Volantis' Red God Temple is filled with flames.
In the deepest prayer hall, thousands of flames burn on the iron frame day and night, extending from the floor to Dome, like a scorching cage.
Supreme Priest Benero is kneeling in the center of this cage.
His back was naked and covered with old and new whip marks, glowing with a dull luster in the firelight.
This was done by Benero himself in order to stay awake during the long prayer. The pupils in the deep-set eye sockets were astonishingly bright, reflecting the extremely hot flames in front of him.
The ancient Valyria language is constantly spitting out from the depths of the throat. This is the sacred medium passed down orally by Red God Temple priests from generation to generation to communicate with the King of Light.
Ever since the news of the dragon came from the Free City, Benero found that his chants received an unprecedented response.
The originally vague illusions in the flames became clear, the prophecies became clear, and even the most obscure and difficult Magic were gradually able to be performed.
As a result, Benero became more certain of his long-standing belief that the Lord of Light has never abandoned this world!
My king's power is increasing day by day, and the light will eventually illuminate the long night!
However...
The chanting stopped abruptly.
Benero slowly opened his eyes, and an extremely complex emotion appeared in his eyes... called fear.
He shouldn't be afraid, because the Supreme Priest is never afraid of anything, but.
It started a few months ago.
Benero preached in the temple hall as usual.
Thousands of believers prostrated at his feet. Benero opened his arms and announced to the believers the latest revelation of the Lord of Light. The believers responded enthusiastically, making Benero feel that the will of the Lord of Light was connecting the world through his body.
But just when he closed his eyes and prepared to continue receiving the next oracle, an unexpected vision appeared in front of him.
The knight wearing a gray cloak rode forward on horseback in the snowy sky, his face completely blurred, only the black hand on the gray cloak was so clear that it was so dazzling!
Under the hooves of the horse, a headless corpse fell in the bloody slush, the broken crown rolled down, and the coat of arms of the crowned stag shattered in the cold wind!
The picture freezes for a moment and then disappears.
Benero knew very well that this must represent some special meaning, so he sent his followers across the Narrow Sea to find Melisandre.
That woman is the closest thing Volantis has to the Fire itself. She is older, more powerful, and more trusted by the Lord of Light than any of the priests.
Although Melisandre never held any formal position, her status is irreplaceable in the minds of all high-ranking priests of Red God Temple.
However, before the messenger even boarded the ship, the bad news came.
A few days later, Benero was reading ancient books in the temple, hoping to get some guidance from them. However, at this moment, a strong wind swept through.
The tallest and hottest flame in the temple was extinguished!
The fire that represents Melisandre!
Thick smoke rose from the extinguished flames and slowly circled, and finally turned into a lacquered Black Hand palm with slightly spread fingers, hanging at the highest point of the temple, as if looking down at everyone below!
. Since that night, Benero has never left the core of the temple.
He stopped eating and saw no one. He locked himself in this cage made of thousands of flames and prayed day and night, chanting those ancient prayers over and over again, trying to communicate with the Lord of Light.
However, months passed by in a blink of an eye, and the flames summoned by all the magic power still received no response.
The Lord of Light seems to have abandoned the supreme priest who has served him for decades!
Benero knelt in the center of the flames. The whip marks on his back were stinging more and more from the sweat and clothing. His body was failing. He had not had a drop of water or a grain of rice for several months. Even with the blessing of the only true God in the world, he was about to come to an end.
But just when Benero was about to give up, he suddenly heard a very real voice.
"Save Ellie ia Stark, in the name of Baratheon...
", The moment [Fate Wheel] was activated, Corleone felt as if someone had hit him from behind.
It was as if someone had pulled his soul out of his body and thrown it into a rushing river, rushing towards some invisible end.
This feeling is very strange, but Corleone did not feel the slightest fear, but was full of excitement.
Since coming through the soul, [Fate's Gambit] has never taken him anywhere.
When I used this skill in the past, the rules would always unfold in place, and everything seemed very natural.
But this time it's completely different.
But this also means that it was not Gendry who was planning to kill him just now. [Fate's Gambit] was following that power in reverse to trace its origin.
Interesting.
It seems that this skill can really kill people along the network cable. In the previous life, it was simply a nightmare for keyboard warriors.
I don't know how long it took, maybe just for a moment, Corleone's feet landed on the solid ground.
He stood firm and raised his head, then couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
There is fire everywhere.
Okay, it seems we are familiar again... Oh, familiar God.
Especially when he saw Benello's attire, Corleone immediately understood. After all, he had killed a guy like this on Dragonstone Island.
And the one in front of me looks a bit crazier than Melisandre.
At the same time, Benero seemed to have seen Corleone.
He bounced up from the ground with a scratch, staggered back two steps and pointed at Corleone, mouthing a certain syllable crazily:
Although I couldn't understand it, the sharp and unpleasant voice combined with the other party's tone and demeanor clearly meant that he wasn't saying anything nice.
Corleone frowned and stared at Benero, then looked down at himself.
Ms. Kongji is also holding it in her hand, and even the King's Hand Black Hand Badge on her chest glows with a dull luster in the firelight.
Even though I'm not damn handsome, I'm not so scared, right?
However, Benero spoke very fast and kept talking like a barrage of words, even with a bit of hysteria, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Enough!"
Corleone couldn't help but raise his hand to interrupt, "You were the one who provoked me first. If you want to scold someone, I have to be the first!"
"And I have never met you. I don't understand what makes you disrespect me so much?"
Hearing this, Benero became even more excited and opened his arms, as if calling for some higher existence to come.
"Iiiiiihusband%88%husband*8%fu,, his body began to tremble, foam even came out of the corners of his mouth, and he looked like he might faint at any time.
Corleone was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath.
"Speak humanly."
"Ihusband%----8%·8husband" can't you speak Westerosi!!!"
"I*#·#·%--8*#·8
Looking at the trembling guy in front of him, the anger accumulated in Corleone's heart due to the sneak attack became even more intense.
He originally wanted to have a good talk with the other party and ask why he wanted to attack him half a world away.
But looking at the current situation, I'm afraid it won't be possible to negotiate.
Corleone Hold Ms. Kongji tightly and take a step forward, not intending to be verbose.
Finish the work as soon as possible, otherwise there's no telling what trouble will happen in King's Landing.
Following his movements, Benero's pupils trembled crazily in his eye sockets, but he had no intention of retreating. Instead, he opened his arms and the meaningless syllables in his mouth became louder and louder each time!
The jet-black Valyria steel sword body shimmered in the light of the flames, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Benello's throat.
However, at this moment, the flame behind Benero suddenly exploded, and the invisible flame actually burned a gap!
In Corleone's confused gaze, an eye suddenly opened in the gap!
It is different from the eyes of any living creature. It is as tall as a person. It is made of pure flowing flames. The edges of the pupils are glowing with dazzling white light. The irises are filled with colors that cannot be described by any language in the world.
When that eye stared at him, Corleone could feel his heart beating involuntarily!
This is not an existence that mortals should look directly at!
Damn it!
Jaime, come out and see God... ah, this is obviously R'hllor, the Lord of Light!
In other words, these eyes are some kind of projection of R'hllor in the mortal world, maybe just one of the countless incarnations, but even so, it is enough to make any mortal prostrate on the ground and beg for his forgiveness.
The King of Light... is indeed the only true god in this world who does real things, and he is not at the same level as the Seven Gods!
If a believer has something to do with him, he will really take care of it!
However, despite the arrival of the true god, Corleone still had no intention of giving in. Instead, he [Dignity Iv4]
Seeing the biggest one, I resisted the pressure that made me want to kneel down!
"Damn it, you didn't say anything when I was beaten, and now you show up when I want to kill him?"
"Then let's see if it's you who's harder or my fault, R'hllor!"
Corleone's heart skipped a beat, and he stepped forward fiercely under the gaze of the giant eyes, and waved out the empty lady in his hand without hesitation!
Phew!!!
Blood spattered and the huge head flew high into the air. Even Benero himself didn't react, with a fanatical look on his face!
The headless body shook twice and finally fell backwards, falling heavily on the Altar stone slab.
Corleone stood next to the corpse, raised his head and looked at the giant pair of flame eyes hanging in mid-air, but was surprised to find that for the first time, those eyes made of pure flames had an expression that could be understood by mortals.
Is he... confused?
It's like humans seeing ants lift a 250kg barbell in front of them, or elephants seeing a fish leaping up from the bottom of the water, then flapping its wings and swallowing the prey.
Corleone understood this change in expression and felt secretly happy.
Sorry, I'm confused.
R'hllor seemed to be completely confused at this time, with his giant eyes hanging in the air, as if even the surrounding flames had frozen.
Corleone suddenly realized that he had stayed here for too long.
Benero is dead, [Fate's Gambit] is over. He can't continue to stare at a dumb god here, and there is still a lot of mess waiting for him to clean up in the real world.
So he stared at those huge burning eyes, grinned, and then took steps in the direction he came from.
It's so exciting to just show off and run away.
But at this moment, darkness surged in from all directions like a tide and engulfed the entire temple.
The only thing still burning was the giant eyes.
Corleone Suddenly found that he couldn't move!
An invisible force enveloped his consciousness from all directions. It had no entity, but it firmly fixed his whole person in place!
Time seemed to be stretched to infinite length at this moment, and every second became sticky and slow.
Corleone struggled twice and clearly felt that his consciousness was wrapped in layers by that force.
No pain or itching, but unable to move.
Too bad!
Corleone feels bad, and this time he is showing off.
He was thinking quickly in his mind.
Ms. Kongji is still in her hand, but physical attacks against this incorporeal existence are obviously ineffective.
[Fate's Gambit]'s execution power has been used, and the execution target just now was Benero, who is not directly related to this King of Light boss.
If you want to start another round, you have to wait for the seven-day cooling-off period.
And after seven days, his body in King's Landing will probably be dry...
But just when Corleone was quickly thinking of a way to escape, the will that enveloped him suddenly relaxed, and the restraint turned into a gentler touch.
It seemed like a palm made of light was slowly spreading out in front of him.
That will did not speak, but when it touched Corleone's consciousness, Corleone still understood his meaning.
It was like someone had stuffed a whole piece of information that couldn't be described in words directly into the depths of his mind in a very direct way.
Very rude.
Not polite.
Corleone was silent for a moment, taking a long time to digest that information.
Then he slowly raised his head and looked at the giant flaming eyes hanging in mid-air with extremely complex eyes."
... You mean, you want me to be your spokesperson in the mortal world and fight against the power of Cold God on your behalf?"
Those giant eyes didn't answer, but their very existence was the answer.
Corleone stared at those eyes for a long time.
Then, he took a deep breath and replied frankly, "I'm sorry, in fact, I am a staunch materialist, and I can't do such a thing as a stickman."
The moment these words were spoken, the air in the entire temple seemed to freeze.
Corleone Dare to swear to the Seven Gods... even though that thing is useless.
But he did indeed see a certain emotion that could be called "loss" in these eyes of eternal flames!
It's like a child holding out his most precious toy with great expectations, only to be politely rejected by the other party.
Is He really losing?
An idea suddenly emerged from the bottom of my heart.
Although this guy has a transcendent personality, his IQ doesn't seem to be very high.
No, you can't use the word "IQ". He is a god. He doesn't even have a body, let alone a brain. There is no intellectual defect in the physical sense at all.
But that's fine too...
Corleone The curve of the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
This is easy to handle. He has always been very patient when facing opponents who are not very smart, such as a certain Queen Regent who almost blew up his own father.
"But...
Corleone spoke again, "Friendship is always the strongest bridge to maintain a relationship. I am not your spokesperson, but I can be your partner."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand and spread his palm.
A Gold Dragon that will never be lost lies quietly in his palm, glowing with a warm luster in the light of the flame.
"I promised to help you deal with Cold God, but not in the way that you and Li's followers have always been familiar with. I have my own order and rules."
"But you have to owe me a favor, Lord of Light.
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Hearing this, the giant flame eyes stared at Corleone silently.
Then the flames of the entire temple ignited again, as blooming as they did at the beginning of creation.