Before the Deviants approached Winterfell last night, Erlu had received the news. He had enough time to adjust himself to his best condition.
Tonight, I will fulfill my destiny. I will end the Deviant Ghost King, end the long night, and bring summer back to the world.
Stannis thought as he looked at himself in the mirror as Melisandre tied the ruby chains around his wrists and neck.
He had reason to be confident, because the red-robed woman saw his end in the fire. He definitely would not die today!
If he did not die, then the one who would die would be the Deviant Ghost King!
"I am with you!" The red-robed woman was like a vine, wrapping around his lean and strong body from behind. Her red lips wandered along his exposed skin.
Her red eyes were shining, and the ruby at her throat shone brightly. He felt heat rising from his wrists and neck.
In the mirror opposite him, the three rubies on the man's neck and wrist shone brightly.
"I am with you. Tonight, glory belongs to us!" Stannis murmured.
These were not empty words.
Her spiritual power and magic power entered his body through the ruby, swimming under his skin, bone marrow, and mind.
In the third dimension, they were still two separate people. In another dimension, their bodies and souls were almost one.
He did not go to the battlefield alone.
Melisandre fulfilled the promise she had made to him on Dragonstone Island many years ago. I am with you. We will meet the final fate together, and fulfill Asha's prophecy together. Lord Savior!
That year, that night, she made him understand his true destiny, and set a new goal for him in life.
To save the world!
It was also that night that they became one.
He was thirty years old, and his daughter was five years old. But it was the first time he experienced the joy of love between a man and a woman.
It was a strange feeling that could not be found in Celis.
He was fascinated by it, but not intoxicated.
He needed her to help him fulfill his responsibility.
He pushed her away, rejecting her eagerness. "I want to be in my best condition to meet the Deviant Ghost King."
Melisandre was like a dead snake, loosening from his body.
"Tonight, you will fulfill the ancient prophecy." She smiled as she put on his armor.
They went to the King's Gate hand in hand.
When Danny Rize faced the dark sky and loudly challenged King Strange Ghost, Stannis was already prepared for battle.
However, King Yi Gui wanted to test the qualifications of the humans, so he pushed the challenge to the next day at noon.
Stannis was a little discouraged.
Then, with the red sword in hand, he went on a killing spree on the western city wall. He killed ten, fifty, a hundred … In the end, he killed two hundred ghouls.
He felt tired.
Jon Snow advised him to go back and rest.
He agreed.
There were still six hours before noon. He returned to the castle and picked up the red-haired priestess … After having a good time, he fell onto the bed and slept soundly.
Including the time he spent fighting with Melisandre, it had been less than two hours. The western city wall had fallen, and he had woken up from his deep sleep.
Seeing that the two Megalosaurus had reclaimed the city wall, he felt relieved and returned to his bed. His eyes were wide open as he stared at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep.
So, he tore open her red robe again …
Half an hour later, just as he lay down and fell into a deep sleep, the fire in the fireplace, the candles on the table, and the torches on the wall all went out.
The sudden extreme cold was like Melisandre's tongue, licking his skin and giving him goosebumps. Then, it entered his body and made his soul tremble.
He suddenly sat up in bed. "It's here."
"Yes, it's here." The red-robed woman changed into another red robe and snapped her fingers. The fireplace, torches, and candles all burst into sparks and burned again.
"Go back to sleep. There's still time before the appointed time," she said gently to him.
"I can't sleep." He decided to get up.
"I'll help you sleep." She leaned over again.
He pushed her away and said with a serious face, "It's here to challenge me. I can't avoid it."
"With Danny Rize here, Winterfell can hold on for another three hours. Let it wait a little longer and it will mess up its emotions. Perhaps that's why it came early, "the red-robed woman said as she hugged him.
"It succeeded. Saving the world is the greatest responsibility in the world. I can't calm down when I think of it just outside the city." Stannis let her put on the armor for him.
But after he was fully dressed, he hesitated for a moment and said to her, "Let's watch the fire one last time and see the result of this battle."
Melisandre paused and asked, "Haven't we seen it before?"
"A new day has begun," he reminded her.
The red-robed woman suddenly remembered that she hadn't made a prophecy for herself today.
Every day, the moment before the sun rose, she would make a prophecy about her life and death.
There had been no exception for hundreds of years.
For Melisandre, a day began before the sun rose, around six or five o'clock in the morning, not twelve.
Twelve o'clock at night was when the Shadow Binders and Blood Shamans were the most active. How could it be counted as the beginning of a day?
She had also made a prophecy yesterday that she wouldn't die until the next morning.
So she was 100% sure that Stannis would fulfill the ancient prophecy: End the Long Night.
Because their fates were connected, they shared life and glory.
If she didn't die, he wouldn't die either.
There was only one reason why she was so sure. Like Door God, Dragon Queen, and Sheep Egg, she had her own talent.
In this era, if one didn't have a powerful talent, they wouldn't be able to call themselves a boss.
Without a doubt, Melisandre was a boss.
Her talent was prophecy. She could foresee all the death threats she would encounter in a day.
She could see the cause and process of her death in the fire and change her fate.
For hundreds of years, she had been a little holy prostitute in the Red God Temple. She was a prostitute trained by the church. She served the elders of the temple. She sold outside the temple to attract customers to make money. Because she was a slave, she didn't have to be paid. Awesome.) How many life and death situations had she gone through to become a demigod whose name shook Asia?
She was able to live until now because of her talent of prophecy that never went wrong.
.....
She thought that the Foreign Ghost King would come at midnight and challenge the Child of Prophecy at midnight.
It postponed the duel to noon the next day. At six o'clock in the morning, she was entangled with Stannis and then fell asleep. For the first time in her life, she forgot the habit that she had persisted for hundreds of years.
"Let's take a look." She took his hand to the fireplace.
With a gentle wave of her hand, the fire burned brighter and a scene appeared in front of them.
Erlu's heart sank.
"If this is fate's arrangement for me, I'm willing to accept it!" After a long while, he said with a hoarse voice.
Melisandre looked at his determined profile for a long time before nodding gently.
.....
Stannis was shocked to see the Ghoul King riding alone to the meeting.
Even though everyone knew that there must be countless ghouls and ghosts on the dark land in the distance, he was still shocked by its courage.
This was a courageous Foreign Ghost King!
When Jaime suggested that everyone rush forward, he was very hesitant.
Perhaps, this was a chance to change fate?
But his heart only wavered for a moment before he became resolute again. This is my responsibility and mission!
The King of the Seven Kingdoms and the Savior was not only an honor, but also a heavy responsibility. He had thought so from the beginning.
After regaining his determination to challenge the Foreign Ghost King, he suddenly felt regretful and wronged. He had always wanted to take on his own responsibilities, but he had never enjoyed the glory of being the King of the Seven Kingdoms and the Savior.
Strangely, when he stepped out of the shield wall, he thought of his brothers, Robert and Renly.
He had also fulfilled all the responsibilities of a subject and younger brother to Robert, but he had not received any honor or reward from him.
Renly … If only he could be like him, loyal to his brother and the king, and be a good younger brother. He swore that he would not be like Robert. He would praise him and give him the honor he deserved.
Unfortunately …
Perhaps, this was his fate (PS).
.....
The sun chased away the darkness and appeared above Winterfell. For the first time, he felt that the Light King was so close to him.
The light and heat flowed through the Radiant Envoy and into his body. He felt as if he was a pig that was about to explode.
That was the divine power that the Light King had given him, but he felt that the Light King had given him too much.
This thought immediately changed after the first clash with the Foreign Ghost King.
The power of ice from the ice sword was too terrifying. Every round would consume a large amount of divine power of light and heat.
He was like a deflated balloon, quickly shriveling up.
Facing the invincible Dragon Queen, Stannis was ashamed to be called the War God. But as a veteran of the battlefield, he had the most basic judgment of the battle: he could not continue like this with the Foreign Ghost King. If he ran out of divine power, he would definitely lose!
Also, after a dozen rounds of high-intensity battle, he began to feel tired. It was like time was slowly but firmly attacking him.
Damn it, he did not rest well last night.
Perhaps, he should not have defended the city walls.
That was not right. If he did not defend the city walls and did not fight the Ghouls and Foreign Ghosts, how could he increase the experience of fighting Foreign Ghosts?
Perhaps, he should not have fought with Melisandre … No, he should not have fought with her again and again.
He regretted it.
It was the Foreign Ghost King's scheme!
He had calculated the time. After doing it with Melisandre, he had a full six hours to rest. But the western city wall had been breached, and the Foreign Ghost King had come early. This …
Benjen Stark!
Melisandre was right. It did not let him rest well and deliberately disturbed his state of mind.
The mouth behind the helmet began to grind its teeth.
Benjen Stark was born in a noble family and had received complete and professional military training. He had also been the chief ranger for ten years and had honed the cunning habits of a wolf.
Damn it!
I underestimated it.
Stannis began to change his tactics. He intended to use his superior swordsmanship and the advantage of his impenetrable armor to exchange blows with the Foreign Ghost King.
After a round, when the people of Winterfell were cheering for the Foreign Ghost King's injury, Stannis discovered another terrifying fact: the ice sword had left a scratch on the Tile Steel Armor.
This was nothing.
The myth of the Tile Steel Armor being indestructible had been broken by Lahlo's doppelganger at Eastwatch.
At that time, the monster with the head of a bull and the body of a snake had used its tiger claws to leave deep scratches on Danny Rize's armor and the Unsullied's Tile Steel Shield.
After that, he had seen her use a hammer to repair the armor and shield in the Winterfell blacksmith's shop.
In Danny Rize's words, the people of Valleglia had injected high level earth fire magic into the steel. In essence, the Tile Steel was just steel with magic.
Magic was incomprehensible to normal people, but extraordinary people were in control of extraordinary power, and the gods were the most powerful extraordinary people.
Obviously, the magic of the Tile Steel Armor would be much less effective against the gods.
With this mental preparation, Stannis was not worried about the sword marks on the armor.
Just like how an iron sword would leave a sword mark on a steel armor, few knights were worried about their armor being cut by the enemy during battle.
By the time the enemy cut through his armor, he would have killed him countless times, or been killed countless times.
But the King of Strange Ghosts' ice sword not only cut through the Tile Steel Armor, but he also felt that the area frozen by the ice seemed to have lost some magic.
This was not an illusion!
The Tile Steel Armor was not only strong, but also had the "magic immunity" effect to reduce magic damage and was even immune to evil spells.
Fighting with the King of Strange Ghosts was not simple. Other than the soul attack caused by the collision of weapons, there was also the cold and dark power around it.
It was like fighting with a pile of shit, you would definitely be stung by the shit. Fighting with the King of Strange Ghosts, who represented cold, dark, and death, you would be attacked by the evil power at all times.
The Lightbringer in Stannis's hand was also emitting light and heat that hurt the King of Strange Ghosts.
He himself could not withstand the active and passive evil power from the King of Strange Ghosts. The Tile Steel Armor filtered out some of it, and the rest was absorbed by Melisandre's soul power. Then the Light King's divine power helped to repair the parts that were attacked by the evil power.
After taking a hit from the King of Strange Ghosts on the left side of his waist, Stannis keenly felt that the armor on the left side of his waist had completely lost its defense against the evil power.
It was like a rainy day. You were walking in the rain with an umbrella. Suddenly, there was a hole in the umbrella and the rainwater leaked out.
Stannis did not know what happened to the armor, but he understood his current situation.
He used different parts of the armor to block the King of Strange Ghosts' attacks, and at the same time used his Lightbringer to deal the most damage to the enemy.
There were more and more people cheering for him on the city walls, and the cheers became louder and louder.
They called him the God of War, the Savior, the King.
He finally received everyone's recognition.
It felt wonderful, and he hoped that this moment would last forever.
— — Maybe, before the armor completely breaks, I can get rid of the King of Strange Ghosts. After all, I have cut it so many times.
He thought excitedly.
Then, he saw the first expression on his opponent's face.
The King of Strange Ghosts' pale face that was covered with strange swirls showed a mocking smile.
It was very faint, very light, but it was shocking.
The King of Strange Ghosts was mocking him?
"Fool!" His voice came with the wind, and then — — "Ka, Ka, Ka!"
The King of Strange Ghosts' ice sword was a one-handed sword, and the Lightbringer was a two-handed sword.
The moment Stannis swung his sword to block, the King of Strange Ghosts did something that was almost impossible in a battle between knights: a palm hit his chest.
This was not a wuxia drama, and there was no such thing as palm power.
Unless there was a special situation where he could push the opponent down with a palm, reaching out his hand was a huge flaw, and there was the danger of losing his arm.
The King of Strange Ghosts' thin, wrinkled, and pale left hand pressed against Stannis' chest, and the Tile Armor that once belonged to Aegon immediately froze with a layer of light blue ice, and then cracked and exploded into countless pieces.
The strong sense of danger was like hearing a group of women's voices outside the door when he was squatting in a public toilet. It fell on him so suddenly, so clearly, and made his body tremble and his scalp tingle.
The ice spread over his body like a spider's web, freezing him into an ice sculpture.
— — I'm going to die!
He had an epiphany.
— — I'm not afraid of death, I fulfilled my duty as the King of the Seven Kingdoms and the Savior … Although I didn't succeed.
No, I can still think now, I still have help, it can't end like this, I can't give up, give up the last chance to drag it to hell with me!
Just like what he saw in the fireplace …
He had an epiphany.
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