The Little Gold Clone was too small and useless to Danny, so it was left in the faith space for Matthew to borrow.
At present, only Matthew's line of faith was connected to the "subconsciousness of Westeros," and he was the only one who could extract the thoughts of all living beings from the subconsciousness to cultivate the Little Gold Clone.
When You Lun was converted, the Little Gold Clone that appeared in everyone's spiritual perspective was a "blown-up version" of the Little Gold Clone.
It looked big, but it was actually very illusory and fragile. The reason why the Storm God could annihilate the will of You Lun was mainly because of Saint Danny, who also descended on the scene.
Well, it was also the first time that Danny's will descended on a believer.
To put it bluntly, the Little Gold Clone was just a gimmick. The real fight was between Danny, who used 70% of her strength, and the Storm God, who used an unknown amount of strength.
In the end, the thought of the Storm God was engraved with a spirit and disappeared.
After that, Danny found that the Little Gold Clone had doubled in height from a small glass marble to a big glass marble.
When the Little Gold Clone was borrowed by Matthew, he would automatically absorb the thoughts of all living beings from the subconsciousness of the continent to fill the Little Gold Clone.
When converting Erlu, the Little Gold Clone that acted as Matthew's Golden Bell Shield was strengthened at an even faster speed. In the beginning, its defensive power was only equivalent to a thick unlined garment. In the evening, it became a thick quilt. The next day, it became a leather jacket. On the third day, it was as strong as a leather armor.
Danny was pleasantly surprised, but Melisandre was not calm.
She could see that the Saint Mary's Golden Clone on Matthew was a belief clone of Dragon Queen, and that clone was growing rapidly as Saint Matthew converted them.
Although Aunt May did not understand the reason, she guessed that she and Erlu had become the whetstones for the belief clone and Matthew himself.
Matthew's sacrifice was not only a beautiful world, but also a kind of self-cultivation.
Aunt May's and Erlu's "Dao hearts" were indeed flawed. After the Battle of Winterfell, especially after the sacrifice of Shireen, they were not in the right state of mind. If the stalemate continued, Matthew would become sharper and smoother, while their own psychological flaws would become bigger.
If Matthew, Erlu, and Melisandre were locked in the same cell, Erlu would most likely collapse in all aspects after a year and a half. His faith, outlook on life, worldview, and beliefs would all collapse.
Even if Aunt May could persevere, her worldview would change.
Therefore, the way the two of them decisively ran away … Perhaps they had really missed the opportunity to "repent and be saved"?
Well, they would rather die than turn back.
.....
The sun above Blackwater Bay shone brightly for five days and five nights. Dragon Queen's Royal Fleet sent out galleons more than a thousand times, transporting a total of 200,000 old, young, and women to Tidehead Island.
Saint Matthew led about 250,000 refugees and poor people who could travel long distances south to Storm's End Fortress.
At this point, the King's Landing Migration Plan was declared complete. Danny had fulfilled her obligations and done everything she could.
On the night of Saint Matthew's departure, the light of the Seven Holy Towers of Holy Light of the Holy Cathedral was extinguished.
In the training field south of the Great Cathedral of Baylor.
Ninety-nine percent of the coffins that used to occupy the space were gone, and the rest were placed in the warehouse in the backyard.
The training field paved with bluestone floors was empty, and only the angry howling of the north wind could be heard here alone.
"Hiss ~ ~ ~ ~" A huge black shadow flew over from the east and let out a low cry before slowly descending.
When the pterosaur steadied itself on the ground, a one-armed monk holding an oil lamp was already standing in the corridor next to the training field.
"I didn't expect you to really come." Looking at the short man who slid down from the pterosaur's back, the one-armed hero Lansel had a complicated expression.
"Even though I've become more handsome, taller, and have the title of Targaryen's super illegitimate son, I'm still Tyrion, your cousin, Uncle Kevon's nephew, and Papa Tywin's good son." Tyrion took off his windproof helmet and giggled.
"Bastard, you still have the face to call me 'Papa' and 'Uncle'!"
Tyrion was grinning as he made his way up the stone steps, his helmet tucked under his armpit, when a tall figure darted out from behind the pillars of the cloister, snarled, drew his sword, and came striding toward him.
The dwarf was only shocked for a moment before he guessed the person's identity from the familiar figure and voice.
He chuckled and did not dodge. With a clang, he threw his helmet away and grabbed the handle of the axe on his back with one hand. He shouted, "Almighty Dragon of Heaven!"
Hum ~ The next moment, a golden rune lit up between his eyebrows. His body expanded like a balloon, from 1.4 meters to 1.6 meters in an instant.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Two cold glints met in midair.
Clang ~ Yellow sparks flew when the axe and sword collided.
Then, the person opposite him grunted and his sword flew out of his hand. It flew back four to five meters and embedded itself two inches into the pillar with a thud.
"Hahaha, Jaime, you've been defeated by me." The dwarf laughed excitedly.
The sword handle was still vibrating in the air when the man who had lost his sword quickly lowered his body and took a step forward diagonally. With a sweep of his leg, the laughing giant immediately lost his balance and fell forward.
"Boom!" With great difficulty, the dwarf used his axe to support himself on the ground and stabilized his body.
But the next moment, he felt a strong force coming from behind him. With a thud, he fell to the ground.
It was Jaime who had nimbly circled behind the dwarf and kicked him in the back.
After kicking the dwarf to the ground, Jaime stepped forward and sat behind him. The dagger in his left hand was pressed against the dwarf's neck. He sneered, "You want to defeat me? Dream on! So what if you have boundless strength? Your martial arts are too lousy. "
"Sigh, I was too reckless. Other than strength, swordsmanship and agility also determine the outcome of a duel." Tyrion sighed. The golden rune between his eyebrows dimmed and his body shrunk like a pig with a hole.
"But I haven't lost." He struggled to turn his body. He was still lying on the ground, but he was facing Jaime.
Jaime sat on his lower abdomen and did not put away the dagger in his hand.
"You haven't lost? Try it. "The cold blade caused goosebumps to appear on his skin.
"My life-saving spell is a bit disgusting. I was afraid of scaring you." The dwarf smiled bitterly.
"You have already scared me." Jaime looked at the dwarf's face in bewilderment. "Could it be that you were really cursed by the forest witches when you were young?"
"How about it? Handsome enough, right?" The dwarf winked.
Jaime sneered and slid the dagger from his neck to his cheek. "Maybe I should peel off your skin and see if there is another deformed ugly face underneath. Or, I can pull out your heart and see if it is also cursed. "
"I killed my father, but Uncle Kevon's death really has nothing to do with me." The dwarf sighed.
"If it wasn't you, then who was it?" Lansel walked down the steps and looked at him suspiciously.
Seeing Jaime's expression that said he was lying, Tyrion said angrily, "Are you two idiots? In that situation, who would benefit the most from Uncle Kevon's death? "
"When the lion is unlucky, Targaryen is happy, and you are Targaryen wearing the lion's skin." Jaime said with a gloomy expression.
"You would rather believe that I am a demon than that she is a beast?"
"You are a beast. You could even kill your father, let alone your uncle," Jaime said coldly.
"I can pull the trigger only because our father is also a beast. He did those beastly things to me. Isn't it natural to kill him?
But what did Uncle Kevon do to me?
If Targaryen really wanted the lion to be unlucky, he didn't need to plot an assassination. Wouldn't it be better to just ride a dragon and breathe fire? "
As Tyrion spoke, he reached out and pushed Jaime's chest.
He did not push.
"What are you riding me for? Although I've become more handsome, I don't look like our whore sister at all! "The dwarf said with his hip out.
Jaime sat down a few times and patted the dwarf's handsome face with the dagger in his hand. "Be honest. If you don't make things clear today, don't think you can leave in one piece."
"Oh, you really think you have me, Tessa!"
"Hiss …" The pterosaur, who had been crouching on the side like a statue, flicked her tail lightly and sent Jaime tumbling a few times.
It was as easy as a broom sweeping goose feathers.
"Baby, be good!" The dwarf got up and smiled as he patted the pterosaur's tail that was half the height of a man.
"You told him to ambush me?" He turned to Lansel, who was holding a lamp.
"Jaime can find me, but I can't find him," the one-armed hero said.
"Where have you been recently? The Other Ghosts are going south. Why haven't you returned to Casterly Rock to take charge of the defense? "
As soon as he asked, the dwarf waved his hand and mocked himself, "I'm so stupid. Who else could you be staying in King's Landing for?"
Jaime fell a little hard. After taking a few breaths, he used his hands to support himself and slowly got up.
"Cersei would never murder her own uncle!" He growled.
"How long has it been since you last saw her? Half a year, a year, a year and a half. It's almost two years, right? " Tyrion looked at his brother's crotch with pity. "You haven't used that thing of yours during this time?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jaime's eyes flashed with embarrassment.
"Your dick is almost rusty, but she has already played herself to the point of breaking —"
"Bastard!" Jaime's eyes were bloodshot. He roared and pounced on the dwarf again.
This time, the dwarf did not fantasize about using force to defeat his brother. He took a step back and waved his right hand in Lancel's direction.
* Boom! * The flame of the oil lamp stretched out three feet and was as thick as an arm, blocking Jaime's path.
"Calm down. I haven't seen you for a few years. How did you become so irritable? Are you holding back? "the dwarf shouted.
"This is magic." Jaime's anger did not disappear, but he calmed down. "You've become a fire wizard? As expected of the noble blood of the true dragon. "
"You don't say. The blood of the true dragon is superior to that of the lion." The dwarf retorted.
"I don't want to quarrel with you. Don't think I'm in the wrong. Let me tell you, I don't feel guilty when facing you.
You killed my father, and I killed yours. We both have our reasons. You and I are brothers. We should call it even. "
Lancel's mouth twitched.
Jaime's cheek twitched a few times. "You said the Mad King deserved to die. I killed him well."
"I did." The dwarf nodded. "But you also taught me that if anyone dares to touch my woman, I'll take his life.
You know better than I do how my father treated Tessa. How could I bear it when you told me the secret at that time? What's more, I found Snow in his bed. "
"When did I teach you that?" Jaime said.
"You've been teaching me with your actions. If someone did that to Cersei, how would you react? "
Jaime was silent.
After a while, he said, "You're right. I can't tolerate you insulting her."
"Insulting? Are you crazy? I said she was a slut. Isn't that the truth? " The dwarf pointed at Lancel. "Ask our bishop cousin how many men the sinner Cersei has."
Lancel regretted not leaving earlier.
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