting on Iron Throne.
But now, she was dragged like a bereaved dog to the ruins of Sept that she blew up with her own hands.
The crowd around began to whisper.
The surviving nobles looked at the Queen Mother lying on the ground with complicated eyes, filled with hatred and gloating.
Corleone rode up to Cersei and looked at her condescendingly.
Cersei seemed to feel that gaze, and her body trembled even more, but she still didn't dare to raise her head. She just buried her face in the gravel and ashes, and her long golden hair was scattered on the ground.
Corleone didn't speak to her, just glanced at Yego.
"Keep an eye on her, Blood of My Blood."
Yego grinned, nodded, and then picked up Cersei from the ground like a chicken and dragged it aside.
At this moment, the Hound also walked out of the crowd.
His armor was stained with blood, and Lady Forlorn had been put back into its sheath, holding the eight-year-old king in his arms.
The Hound walked up to Corleone and put Tommen down.
The little king was obviously frightened. His legs were a little weak and he almost fell down.
Corleone Turn over and dismount.
Instead of being condescending to others, he knelt down on one knee so that his eyes were level with Tommen.
"You are frightened, Your Majesty."
Corleone's voice was very soft, and only Tommen could hear it, but it didn't seem to be flattering or flattering at all. Instead, he was communicating like a real adult.
Tommen's lips moved, wanting to say something, but only a small sob came out of his throat.
Corleone seemed to see through his fear and continued to comfort him in a deep voice, "Please rest assured, Queen Margaery has received the news in advance and is now at House of Order."
"She was not harmed in any way. I will take you to see her after the matter here is settled."
Hearing this, Tommen's eyes lit up, but he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
Margaery Safety is a good thing, but mother...
He glanced at Cersei who was kneeling on the ground and hesitated to speak.
Seeing this, Corleone did not explain too much, but stretched out his hand and stopped in front of Tommen with his palm upward.
"Your Majesty, will you come with me to see your people?"
Tommen was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and looked at the hand stretched out to him, which was covered with calluses.
After hesitating for a moment, the king also reached out his hand and gently held it.
Corleone smiled gently, picked up the king and lifted him up so that he could sit on his shoulders, then turned around and faced everyone on the ruins.
"I am Vito·Corleone!"
"I believe you have all heard of my name."
"Under the orders of His Majesty Tommen·Baila Theon I and Queen Margaery·Tyrell, I am here to capture the murderer who blew up Great Sept of Baelor and murdered hundreds of nobles - Cersei·Lannister."
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the ruins.
The king and queen's orders?
When?
"Now, you are safe."
However, Corleone's voice sounded again, suppressing all the commotion.
"Black Hand Mafia people will escort you all home safely."
Corleone paused, his dark eyes scanning the entire audience, and a strong sense of invisible oppression emanated from him, even worse than Tywin before!
[Dignity Iv4]!
"Lannister wants you to die, but Black Hand Mafia wants you all to live well."
"So, when you go home, please tell your family, friends, and even neighbors...
"Please tell everyone that the culprit of the tragedy that happened at Great Sept of Baelor today is Cersei·Lannister."
"I'm done."
"Who is in favor and who is against?"