Among the corpses in gray and black linen, the Flaming Red Heart Cloak on Clutton Songe's body was especially eye-catching. Danny found it among the hundreds of stretchers at a glance.
"Stannis didn't even take care of his subordinate's body?" She frowned.
"He left in a hurry, but he didn't forget Sir Songe. Before he left, he asked me to help burn the body." At this point, Jon looked at Danny with a strange expression.
"You forgot that Sir Songe went to heaven. Or did you forget to summon Stranger to receive his soul? "he asked.
Danny was startled for a moment before she realized that when Sir Clutton Songe was willing to die with the King of Strange Ghosts, he had asked her for an atonement scroll.
At that time, she didn't have one on her. So, she entered the Stranger state and split a part of her consciousness to wait for his soul to appear in the World of Death.
The result was very bad. There was a large space in the stone tower room. Song Ge, Richard and the King of Strange Ghosts didn't die. Then the forbidden spell appeared and the Dragon Queen dealt with the Frost God with all her strength …
Danny was embarrassed.
Jon had been paying attention to her expression and immediately understood that Sir Clutton Songe had died for nothing.
"This is really …" He looked back at the stretcher covered with the Flaming Red Heart Cloak, his eyes full of pity and sympathy. "Stannis and the red-robed woman refused to hold a funeral for him because he was going to heaven. When his soul really goes to Lahlo, I'm afraid …"
Danny was full of guilt. She should have …
She decided that no matter where she went, she would carry a few atonement scrolls with her like a golden dragon.
"Don't worry, he won't go to Lahlo's hell," the big crow on top of the stable's wooden door said calmly.
Danny looked at the crow expectantly. "Did you interfere?"
"I didn't know about this at all. And I was busy suppressing the Frost God's will. How could I have time?" The big crow shook its head and reminded her. "Sir Songe doesn't believe in Lahlo."
"He's the Flaming Red Heart Knight, how could —" Danny's words stopped abruptly.
She suddenly understood what Bran meant.
Back then, when Song Ge saw that the Child of Prophecy and Aunt May had died in battle and that the First Divine King had been defeated (Lahlo had fled and the sun had been covered by darkness), he felt that the King of Light was unreliable and believed that the local Holy Mother of the Seven Kingdoms was more real and stronger.
What did this mean?
That guy no longer had any faith in Lahlo.
"It really is …" Danny walked over to Song Ge's corpse with a strange expression. She pressed her hand on his chest and entered Stranger mode.
The colors disappeared, and the gray Winterfell was as quiet as a ghost town. A figure walked around the Winterfell gate like a demented old man.
"Fight Deviant Ghosts, go to Heaven, fight Deviant Ghosts, go to Heaven …" The undead's eyes were dull, and he kept muttering the same sentence.
A short and stocky figure, a bald head, and a blazing red heart cape … It was Sir Clutton Songe.
As Bran expected, he lost his faith in Lahlo, but his devotion to the Seven Gods was not enough to go to heaven, so he could only dissipate between heaven and earth.
However, Sir Songe died with a deep obsession.
If the obsession could not be fulfilled, it would turn into resentment, and resentment was the nourishment of the Vengeful Spirit.
If Danny left him alone, Winterfell would be haunted in a few years.
Of course, being an Undead in Winterfell was very dangerous. It was not the people who were in danger, but the Undead was in danger.
Jon, Bran, Arya, and Sansa could all take care of him.
"What is she doing? She has been pressing her hand on the corpse for almost half an hour. " Yergerit stomped her feet and complained, "It's so cold, let's finish cremating the corpse and go back to sleep. I didn't have a good rest last night."
The big crow's red eyes stared at Song Ge's corpse without moving or speaking.
Jon looked around. The people carrying the corpse were all squeezed in the training ground behind the city gate. Their faces were red from the cold, and they looked impatient.
"Carry the corpse out and pile it on the crematorium. When the Megalosaurus —"
"Weng …" Before Jon could finish his sentence, a golden light broke through the dark night and descended from the sky. Within the holy light, there were specks of fog. A Golden Armor General slowly descended from the light …
Everyone widened their eyes. The Golden Armor General's face and attire were too familiar. They could not help but exclaim, "Sir Richard, it's Sir Richard. He, he has descended from heaven!"
"Swoosh!" The holy golden light descended from the sky onto Sir Songe's corpse. The moment the Golden Armor General touched the corpse, the golden light was injected into it.
"Ah!" Under everyone's shocked but reasonable gazes, Sir Songe on the stretcher moved a few times and groaned as he slowly woke up.
"Is this heaven? It's so beautiful. "Song Ge looked at the dazzling ice crystal dome and was mesmerized.
"Ah …" He could not help but scream. Suddenly, a big hairy face leaned over. The face was too close and the face was too ugly. It woke him up from his fantasy of heaven.
Tormond touched Song Ge's face that was gradually warming up. "You're really alive? How magical! "
"Knight of Hearts, this is Winterfell. Didn't you go to heaven?" the savage asked curiously.
"Winterfell?" Song Ge looked around and asked curiously, "I'm not dead?"
Suddenly, his face was filled with fear. "Ah, ah, I'm dead. I died a terrible death. I froze to death in the ice. I went to a terrifying world. It's not heaven. It's Lahlo's hell. Why didn't I go to heaven? Your Majesty, you — "
Danny quickly interrupted his "nonsense" and said sternly, "After you died, you went to the Stranger's Kingdom of the Dead. It's not Lahlo's hell. As for why you didn't go to heaven … "
"Sigh, I haven't achieved my goal. How can I be happy?"
"What do you mean?" Sir Song Ge was confused.
"The King of the Deviant Ghosts is not dead. Your mission is not complete …"
Then, the Dragon Queen explained the second half of the Battle of Winterfell to Song Ge with a serious expression. She also let Song Ge understand the current situation.
Finally, she comforted him. "Although you didn't go to heaven, you received a Silver Sacred Garment from the Seven Gods, just like Sir Richard."
Song Ge felt better, but he still muttered, "The Silver Sacred Garment sounds inferior to the Gold Sacred Garment …"
Pope Danny said sternly, "The power of the Sacred Garment comes from the faith of the Seven Gods. As long as you're devout enough, it's normal for the Bronze Sacred Garment to defeat the Gold Sacred Garment. Moreover, yours is Silver."
There were only 12 Gold Sacred Garments. Of course, they could not be given out randomly.
Besides, she was right. Other than the difference in color, Song Ge's Silver Sacred Garment was not inferior to Richard's Gold Sacred Garment.
Tormond rubbed his hands and smiled obsequiously. "Your Majesty, can you give me a Sacred Garment? I've also fought Deviant Ghosts. During the Battle of Winterfell two days ago, I killed 146 Ghouls. That's half a Deviant Ghost! "
"I'll send you to heaven. Will you come?" Danny laughed.
"If I can return from heaven, I'm willing to give you a Sacred Garment!" Tormond patted his chest and said righteously.
"You don't believe in the Seven Gods. Without the Divine Power of the Seven Gods, you can't activate the Sacred Garment." Danny shook her head.
Tormond looked conflicted. It seemed that he did not see any benefits from believing in the Old Gods. As for the Seven Gods …
"Your Majesty, can you revive my brother? He's only 15 years old!" A young savage in his early twenties came before the Dragon Queen and knelt down to beg.
"Your Majesty, please have mercy on my two children. They're only three years old at most. They can't live without a father!" A Northern woman sobbed.
"Your Majesty, my mother …"
In a short while, 30 to 40 Northerners knelt in front of Danny and begged for the revival of their loved ones.
"They've gone to heaven, or the heaven of the Seven Gods, or the heaven of the Old Gods. That's the best place for them.
Isn't it good to let them enjoy the sun and wine in heaven? What can they do after revival? What's the point of living? What's the point of dying? "Danny advised loudly.
Besides the huge consumption of energy during the revival, the flaws of the revival were apparent in the pockmarked knights.
She could still control a small number of revivals. If there were too many "flawed" revivals and they formed a humanoid race with Yin and Yang Spirituality, the situation would be unsalvageable.
After Danny consoled them and offered to be the priest of the cremation ceremony, the Northerners who missed their loved ones were persuaded to return.
.....
At night, after the cremation ceremony ended, the Dragon Queen rode the Black Dragon and left Winterfell for the North.
In the bedroom of Miss Stark in the Winterfell Main Castle.
"Jenny, don't. Close the door, close the door. I'm sorry, Jenny …" Sansa gripped the quilt tightly like a person who was grabbing onto the last vine before falling off a cliff.
Theon squatted by the bed and used a wet towel to wipe the sweat off Sansa's face and forehead.
"Has she always been like this?" Arya stood at the end of the bed and frowned.
"She was fine before, but after she saw Jenny's body, she kept having nightmares." Theon sighed softly.
"What happened then?" Jon asked.
"Sansa was terrified. When the white frost fell, I carried her and ran. She screamed and screamed as she closed the door. Then, when we entered the tomb, the guards locked the door. Jenny was left behind …"
Theon's expression was gloomy. His face was filled with sorrow and self-blame. "When we recovered from the shock, we found Jenny blocked outside the door. Her cries and cries seemed to come from another world …"
"She always did things that she regretted. But what's the use of regretting?" Bran said coldly.
In this bedroom, other than the dead Robb and Ricken of the Valley, the rest of the Stark siblings were present.
Yes, Theon was Eide's adopted son. He could be considered their sworn brother.
If Eide was still alive, he would definitely be happy to see this "warm" family reunion in the room.
"Bran …" Sansa suddenly opened her eyes. Her beautiful eyes were filled with fear as they locked onto the big crow on the railing at the end of the bed. "You're finally willing to see me."
"I really don't want to see you." Bran said flatly.
"You hate me?" Sansa waved away Theon's towel and struggled to sit up. She stared into the crow's eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why do you hate me?"
Theon looked back and forth between Sansa and the big crow. He wanted to say something but stopped.
Arya's expression was blank.
Jon quickly came out to smooth things over. He said gently, "Sansa, you're overthinking. Bran didn't mean anything else. He —"
"Jon, shut up. I want Bran to say it himself." Sansa suppressed her anger and said in a low voice.
Bran was silent for a moment. He said helplessly, "You're my sister. I love you just like I love Arya and Jon. But you've done, are doing, and are about to do too many stupid things. I have reason to dislike you. "
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