The Radiant Emissary was stabbed into the ground, and it was obvious that the blade was brighter than before. The red was translucent, and the red was vivid. It was like a red crystal made of flames that had a life of its own. However, the magical radiance surrounding the sword had disappeared.
A gentle breeze blew through the courtyard, bringing a warm aura from the Red Sword, as if it was a burning piece of charcoal.
"This sword is probably the real deal." Danny frowned.
Her right hand, which was holding the sword, clenched into a fist and let it hang by her side, unnaturally clenching and relaxing.
"How did you do it?" Stannis' eyes dimmed and his voice was hoarse.
"Use your blood, Wizard Power, and soul to activate it." Danny stretched out her right hand and opened her palm. There were dark red lines of blood on her fair palm. The wound had already scabbed over and only a small amount of blood was seeping out.
It was as if what she was holding wasn't the sheathed sword hilt, but the blade of the bayonet.
"Why do you need fresh blood?" The red-robed woman asked in shock.
Danny looked at the red sword stuck in the mud with a complicated expression. In just a few words, the wet ground near the blade was slowly drying. She said, "This is a demonic sword. To use it, one needs to sacrifice one's blood and soul. The damage to the user is too great."
"Impossible. Yasuer and Ahai have used this weapon for decades without suffering any backlash." The red-robed woman shook her head.
"The bloodstains on your hands, you must have been burned by the flames, right?" Stannis saw that Danny's cheeks were rosy and showed no signs of being sucked dry by the magic sword.
"You can think whatever you want. Anyway, I'm not the one who used the sword." Danny shrugged and said in a relaxed tone.
She was not lying. When she used the Green Prophet's wizard power, the Radiant Messenger did not react at all. But when he had just injected the nine-colored whirlpool's Wizard Power into the red sword, he felt a piercing pain in his right hand that was holding the sword. His blood and Soul Power were uncontrollably sucked into the sword hilt.
What was even more frightening was that the Wizard Power she had lost was permanent, and she would never be able to recover it. The Nine-Colored Vortex was shrinking.
With just two sword swings, Danny had permanently lost about one-twentieth of her Wizard Power and one-hundredth of her soul. If she really fought the deviant ghosts with the red sword, she would be dead in one battle.
Danny had an epiphany. The soul in the Radiant Messenger that had not responded to her all this time was very eager to devour her whole.
Yes, when her soul power flowed into the red sword, she also understood the magic runes inside the sword. She even sensed the cold and dead sword soul inside.
Danny tried to communicate with the sword soul and sent out a mental wave to ask if the other party was Yasuor's wife, Nisha Nisha, but the soul did not respond at all.
However, when her soul, Wizard Power, and blood flowed into the red sword, the Sword Soul immediately devoured the external energy like it was thirsting for it. It was so greedy that Danny was shocked.
Therefore, without any hesitation, she threw the sword away after testing it.
"The prophecy is right, Your Majesty. You are the reincarnation of Yasuol Ahai!" Old Yimont did not know how Danny felt at this time and was so excited that he cried.
"The Child of Prophecy, the Child of Prophecy …" The Dragon Faction, which had been growing in size over the past few days, cheered loudly.
Among them, the person who cheered the loudest was Sir Alisa. He was so excited that even his bald head was glowing red. He led seven or eight of his followers and raised their hands to cheer.
The savages looked at each other, not knowing whether to cheer or how to cheer. The Dragon Queen made them feel more and more respect, but they did not understand Yasuol's prophecy at all!
The Deer Faction's knights were pale, as if they had lost their faith and ideals in an instant. They were all at a loss.
"Ahem, everyone," Danny gestured with her hands to stop the cheering before saying, "Thank you for your love, but I am really not the Child of Prophecy, and I do not want to be the Child of Prophecy.
Do you remember what I told you when I first came to the Great Wall?
There is no savior in this world. The only thing that can save us is ourselves. Here, at the border of the Seven Kingdoms, every warrior who guards the Great Wall against the deviant ghosts is a hero, a savior. "
The courtyard quieted down again. Some people were deep in thought, while others whispered.
"She really said that?" Sir Floren pulled the blacksmith Tanner and asked softly.
"Yes." The blacksmith looked at the Dragon Queen with admiration and said emotionally, "She told us from the beginning that everyone who contributes their strength is a great hero, Yasuol Yahai."
"Damn it, she didn't want to eat this pot of rice herself, so she flipped the table. Everyone has become a savior, then what value and appeal does the real savior have?! "Sir Floren cursed with a dark face.
No wonder they had been here for a few days, but not many people had taken the initiative to join the great Yasuol Yahai reincarnation.
The Dragon Queen was too bad. Not only did she not want to do the savior business, but she also directly disrupted the market, making everyone who wanted to be a savior unable to do so.
It was terrible.
Hearing this, the blacksmith Tanner was unhappy and lectured him, "She has the Mystic Dragon. She was born on Dragonstone Island in the Land of Smoke and Fire. She can control fire, she can kill deviant ghosts, she can even activate the Light Messenger. Who else fits the identity of the Child of Prophecy better than her?
If there is a savior, it must be her.
It is precisely because she is a savior that she does things that are in line with the identity of a savior — to let everyone understand that there is no savior in this world, and that the only one who can save the Seven Kingdoms is ourselves.
Only a fake savior will constantly emphasize their identity as a savior to others for personal gain. "
Sir Floren was stunned. F * ck you, how can you say that?
"Yes." Sir Mallister nodded in agreement. "The more I look at her, the more I feel that she is a savior. Only a real savior will be modest and not care about false reputation."
Sir Floren could not help but emphasize, "Didn't you hear? She said that she is not a savior! "
"Sigh, this is the demeanor of a Child of Prophecy!" Red Pomegranate looked at the Dragon Queen with a face of reverence and said emotionally, "Actually, this is easy to understand. Why would a real tycoon say 'I am a rich man' when they meet people?"
Sir Floren's old blood was stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or spit it out. It was extremely uncomfortable.
Danny also did not think that her words would have such an effect. To be honest, she really felt that the Child of Prophecy was a trap, and had never thought of fighting for the title of a savior.
At this moment, she saw the old Doctor standing at the window on the third floor of the King's Tower looking down.
She was about to leave the Great Wall, and it was time for the old man to put on the black cloak.
"Galen, Eddie." Danny called out to the two familiar Night Watchmen and pointed at the red-nosed old man, "Go and carry your brother down."
"Brother?" Galen was confused.
"All the Black Cloaks who have taken the Night Watchmen's oath are brothers. Today, he will officially join us."
"Oh."
"Hiss —" On the other side, Stannis's cry of pain caused everyone to cry out in alarm.
After confirming that Danny had given up her identity as a candidate for the Child of Prophecy, Erlu prepared to retrieve his Light Emissary.
But as soon as he grabbed the hilt of the sword, he howled and retracted his right hand. In the short time it took to grab the hilt, the place where his palm touched the hilt was like grilled meat, emitting a charred white smoke and burning his skin.
His hand was burnt.
Everyone was shocked.
This was just residual heat!
Everyone had seen it. The Dragon Queen had directly held the flaming sword, but she didn't feel the slightest bit of discomfort. What did this mean?
Everyone exchanged glances, and their thoughts were self-evident.
While Stannis was looking for a leather glove to wrap the hilt, Melisandre quietly approached Danny and asked in a low voice, "What secret did you find in the red sword?"
Danny raised her eyebrows and said, "I'll tell you the secret of the red sword, and you tell me the relationship between the Light King and the Child of Prophecy, how about it?"
The red-robed woman's fiery red pupils contracted. After a while, she nodded and said, "The Child of Prophecy is the Child of Sacred Flame, the Light King's spokesperson in the human world."
"It has to be a believer of the Light King?"
"This is not a question of necessity. The Battle of the Long Night is essentially a battle between the Light King and EsGod. The sun is the Light King, and the summer is the Light King. The person who is loved by the Light King will represent him to end the Long Night. If such a person is not the Light King, what is he? "
"This …" Danny glanced at Jon, who was talking to Sam, and suddenly realized that Melisandre was not wrong at all.
Even if Jon believed in the old gods now, when he died and was resurrected by Lahlo, he would be the Holy Son of Lahlo.
Just like Caitlyn, she was originally a devout believer of the seven gods, but after being resurrected, she became a living miracle of the Light King. Anyone who saw her after being resurrected would be amazed by the might of the Light King and would not think that she used to believe in the seven gods.
The foreigners and the Chinese had different ways to prove that they were gods.
To the Chinese, one had to live a long time to be considered a god. It was best to have white hair, white beard, and white eyebrows and say, "Five thousand years before the Three Sovereigns." That would make everyone convinced.
The foreigners were different. Those who lived a long time were witches and demons, and had to be burned to death. A real god had to be able to resurrect the dead or be resurrected from the dead.
Wasn't the main miracle of Jesus to prove that he was the Son of God the resurrection?
If Caitlyn could be resurrected, even if she became a crazy ghost, the Brotherhood and Myrthoros would still be in awe of her. They would think that she represented a kind of destiny, the spokesperson of the true gods, the Holy Son.
If Jon was resurrected, he would immediately have 30% of Jesus' life and aura, and everyone would think that he was an extraordinary person. If Jon completed the mission of the Child of Prophecy, the Light King who resurrected him would also be regarded as God.
After getting the answer she wanted, Danny began to tell the secret of the red sword. "There is a set of complicated runes inside the Light Bringer. My wizard power has ignited 60% of the runes, and the remaining 40% can't be activated."
"You mean, it wasn't the strongest state of the Light Bringer before?" The red-robed woman was shocked.
"Maybe. The stronger the sword, the stronger the King of Strange Ghosts. This is not good news. " Danny sighed and continued, "There is a dead and withered soul in the depths of the red sword. I tried to communicate with it, but I didn't get a response."
"Soul … Is it really Nissa Nissa?" The red-robed woman murmured.
"I can't communicate with it. I don't know."
"Do you have any witchcraft or meditation techniques that can be used with the red sword?" Danny asked again.
Just like the Golden Snake Sword and the Golden Snake Secret Manual.
"No."
"Are you sure?" Danny was doubtful. "You saw it too. It requires a lot of energy to activate it. Only by using so much wizard power can the red sword be so strong. Yasuo and Ahai can't be ordinary people, right?"
"The legacy of the Light Bringer has never been broken. If there is a matching witchcraft, there is no way I wouldn't know," the red-robed woman said with certainty.
At this time, the stupid bull Golan came over with the red-nosed old man on his back.
The old doctor was wrapped in a cashmere fur coat that he had bought at King's Landing. His face was pale, and his eyes were dim. It seemed that he had lost a lot of blood.
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