Big suns stretched across the sky.
In an instant, the King's Landing was as bright as day.
Standing at the edge of the lectern in the Great Cathedral and looking towards the north, one could see the ruins of the city, the wailing living people, and the cold-blooded ghouls chasing after the living.
Everything was visible.
"Chi chi chi ~ ~ ~ ~"
Under the sunlight, the Living Dead's pale skin emitted a cold white mist, as if a red hot iron was pressed on pork belly.
The white mist rose and immediately dissipated under the bright, almost scorching sunlight.
The world was clear, and the cold mist was not allowed to exist.
At least, the cold mist emitted by the ghouls could not block the sunlight of such a scale.
The ghouls' agile movements became stiff and slow, and they even reached out their hands to block the light that shone on the indifferent face.
They gave up on the massacre of the living people in the King's Landing and began to retreat weakly, running away from the sun.
The monks in the Sacred Hall were still chanting scriptures, but they switched from the Holy Mother Scripture to the Light Maiden Scripture. Outside the Sacred Hall, a white-robed priest broke the silence and shouted excitedly, "The night is long and full of danger. Fortunately, there is a young girl who is with me. Long live the Maiden of Light! "
After the long night, the "night is long" was no longer Lahlo's exclusive sacrifice.
"Long live the Maiden of Light!" Soon, the living people in the city shouted together.
"Block the city gate, don't let the ghouls leave the King's Landing. The Maiden of Light is with us, kill the deviant ghouls, go to heaven! "
Randall Tully in the colorful striped cape raised the Dragon Tooth Blade and roared loudly.
His current spirit was completely different from before. Although it was the first time he saw the Living Dead, he exploded with unprecedented fighting spirit and vitality.
Because he was fighting for glory, for faith, for the people, because hope was like the sun in the sky, so dazzling, so bright, he would never lose his way.
"Kill the deviant ghouls, go to heaven!" Hundreds and thousands of Warrior's Sons were fanatical, raising their Dragon Crystal weapons and shouting in unison.
They were like a flood, rushing down the Visania Hills and along the streets, cleaning up all the smoking existences under the sun.
The Maiden of Light was with the Church's Warriors.
The Great Sun formed by a hundred Fire Elves split into two. The Great Sun continued to hover over the King's Landing, while the Little Sun formed by ten Fire Elves came to the top of the Warrior's Son's head.
The sunlight was blinding.
.....
It wasn't until the afternoon of the next day that the large-scale battle officially stopped. During this period of time, Dragonstone Island had airdropped more than ten tons of Dragon Crystals to the Templar, and hundreds of Dawn Warriors had rushed over from Helenburg.
Of course, the Red God believers did not let the Seven Gods monopolize the battle. Not only did the Erlu that You Lun shot a few arrows return, but even the remnants of Erlu's army raised their flaming blades and flaming swords and blocked the retreating ghoul army at the city gate.
Just like what Aunt May did in the last season of "Power Rangers", she ignited thousands of weapons by herself. The effect on deviant ghosts was uncertain, but it was barely enough to kill ghouls.
After the battle, the young beggar army that stayed in the Great Templar walked to the streets and alleys to clean up the individual ghouls that were hiding in the dark. They also carried the ghouls that were killed by the Dragon Crystal weapons to the square in front of the Great Templar.
Some people stood numbly in front of their houses, watching the monks and the Church's armed forces come and go. Some people cried and wailed as they searched for traces of their loved ones among the piles of corpses. There were also people who volunteered to join the beggar army to help carry the corpses and carefully collect the belongings of the ghouls. They also brought the corpses of animals back home to pickle.
Yes, the Church's monks had promised the people that eating ghouls was harmless to the human body, and they would not be punished with any sins, but they should not eat humans.
In fact, the number of ghouls in King's Landing was limited. Many people who could not find food had secretly hidden some fat pieces of meat with obvious human characteristics.
By the afternoon of the third day, about 100,000 corpses had been collected from the entire city, and they piled up into a small mountain in front of the Templar.
Those who were still alive, whether it was the Braavos mercenaries, the Northern Knights, the Valley Warriors, or the ordinary people, had all come.
They stood at the periphery of the Visania Hills to bury their companions and loved ones in the mountain of corpses.
Hundreds of white-robed priests chanted together the scripture to expiate the souls of the dead (Stranger Guest), so that the souls in the body that had been desecrated could ascend to heaven.
The reason for such a ceremony was that a noble had questioned the monks: Why did my father still become a ghoul even though he was wearing an atonement scroll? Moreover, the father ghoul seemed to recognize me and chased after me to bite me. When I hid in my bedroom, it even knew how to find the spare key under the flower bed to open the door.
One soul and two spirits, this was the official explanation of the Church.
After the explanation, they had to make arrangements: send them to the Church to expiate the souls of the dead and burn them to ashes.
This was also beneficial to the Dragon Queen. As the monks chanted the "Demon Hunting" ritual (the divine spell to kill evil beings as a sacrifice to the Seven Gods, Chapter 861), a large amount of spiritual substance entered the faith space.
The burning lasted for more than half a day. When everyone was physically and mentally exhausted and ready to leave, something strange happened again.
At the front of the crowd, a group of warriors' sons with colorful cloaks stained with blood was suddenly enveloped by a beam of light.
Among the thousands of warriors' sons, four to five hundred of them had a golden beam of light descending from the sky.
"The Holy Mother has descended?" Bronze Jon, who was standing at the front, looked around and asked the monk in front of him.
"This should be the Holy Mother's grace," the monk in linen clothes said with uncertainty.
"What is grace?" Jon, who was standing beside Bronze Jon, asked in confusion.
"It means that the Holy Mother may give a reward after slaying the demons. But this is the first time I've seen such a scene, so I'm not sure if — "
Before he could finish, the beam of light suddenly disappeared, leaving only the shining golden runes on the forehead of the warrior's son.
"Ah, it's really grace. Earl Randall and the others have become Holy Knights." The monk in linen clothes shouted in excitement.
"Holy Knights? Four to five hundred of them. How can there be so many pterosaurs? Even if there are, it's not enough to keep them alive. Stannis is almost broke from eating just 20 pterosaurs. He can only go fishing in the bay every day. "Jon was confused.
"Why don't we go and ask?" Bronze Jon's eyes flashed as he squeezed into the noisy and excited group of monks.
The people around him saw his unique bronze armor and the family emblem on his chest and immediately recognized him. They didn't stop him and made way for him.
Jon hesitated for a moment and followed him.
"Hey, old friend, you're finally free from the abyss of suffering!" After Jon went over, he gave Randall a big and warm hug.
Randall Tarry's body stiffened. He wasn't used to and didn't like Jon's sudden closeness. But with their status, he couldn't push him away impolitely.
"Nice to meet you, Earl Jon." He said with a stiff face.
"I'm so envious of you. Actually, I didn't want to work with that heathen Stannis for a long time. But the 20,000 warriors of the valley came with me. The responsibility is too heavy." Jon sighed in a low voice.
This was a little too deep for a friend.
Randall Tarry kept a straight face and didn't say anything.
Bronze Jon, on the other hand, had a bellyful of grievances to pour out to his' old friend '. "Tell me, what's all this about!
We, the people of the valley, were originally living our own peaceful lives. If it wasn't for the great ideal of ending the chaotic world, who would leave their home and travel thousands of miles to come to King's Landing?
But after we took down King's Landing with great difficulty, the way the people of King's Landing look at us … I reckon that even Tywin, who looted King's Landing during the War of the Usurpers, didn't receive this kind of treatment.
We're here to liberate King's Landing. We should be enjoying the rain of petals and cheers, riding tall horses into the Red Fort surrounded by glory. But in the end …
Now, half of King's Landing is burned down, the Red Fort is in ruins. More than 5,000 warriors of the valley died in the wildfire and the Ghouls broke through the encirclement. "
Randall Tarry's face was stiff and expressionless.
Bronze Jon didn't care about Randall's reaction. He was just frustrated and wanted to find someone who had the same experience as him to pour out his mental garbage.
Well, in his opinion, Randall, who had joined You Lun and Cersei, and himself, who had no choice but to serve Erlu, were the same type of people. Even their titles and statuses were similar.
"I'm very confused about the future. I also want to join the Warrior's Sons. What do you think? "In the end," he said tentatively.
"Up to you," Randall said blankly.
"But now, the future of King's Landing is uncertain. The remaining warriors of the valley are at a loss. I can't bear to abandon them!" Bronze Jon said bitterly.
"What are you trying to say? I've already joined the Church and will no longer participate in the political games of the Seven Kingdoms. "Randall wasn't a political novice. He could already tell something from Old Jon's words.
Bronze Jon glanced at Randall beside him and said without hesitation, "I want to bring the warriors of the valley back home. Can the Church help … convert His Majesty Stannis and ask him to let us go?"
"Saint Matthew has already left." Randall's mouth twitched.
"There are other archbishops, right?"
Randall said calmly, "Not everyone is Saint Matthew! Think about it, how many people in the world can be unscathed after a sword pierced through the heart, or after being punched and kicked for a few days and nights? "
"But the heart of mercy and the will to sacrifice oneself to save the devil —"
"Mercy is common, but normal people don't have the right to sacrifice themselves to save the devil," Randall said impatiently.
In the end, he added, "I'm a pious disciple of the Holy Mother, but I'm not stupid."
Actually, you can summon the Holy Mother and use the Holy Mother's palm to convert my king.
Bronze Jon thought so in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.
If word got out, Erlu would definitely send him to heaven with the Flame of the Demonic Dragon.
Jon fell silent. Jon took over and asked, "Count Randall, the monk said that you received the Holy Mother's grace. Is it the Holy Knight's Seal?"
When Jon heard this, he also looked over curiously.
"It's a pure Holy Knight's Seal, not the Pterosaur Knight's Seal."
"What can it do?" Jon asked.
Randall hesitated for a moment. He felt that there was no way to hide it, and there was no need to hide it. Miracles needed to be spread widely.
"There are Stamina, Strength, Warrior's Sword, Level 1 Holy Healing, Level 0 Holy Light, and Level 2 Holy Fire. There are six Divine Spells in total," he said.
"Ah, commander, you have six Divine Spells. I only have three, Level 0 Holy Light, Level 1 Holy Healing, and Strength." Sir Theodore was shocked and envious.
"Ah, I only have one, Level 0 Holy Light."
"I have two, Holy Healing and Strength."
"I have two too, but it's different from you."
"Sigh, I didn't receive the Holy Mother's blessing. I have to work harder next time!"
.....
Hearing the discussion of the Warrior's Sons, Bronze Jon was confused. "What's going on? Does everyone receive the Holy Mother's grace differently?"
Randall searched for a piece of information in his mind and said thoughtfully, "The Holy Knight profession is the same, but there are levels. I'm a Level 3 Holy Knight."
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