"Let me be the King of Ashes in King's Landing, let me be the King of Ashes."
These were the famous words of the Mad King Eris, and also his dream.
Because of Jaime's stab in the back, his dream turned into his will.
He thought that the Mad King's will would be forever buried in the dust of history and the ridicule of future generations. He didn't expect that in just 20 years, someone would turn his dream into reality.
This was a day that the people of King's Landing and the people of the Seven Kingdoms would remember forever.
After a day of fierce fighting, it was four o 'clock in the afternoon.
It was like a volcanic eruption.
Some of the survivors of King's Landing even swore that the Valleglia Cataclysm was nothing more than this.
The explosion first occurred at Reynice's Hill, starting from the Silk Street's technical complex. Green pillars of fire and sparks rose into the sky one after another. Eventually, half of King's Landing was covered in wildfire.
Shops, stables, technical complexes, plazas, street crossings, city gates, and so on were all covered in wildfire.
The highest point of the explosion came from the Red Castle. The crust that supported the Red Castle was like the lid of a can. More than half of it was lifted, leaving a huge hole in the ground.
Because Aegon's Hill was higher above sea level, from afar, it looked like there was a divine torch near the bay of King's Landing. The torch burned with green flames that were a hundred meters tall.
It was the largest wildfire that humans had ever seen.
No living person under the shadow of the flames felt warm or scorching. They broke out in cold sweat in fear and confusion. An inexplicable chill was like a living nematode, seeping into their bones from the bottom of their hearts and freezing their souls.
"Seven levels of hell. What happened? Why is it like this?!" Outside the city gate, Jon's legs went soft, and he knelt on the ground.
He looked at the fire in the direction of the Red Castle in fear and helplessness, as if all the strength in his body had been sucked away.
"No ~ ~ ~"
A howl that sounded like the cry of an old ape came from afar.
It was Erlu.
Like Jon, he also seemed to have lost all his strength. He sat on the ground in despair, looking in the direction of the Red Castle and wailing.
"You Lun are too ruthless. You destroyed it when you couldn't get it. Now that everyone's gone their separate ways, there's no Iron Throne left. "Big Jon murmured in shock.
"Quick, let's go to Dragonstone Island and invite the Dragon Queen!" A knight yelled at the top of his lungs.
Big Jon turned around and found that the one who shouted was the Redheart Knight beside Stannis.
He recognized him, the pockmarked Knight Richard. That day in the Divine Forest of Snakewood City in the valley, the two of them had fought over King Aegon.
"That's right! Send a message to Dragonstone Island and ask the Dragon Queen to save the citizens of King's Landing!" another Crimson Heart Knight shouted.
It was the short and stout Knight Song Ge.
"Are those two guys scared out of their wits?" Big Jon was confused.
He led the Northern Territory Cavalry and was stationed in the valley. He did not participate in the Battle of Winterfell, so he did not know much about the legendary experiences of the two Knights of Red Heart.
Well, Richard and Song Ge were almost taboo in the Erlu camp. No one dared to talk about them.
At this moment, Jon recovered from his shock. He stood up and said anxiously, "The Dragon Queen is proficient in fire control, let her —"
Before he could finish, he saw Melisandre's red hair fluttering in the wind. Her eyes were glowing red, and she was mumbling something as she rode past him on her horse.
Every flame within 500 meters of her, be it candles, bonfires, torches, or lanterns, seemed to be covered by a layer of shadow that was as thick as sand. The flames were extinguished one by one.
As she entered King's Landing, the burning wildfires and the people and houses that were set ablaze by the wildfires were quickly extinguished as if they were covered by sand.
It was as if a self-moving EMP electromagnetic pulse emitter had appeared in a brightly lit modern metropolis.
The power was not high, only half a kilometer away. Everywhere it went, the lights were extinguished, and a large circular scar appeared in the city.
"This is … a Domain! The Shadow Domain and the Fire Domain are stacked together. The Fire Domain absorbs the fire element, while the Shadow Domain lowers the temperature. This is terrifying. "
The others did not know what was going on. They only felt that the red-robed witch's magic was powerful. Now that Jon was no longer a novice, he was truly shocked and in awe.
Like Melisandre, he was also a Shadow Binder who practiced both Fire and Shadow.
She was his senior, and the goal that he worked hard for.
"There's no need to look for the Dragon Queen." He shook his head and smiled bitterly at the Northerner beside him. "But we still have to inform her."
"You Lun ~ ~ ~ ~" Erlu suddenly shouted from afar. His face was twisted as he boarded the two-headed demon dragon.
The demon dragon flapped its tattered wings and flew unsteadily towards the west.
Jon's expression changed. He quickly ran to Davos and said anxiously, "Count, please stop His Majesty Stannis.
I suspect that You Lun guessed that we would be angered, and that there would be dragon knights chasing after them. So, he might have set another trap. "
"We've already suffered a few losses from him today."
"Duke, you're right!" Davos's expression changed. He immediately rode his pterosaur and chased after Stannis.
Before leaving, the Onion Knight said with an unnatural expression, "Duke Stark, please inform the church to let the monks come out and help the people. Let the church knights help with the disaster."
Without needing anyone to remind him, when Jon arrived at the Wisania Hills, the seven Holy Light Towers lit up the surrounding one kilometer as if it was daytime. The white-robed monks (priests who knew Holy Healing) were all mobilized. There were four to five hundred of them.
The square in front of the Holy Church was filled with people and nobles who were burned, smashed, and injured by the shockwaves of the explosion.
The nobles were carried into the Holy Church by servants, while the commoners were left on stretchers in the square. Holy white light shone in the hands of the priests, stopping the bleeding and healing the injured.
The hateful gazes of the people around King's Landing embarrassed Jon. He carefully avoided the injured and found the one-armed hero Lansel under the statue of Saint Bailey. He asked, "Bishop, have you informed Dragonstone Island?"
"The queen has gone to rescue the Western Region," Lansel said gloomily.
"What happened to the Western Region?" Jon was surprised.
The one-armed hero looked at him with a complicated expression. "The Lannister family of Casterly Rock City has been exterminated. Does Duke Stark know?"
The other party's stare made him feel uncomfortable all over, and the content of the other party's words shocked him even more.
"What do you mean by exterminated?"
As soon as he said this, he had a terrible premonition. This matter was probably related to Stark.
"On the day the Freys of Rapidflow City arrived at Casterly Rock City, the Lannister family held a banquet for them. In the end, 874 people died from poisoned wine, including Walder Frey and his sons."
Arya!
In an instant, Jon thought of the culprit.
"This is the first time I've heard of this." Jon showed a shocked and sympathetic expression.
Lansel's expression was indifferent as she continued, "Later, we discovered that there were deviant ghosts watching Casterly Rock City. When they noticed the large-scale deaths in the city, they immediately resurrected more than a thousand dead people.
Within two hours, the ghouls blew up Casterly Rock City from the inside, followed by Lannister Harbor. Hundreds of thousands of ghouls spread in all directions.
So far, the Western Region's death toll has exceeded 1.5 million.
Counting the ghouls that crawled out of the graves, the Dragon Queen estimates that the ghoul army is more than 300.
Right now, she's chasing after the huge army of ghouls. "
"Gods!" This time, Jon was truly shocked. He lost his composure and cried out.
"Are you sure 1.5 million died?" The voice in his throat sounded like it came from the mouth of a dead person, stiff and erratic.
"Before the War of the Four Kings, the Western Region had a population of nearly two million. Now, less than ten percent are left." Lansel said sadly.
"This …" Jon's heart was filled with bitterness. He felt that any words of comfort were meaningless.
Lansel glanced at the wounded around her and said, "The Church will definitely do its best to save the King's Landing. Right now, the archbishops are praying to the Holy Mother in the Holy Church, asking for God's Landing. "
After saying this, he took his leave and went to the side to treat the wounded.
Well, he was also a priest.
Jon stood beside the statue of Saint Basil in a daze. The water in his body seemed to have frozen into ice. He didn't even care about the One-Armed Hero's Landing. His mind was filled with only one thought: Arya, what have you done?!
Suddenly, a cold mist surged in from all directions. The sunlight from the Tower of Light became hazy.
"Awooo …" The direwolf beside him stood on end. It adopted a vigilant posture and whimpered softly.
Jon felt a tingling in his soul. He suddenly woke up from his deep pain and frustration.
The next moment, in the dark city where the fire had been extinguished, screams of the living rang out. "Ahhh! The living dead! The corpses are moving!"
A chill ran down Jon's spine. Lancel's words were like a hammer, hammering into his heart. So there were otherworldly ghosts keeping an eye on Casterly Rock, and when they sensed a large number of deaths in the city, they immediately resurrected the dead.
So deviant ghosts were smart. They were also watching King's Landing. When they sensed a large number of deaths in the city, they immediately resurrected … Oh gods, there are still three pterosaur corpses in the city!
Jon ran to the edge of the square in fear. He looked at the Street of Sister Silence where the pterosaur had fallen.
The more you worried about something, the easier it was for it to become reality.
Three pairs of flickering blue eyes slowly rose into the night sky, like six sky lanterns.
"Oh gods, Bran, Bran!" Jon's consciousness left his body. It rose infinitely and entered a strange state.
"Bran, come here quickly. Three Ghoul Corpse Pterosaurs have appeared in King's Landing! Mark them, lock them, don't let them leave your sight. "His consciousness sent out such mental waves in the mysterious space.
"I'm busy." Bran's tired voice rang in his ears.
The next moment, Jon's consciousness returned to his body.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh — Boom boom!"
Before he could react to Bran's "busy", he saw a series of meteor-like fireballs rise from the dark land. The fireballs whistled in the air as they flew.
It was Melisandre! She had made her move.
In the face of the incoming fireballs, the two Ghoul Corpse Pterosaurs below closed in on each other and blocked the one at the top.
Although they were hit head-on and ignited into two gigantic fireballs, the pterosaurs above them pulled their bodies higher and higher.
The last two balls of blue light were about to disappear into the night sky.
"Caw caw caw caw ~ ~ ~" As the crows cawed, the chanting in the Holy Church became louder. A golden line of fire rushed out from the dome and into the darkness.
It flew in a strange trajectory. No one knew what the line of fire did, but a fireball suddenly lit up in the sky.
The last Ghoul Corpse Pterosaur failed to escape.
"Buzz ~ ~ ~" Finally, the line of fire flew to the center of King's Landing. It drew a circle and lit up a huge sun in the circle.
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