Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 530 All gods lie

The violent wind and snow swept across the earth, like fire burning.

Samwell looked at the man wearing the ice crown below, and immediately decided that the man in his heart was the Night King he had been looking for—

 The legendary leader of the White Walkers, the source of the long night, and the master of ice and snow.

Samwell has always been skeptical about what Bran Stark said that only killing the Night King can end this war.

This is not directed at Bran, the Three-Eyed Crow, or the Old Gods, but that he has a natural resistance and vigilance from the heart towards the gods of this world.

 Until he fully understands the secrets and purposes of the gods, Samwell will no longer believe anything they say.

However, the moment he saw the Night King, Samwell immediately felt a strong murderous intention in his heart, as if the other person was his destined enemy, as if his only purpose in coming to this world was to kill Yaoh.

 Samwell could feel the blood in his body boiling.

 At this moment, all doubts dissipated like smoke.

 He licked his lips and his eyes became extremely eager.

 Ever since he became the king of the Seven Kingdoms and received the blessing of the Seven Gods, with his attributes greatly increased, Samwell has not really fought with all his strength for too long.

Even on the night of the bloodbath of Braavos, he did not exert all his strength.

 Because at the moment when his mental attributes skyrocketed, he chose to reactivate the seal left by the red-robed witch.

Samwell had to do this, otherwise the constant chatter in his ears would drive him crazy.

 But now, he felt that he could finally break the seal temporarily and fight a hearty battle.

As for whether the long night will end after killing the Night King, he can't control that much. He will kill him first.

Thinking of this, Samwell slowly pulled out the giant sword [Dawn] from his back, jumped off the white dragon, and rushed towards the strange altar.

The petal marks on the palm of his right hand gradually bloomed one by one, and Samwell once again felt an indescribable terrifying power in his body.

That force is rushing and surging, like a volcano about to erupt.

　　Boom!

 A little silver light suddenly lit up in the dark night.

Dang!

The silver light exploded suddenly, turning into countless sparks of orange-red and gray-white intertwined.

　　The figures of both of them have reached an incredible level and are almost impossible to be caught by the naked eye.

 No one else can intervene at all.

 But other people, or the White Walkers, did not stay still.

Those White Walkers riding ice spiders immediately targeted the three giant dragons flying in the air, especially the terrifying white dragon.

Every time it dives, it will bring flames like lava eruptions, scorching everything.

Black dragons and green dragons are much inferior in strength, but because they are controlled by dragon knights, they know how to use tactics better, and they also cause great trouble to the White Walkers.

Arya Stark started shouting when she saw the dragon, and she couldn't contain her excitement. However, because she was caught by the White Walkers, she could only help cheer and shout:

“Get rid of that ugly guy with the crown! Your Majesty Caesar! Get rid of him!”

 In fact, she couldn't clearly see the fight between Samwell and the Night King. The two were moving too fast.

 Only a golden light and a gray light were seen intertwining in the air, like lightning colliding in mid-air.

 The speed of both of them reached the limit of their nerves and muscles.

　　锵—

A gray-white light shot out in mid-air, cutting a deep ravine in the snow and crashing into a group of corpses, causing a **** storm.

The Night King stumbled, and the ice sword in his hand broke into two pieces.

But there was no look of surprise or fear in his blue pupils, they were still deadly indifferent, even deadlier than a long winter night.

Looking at the golden light that was approaching him quickly, the Night King calmly raised his hand, and strands of gray mist swam out from the strange altar and slowly wrapped around his right arm.

Kakaka—

In an instant, countless strange energies shot out, condensing into a terrifying abyss in mid-air.

 A black light flashed in the huge mouth.

　　唰!

A long black tongue shot out like lightning, like a giant python coming out of its hole, breaking through the air, leaving mottled cracks in the air, and rushed towards Caesar.

 Samwell felt a chill in his heart, and he keenly felt the unusualness of this energy.

 But it seemed to have an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if he had encountered it somewhere before.

Although there are thousands of thoughts running through my mind, my hand movements are not delayed at all.

 The great sword [Dawn] turned gracefully in Samwell's hands, and the tip of the sword tilted upward.

Countless golden threads from all around gathered quickly. It was just an ordinary slash, but the power and momentum exerted by this attack far exceeded all his previous battles.

　　Boom!

 The golden giant sword and the long black tongue suddenly collided, and a brilliant fireworks bloomed in the night sky.

But this is far from over. The Night King's left hand is also circling, pulling out another wisp of black energy from the strange altar.

In an instant, a large amount of black energy burst out from the Night King's body, and his ice and snow armor seemed to burn instantly.

　　Bang!

Black flames poured down like a torrent, spreading rapidly on the snow, spreading around like ripples.

Although the surrounding White Walkers and ghouls had tried their best to stay away from the battle between the two men, they were still pushed away by this terrifying energy shock wave.

The three giant dragons quickly pulled up and flew into the sky at the same time, as if they were extremely afraid of this black flame.

Samwell, who was bombarded head-on, could not avoid it.

 He could only take a step back and raised his giant sword in front of him to block the surging energy fluctuations.

In an instant, Samwell did not feel the burning pain of the fire, nor the coldness of the ice and snow. He only felt a powerful pressure.

 It is not a pressure on the body, but on the soul.

　　Boom!

Countless black flames swept up and swallowed Samwell instantly.

 “Sam!” Daenerys, who was riding on Drogon’s back, couldn’t help but exclaimed, the anxious look on her face unable to be concealed.

Even though she was so far away, she could still feel the terror of this energy, which seemed to be irresistible and reached the deepest part of her heart.

But when the black flames gradually dissipated, a golden circular barrier was seen standing quietly in front of Samwell, blocking his slender body just behind.

Daenerys just breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart immediately became excited again.

 Because the Night King's attack is far from over.

I saw that his hands were continuously extracting energy from the strange altar, covering his whole body again and again, forming that terrifying and strange force field, which spread out around like a tide, one after another, continuously.

Samwell held the giant sword tightly, and golden threads condensed from the void and merged into the barrier around him.

 Densely packed and stranded, he soon looked like a golden egg.

 But under the suppression of the tidal black force field, Samwell could not move at all and could only resist.

"It seems...it can't be suppressed anymore..." Samwell sighed softly.

 Looked at the petal seal on his left hand.

"Since we can no longer suppress it, let's... let it go completely!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he actually put down the giant sword, as if he was ready to give up.

 Emotional fluctuations appeared for the first time in the Night King's blue pupils. It was shock mixed with doubt.

 But the next moment, a large group of golden threads bloomed from the human king opposite like a shadow, like flowers blooming in midsummer.

  Swish swish swish—

Countless golden threads shuttled like streams of light, wrapping around Samwell's body from all directions.

His pupils turned golden again, and there were dense golden lines on his face and exposed skin.

I saw him raising his hand and pointing -

Countless golden threads surged in like a storm, sweeping towards the Night King in front of the altar.

　　Boom!

 Gold completely suppressed black and became the only main color in this darkness.

Samwell heard lingering murmurs in his ears again, but he ignored them and just stared at the ice crystal figure that kept retreating.

   “Is it time to end?”     Click click—

A sharp and bone-deep sound of ice breaking echoed between heaven and earth.

Samwell saw with his own eyes that the ice crystal armor on the Night King had cracks like spider webs.

The other party's body was also trembling violently, as if something gray-white was trying to get out of the gap in the Night King's armor.

　　Samwell's eyes were cold, and he did not dare to hesitate. He picked up the giant sword again and rushed forward.

 But he was still a step late.

A raging black wave poured down from the altar, and the entire sky-reaching pillar of pure black light exploded, causing a faint light to appear in the sky.

　　Boom!

Countless black lines suddenly exploded, and the ground shook, as if the end of the world had come.

 The wind and snow are roaring, and the dead are wailing.

 The Tomb of the Ancestors, this land that has been sleeping for thousands of years seems to be waking up.

Black swept in again and gained the upper hand.

 In the turbulent black wave, the Night King's whole body is glowing with gray-white light, which looks both weird and shocking.

The emotions revealed in his blue pupils became more and more complex, and they were no longer as dead and indifferent as before.

 But his strength has also grown by leaps and bounds.

 A black wave flashing with a large number of gray-white strange runes surrounded Samwell alone.

 He felt the terrifying pressure from the Night King that was dozens of times stronger than before.

This kind of pressure is simply not something he can resist now.

Even if he has completely lifted the seal, he is still unable to do it.

Moreover, Samwell felt an extremely strong threat from the Night King, the threat of death.

　　唰!

 A black light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

Samwell turned his head subconsciously and felt a chill that penetrated into his bones from his left shoulder.

 Half of the body was frozen stiff due to this.

Had he not tilted his head just now, he might have died.

Too strong.

how so?

 Samwell felt hopeless for the first time.

But the Night King was walking towards the human king in a hurry. A pure black dagger was condensing into shape in his hand, like the sickle of death.

This is impossible!

 Samwell refused to believe it.

If the Night King really has such overwhelming strength, why does the other side keep hiding? Wouldn't it be possible to end this war by simply going into battle and defeating the Neck Defense Line?

 This is not a power that belongs to this world!

 The reason why Samwell dared to fight against the gods was because he understood the limitations of the gods through repeated trials.

They may be extremely powerful, but they cannot project much power into the world, otherwise there is no need to play various prophecy games with them.

 What went wrong?

Samwell tried his best to draw the giant sword, but found that under the pressure of the Night King, his hands were simply heavier than the earth.

Seeing the Night King approaching step by step, but Caesar making no move to dodge, Daenerys in the air panicked for a moment.

 “Sam!”

Samwell was suddenly startled. He looked up and saw a green light in the night sky rushing over desperately.

 “No! Don’t come here!” he hissed.

 But the green dragon showed no signs of slowing down.

"No!"

Samwell roared again, suddenly twitched the giant sword in his hand and slashed out.

 But his movements were extremely slow, or perhaps the time was suddenly stretched by some force.

 The whole world seemed to switch to a slow-motion scene in a movie.

Samwell looked at his wife who rushed over desperately, and there was an intense pain somewhere in his heart.

 But at the same time, a picture flashed quickly in front of his eyes.

 Red Comet, Blood Reef Island, Ancient City of Gith…

 Death, resurrection, deception, control, sacrifice…

 Finally settled on a beautiful face.

 Nissa Nissa!

 Legends from thousands of years ago echoed in my mind again.

The hero who led mankind to repel the last Long Night, the Son of the Holy Flame, the prophetic prince who forged the divine sword [Lightbringer] with his wife's blood, that Azor Ahai...

 Victory comes at a cost.

 Light requires sacrifice.

 “No! Never!”

Furry and fear swept over him, overwhelming Samwell's consciousness.

 In a daze, his vision went dark, and the Night King, the White Walkers, the altar, and Daenerys all disappeared.

Samwell found himself standing on top of a lava ruin.

 The earth cracked open with spider web-like gaps, and golden flames surged through them.

Opposite him, stood a man whose face could not be seen clearly.

 “Don’t you understand yet? Caesar.” The man said softly.

 “Who are you?” Samwell asked warily.

"Who I am is not important," the man said. "What is important is, who are you?"

 “I am Caesar!” Samwell replied reflexively.

 But the man slowly shook his head:

"No, you were wrong all along. You can escape for a while, but you cannot escape for a lifetime. This is your fate, and it will always follow you like a shadow."

 Samwell said coldly:

 “Then tell me, who am I?”

"After the long summer, the stars will cry blood, and the cold darkness will cover the world. At this terrifying moment, a warrior will pull out the burning sword from the fire. That sword is the 'Lightbringer', the red sword of the hero, holding The one who possesses the sword is the reincarnation of Azor Ahai, and he will drive away the darkness."

The man narrated this ancient Asshai prophecy in a chanting tone, and finally said in an unquestionable tone:

 “Of course you are the reincarnation of Azor Ahai!”

While speaking, the man suddenly raised his head, and he actually had the same face as Samwell.

"Accept your destiny and complete your mission." The man said, "Go and kill your wife Nissa Nissa, use her sacrifice to create the real [Lightbringer] and end this long night!"

Samwell listened to the man's words quietly, but a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

“R’hllor, it’s you,” he said.

Immediately, regardless of the expression on the face of the person opposite, Samwell continued:

“I once heard a saying. Although it came from the mouth of an enemy, I think it spoke a certain truth.”

The man looked at Samwell quietly, his eyes calm:

 “What words?”

Samwell waved his hand gently, as if to brush away the morning fog:

 “All gods are lies.”