Red Keep In the corridor of the dungeon, torches cast swaying shadows on the stone walls.
Corleone walked alone on the stone steps leading to Black Cells. He did not bring the little king with him as agreed, but entrusted him to Randyll·Tarly, and told him to wait until he found out the situation clearly before making a decision.
Suddenly, he stopped.
At the corner not far ahead, I saw a waiter in coarse cloth walking out from the direction of Black Cells.
The man lowered his head and looked no different from the other servants in Red Keep, but Corleone noticed that there was almost no footsteps when this waiter walked.
Corleone remained calm and continued to move forward.
"The one who delivers the food?" He stopped a few steps away from the waiter and asked casually.
"Yes, sir." The waiter lowered his head.
"Has the Queen Mother eaten?"
"Have a bowl of hot soup."
"Very good."
Upon hearing this, the waiter bowed slightly, then continued to walk forward with his head lowered.
However, when she passed by Corleone, she heard the other party sigh quietly.
"It seems that Mi has completed her revenge, Miss Arya Staking.
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Damn!!!
As soon as these words came out, Arya's whole body tensed up like a cat with exploded fur.
She never expected that Corleone would see through her disguise in just a few words.
How is this possible?
After being trained by Faceless Men, Arya went all the way from Braavos back to Westeros without being dismantled even once.
But today it was Gendry first, and then Corleone.
How can you all be so capable!
Before he had time to think about it, the slender sword blade slipped out of his cuff, and a cold light flashed in the passage.
Her speed is astonishing, and just over half a year of Faceless Men training has almost transformed her. The angle of this sword is extremely tricky.
But Corleone, who was well prepared, just turned sideways slightly, and the sword blade grazed his collar.
Arya, who had seen Corleone's swordsmanship in Riverlands, was not surprised, but continued to attack, attacking Corleone's vital points from all angles like a storm.
But unfortunately, Corleone is broken.
[Insight Iv4]'s extreme observation ability makes every move of Arya extremely clear in his eyes.
Soon, Corleone seized the opportunity and took a step forward, then flew up and kicked Arya on the waist.
The best way to deal with the cunning and cunning fighting style of Faceless Men is to use absolute power to make them incapacitated.
Although Corleone is not specialized in strength, he is still an adult male, compared to a mere twelve-year-old girl...
It's not an exaggeration to describe it as a "punch in the kindergarten".
Arya's back hit the wall, and the severe pain made it almost impossible for her to move. She wanted to struggle, but when she looked up, she saw the dark Valyrian steel sword already hanging above her head.
"Your talent is truly amazing, Lady Stark."
Although he won easily, Corleone still had to admire. "In just half a year, you have been completely transformed. Every Faceless Men at Braavos will be proud of you."
"But it's a pity that you and I both knew from the beginning that even if you try your best, you won't be able to stab me with a single sword."
"After all, what Faceless Men taught you is only for taking people's lives quietly and is not suitable for direct confrontation."
"Stop talking nonsense, Corleone!" Arya roared sharply.
As Stark with "Wolf Blood" flowing all over his body, Arya is still stubborn even if he is subdued.
"She killed my father, right in front of me!"
"I watched him being dragged to the scaffold, the damned Ilyn Payne cutting off his head, and then hanging it on the wall!"
"Revenge is the only thing I have left, nothing can stop me!"
Seeing Arya roaring at the top of her voice, Corleone did not interrupt her.
After all, she is just a twelve-year-old girl. Seeing her relatives being killed one by one, she is able to not collapse but work hard to accumulate strength for revenge. This is already considered valuable.
It's a perfect protagonist template for a popular web article from the previous life.
But understanding is one thing, agreeing with her actions is another, especially if Cersei·Lannister died in prison without any explanation, it would bring him a lot of trouble.
"I know what Cersei·Lannister did. Please believe that I know this better than you."
Corleone shook his head, hit the little wolf girl hard on the head with the blade of his sword, and reprimanded. "But this does not mean that you can execute her at will, at least before she is tried in public."
"And you still owe me a favor, have you forgotten, Lady Stark, plus now you already owe me two."
At the corner of the passage, watching Corleone drawing swords towards Arya, Gendry instinctively clenched the war hammer and wanted to rush out.
He was originally guarding the door of Black Cells, but he hurried over when he heard the sound of fighting.
But... that's Corleone.
On one side is his loyal godfather, and on the other side is...Arya·Stark.
He didn't know what Arya meant to him. The other party might just be a girl he met at Riverlands. Although Arya was of noble birth, the intersection between the two should have stopped there.
But Gendry has never forgotten that when Brotherhood Without Banners sold him to Red Priestess, she was the only one to stand up and object.
Although her opposition failed to change anything, this friendship was enough to be remembered by Gendry, who grew up being beaten and scolded.
But now faced with such a situation, what can he do?
Swinging the hammer at the Godfather?
No.
His godfather never treated him badly and even taught him the principles of life just like his biological father.
But if we don't rush out, what will be the outcome of Arya?
Although Cersei is now a prisoner, she is still the mother of the king. How serious is the crime of assassinating the Queen Mother?
He doesn't know, he really doesn't know.
Just when Gendry felt in a dilemma, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the torch on the wall.
The torch burned quietly, the orange-red flame jumping in the darkness, like an eye without a pupil.
As if under some inexplicable guidance, Gendry's thoughts began to be uncontrollably drawn back to the night Dragonstone, when Red Priestess sucked his blood with leeches.
Then, three leeches filled with blood were thrown into the flames, cursing Robb·Stark, Balon·Greyjoy and Joffrey·Baila Theon respectively.
Those three people were all dead.
Red Priestess said that the blood of the king has the power of magic.
magic...
He is just a bastard who grew up in a the Smith shop. The blood of the king flows in his body, but he does not have the life of the king.
But if that blood really has power... can he use it now?
Save her.
No matter who you are, no matter if you can hear it or not.
Please.
With this thought, Gendry pulled out the dagger involuntarily and slashed it in his palm!
Blood gushed out, and he stretched his palm toward the flame in a daze, letting the blood droplets fall into it.
"Save Arya·Stark, in the name of Baila Theon."
However, as Gendry murmured, the flames did not seem to change at all.
Sure enough.
Gendry The hope in his heart sank little by little, and he was still as useless as ever.
But at this moment, Black Cells, which was closed on all sides, suddenly blew a gust of wind. At the same time, there seemed to be a subtle crackling sound in the flames.
Staring blankly at the rising flames, Gendry suddenly felt something in his body begin to...
Burn.
As the blood flows, it spreads from the heart to the whole body step by step, until the flames are reflected in the pupils.
Corleone was thinking about what to do with Arya, but at this moment, a sharp wind suddenly came from behind his head.
He reacted quickly, his head sank, and a thick war hammer swung past the place where he was standing. The head of the hammer dug into the wall and scattered rocks!
He turned around and took a few steps back. When Corleone saw the person clearly, his pupils shrank suddenly.
"Gendry?" He tentatively shouted in disbelief.
However, there was no response from the opponent, and the war hammer fell again.
This blow was faster than anything Corleone had ever seen before, and the overwhelming power could even be felt from a few feet away!
When the war hammer struck with fierce wind, Corleone heard a buzzing tremor in the air!
What a joke!
Shocked, Corleone hurriedly avoided it, and the hammer hit the ground. The stone slab shattered, and even Black Cells's stone wall was shaken slightly.
This power... this speed... is completely different from the previous Gendry!
Something's wrong!
Something is very wrong!
He personally taught Gendry how to swing a hammer, and he knew the details of this kid very well.
Although the strength is indeed astonishing, the method of exerting force is crude. In actual combat, he often relies on brute force and natural physique.
Corleone had reminded him of this, but since he had not made any achievements in the hammering technique, he could not provide better instruction. He could only let Gendry go to Fighting Arena to accumulate combat experience.
But that hammer just now was not at the level that Gendry should be!
What's more important...
Corleone's eyes crossed the distance of several feet between the two people and landed on Gendry's face.
Although it is extremely small and weak, it is almost difficult to detect, but Corleone can actually see a cluster of flames burning in the opponent's eyes!
Damn...
Could it be that his body was taken away?
But it seems that there is still some self-awareness?
"Gendry! Look at me!" Corleone shouted loudly, trying to wake up this guy.
"I am Vito·Corleone!!"
However, Gendry seemed not to hear it at all. He was breathing heavily and his chest was heaving violently. Only his burning pupils were locked on Corleone.
Taking a few steps forward again, a twenty-pound war hammer swept across from the side, so fast that even the air had no time to avoid it, and it made a sharp explosion!
Corleone felt his ears buzzing and instinctively leaned back, while Lady Forlorn slipped out of the scabbard.
Bang!!!
The sword blade collided with the hammer head, and sparks flew everywhere.
Corleone's arm was numb from the shock, and there was a sharp pain from the tiger's mouth.
He stepped back along with the impact, his heels making a harsh sound on the ground. However, before he could adjust his breathing, Gendry took another step forward and performed a simple vertical chop.
Corleone quickly raised Lady Forlorn to block.
Bang!!!
The power of this blow is even more terrifying than the one just now!
Corleone only felt as if his arms were hit by a battering ram, his knees bent involuntarily, and a trace of bright red blood even overflowed from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that his internal organs were injured!
Damn...
He cursed inwardly and looked up at Gendry, only to see that the flames in those eyes were brighter than before, and the pupils were almost completely engulfed in orange-red light!
The distance between the two was so close that Corleone could even feel the heat radiating from those eyes.
"Gendry·Baila Theon!"
He spoke again and reprimanded in a stern tone, "I brought you out of the dungeon of Dragonstone, not to let you swing at me here!"
Gendry still didn't respond, but just raised the war hammer again.
At this moment, a slender figure swept out from the side.
It's Arya·Stark!
Her movements were still astonishingly fast, and she jumped over to Gendry in a few steps and held his wrist holding the handle of the hammer.
"Don't fight anymore, don't fight anymore!!!"
"This guy is right, I owe him a favor, understand, come with me, let's get out of here now!"
However, her words had not yet fallen...
Boom!
Gendry, who had become indistinguishable between friend and foe, swung out his left fist without any warning and hit Arya firmly on the waist.
Unprepared, she jumped up high and hit the stone wall more than ten feet away.
After falling to the ground, Arya suddenly arched his body and sprayed a mouthful of hot blood on the cold stone slab.
The dark red blood looked particularly dazzling.
Instantly, Gendry was stunned.
The burning pupils suddenly shrank, and the flames dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He looked down at his left hand, which was still clenched into a fist, and began to tremble.
"I..." His lips kept trembling, but he couldn't pronounce the complete syllables.
He raised his head and looked at Arya, who was huddled in the corner.
The consciousness that had been swallowed up by madness resurfaced at this moment, his eyes became clear, and the remaining flames in the depths of his pupils struggled crazily, but were finally suppressed by him in his eyes.
"I am Gendry."
"Gendry... Baila Theon!"
Boom.
With a roar, the war hammer fell from his hand and fell on the stone floor.
Gendry knelt on one knee and lowered his head as if he had lost consciousness.
Corleone, who was not far away, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and his breathing gradually calmed down.
My internal organs are still aching, but it shouldn't be a major problem.
The most important thing is...
What on earth has this kid been bewitched by?
Corleone slowly walked up to Gendry, [Insight Iv4] was at its most effective, and kept searching for clues on the other party, but still found nothing.
However, he had a vague intuition that this matter was definitely related to the Red Priestess he killed.
Something is burning again.
Just when Corleone kept thinking.
Bang... bang bang.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!!!
The heart beats like a war drum, and the next second, the war hammer is in front of you!
Fuck!!!
It's not over!!!!
Corleone retreated immediately, but it was still a moment late. The war hammer passed by the body, and the impact was several times stronger than before!
The body was shaken and flew backwards for a long time. Before he could stand up, the figure like a furnace jumped out of the smoke.
The war hammer drew a death arc in the air, the hammer head glowed with a dull luster in the firelight, and fell like a meteor!
Without any time to think, Corleone immediately rolled sideways and swung a sword at the same time!
Boom!!!
Lady Forlorn was violently shaken by the impact, and the sharp metal wail echoed repeatedly in the empty dungeon. Corleone felt like he was hit in the front by a battering ram, and his body involuntarily flew backwards Izuku!
This power!!!
Supermodel, damn!!!!
Feeling the pain throughout his body, Corleone knelt on the ground and raised his head, only to see a pair of burning eyes looking down at him condescendingly.
Baila Theon's illegitimate son's whole body seemed to be coated with an ominous glow, and in the depths of his eyes, a pure flame of unknown origin was burning!
There seemed to be light flowing under the skin, and the blood vessels turned into a translucent golden red. The veins spread to the limbs, and the muscles began to expand rapidly wherever they passed, and they raised the war hammer against themselves again!!!
Corleone lowered his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Then laughed.
"Okay."
He stood up with his sword in hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and reached his right hand into his arms.
"No matter who you are, in short... you have provoked someone you shouldn't have provoked."
Ding~~~~
The gold coins rolled in the air, and the golden luster reflected on the pitch-black body of Valyrian steel sword, and also reflected on those burning pupils.
Drop it and hold it firmly with two fingers.
"Come on, hide your head and show your tail."
Corleone raised Gold Dragon in front of his eyes, and the extremely dazzling color seemed to cross the flames and pierce directly into Gendry's burning eyes.
"Let me take a good look at it."
"What the hell are you!"