Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"Kingslayer" James Lannister seemed to be in a daze before, so he didn't react at all, but seeing his sister's appearance, he also realized that something was wrong, and rushed towards Duke Ed.

But Ser Barristan Selmy, Captain of the Kingsguard, stopped him: "Stand back, Ser Jaime, Lord Eddard has a right to speak!"

"The queen ordered him to shut up."

"In what name?" Ser Barristan insisted.

"Treason! Eddard Stark is treason!" yelled Cersei, pushing her son forward. "Dead him!"

Joffrey was in a daze at the moment, and didn't understand what was going on at all, but seeing his mother so nervous, he ordered the white knight behind him:

"Go and take Eddard Stark down!"

The five white knights drew their swords one after another, and at the same time Sandor Clegane the Hound rushed over.

"Traitor Lannister!" A loud shout erupted from the seats of the northern nobles, and then saw the huge Earl Jon Umber leading the way, and a group of northern nobles also rushed over, "Protect Lord Ed!"

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

Wang Ling and the Hewan nobles sat without moving. Many of them had already realized what was going on, with gloating smiles on their faces.

Duke Ed was still reading the contents of the book aloud: "In the 94th year of the Conquest, Miss Murita of the Lannister family married Sir Fasha of the Baratheon family, and gave birth to a pair of twins the following year. For brunettes..."

Beside them, the knights of the Lannister family and the nobles of the North were already fighting together.

In the chaos, Samwell stepped forward quietly, his eyes fixed on the figure of the king.

The attention of everyone in the venue was on Duke Ed, and they didn't notice that a little baron from the Reach had quietly approached the king.

"In the 37th year of the Conquest, Miss Nyala of the Baratheon family married Sir Dylan of the Lannister family and gave birth to three sons, all with black hair." Duke Ed closed the book and pointed at Joff , proclaiming loudly, "Joffrey is not of the blood of the old king Robert, but of the blood of Cersei and her brother Jaime-Lon, a false king!"

As soon as the word "false king" came out, the crowd was in an uproar.

Cersei screamed.

Joffrey blushed and growled angrily:

"Lies! Lies! Eddard Stark is lying! Kill him! Kill him!"

At this moment, a loud eagle cry came from the sky.

A pale giant sword descended from the sky and plunged into the high platform with a bang, leaving spiderweb-like cracks on the ground.

Samwell just came to the giant sword, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and rushed forward!

[Dawn] Unsheathed, dragged out the fiery red tail.

Like a red comet across the sky.

"Stop him!" Finally someone noticed Samwell.

"Help me! Help me!" Joff's face changed greatly, and he howled like a duck.

The Kingsguard finally saw the baron charging towards the king with his sword, but Captain Barristan Selmy stood still, Mandon Moore hesitated for a moment and did not move, although Boros Braun moved Yes, but deliberately slow down.

The other four white knights kept their oath, and rushed towards Samwell under the leadership of "Kingslayer" James Lannister.

White scale armor, white cloak, erected a white shield wall in front of the king.

Facing the four most outstanding knights of the Seven Kingdoms, Samwell was not afraid, and his forward momentum remained undiminished. The giant sword in his hand was covered with red and gold lines, hot and dazzling.

A sword swung out.

The flames exploded, like dragon flames raging, and the white shield wall was instantly swallowed.

The white scale armor made of fine steel was cut open without hindrance like fragile butter under the light of the flame and sword.

Arys Oakheart was cut in half, Merlin Tran lost his head, Preston Greenfield's throat armor melted like ice and snow, and only Jaime Lannister saw the situation Miao, dodged to dodge, but was also cut off the hand holding the sword.

With one sword strike, the four white knights were killed three times and injured one!

The turbulent flame and sword light have not yet dissipated, leaving a hideous mark in the air, just like the sea of ​​flames in the temple five years ago.

In the flames, the figures of the last seven warriors who sang "Song of the Seven Gods" flashed past, the mournful cry of Earl Yohn Royce before his death, and the face of "Red Viper" Oberyn, whose flesh and blood melted, flashed past. , flashing past Dickon Tarly's icy coffin...and finally fixed on a red comet across the sky.

【Dawn】Drags a blur of light and shadow in the air, like the blood-red tail of a comet.

The stars wept blood.

The next second, the star pierced Joffrey's chest.

The blazing fire instantly incinerated the beating heart.

Joff's eyes were ferocious, his mouth was wide open, and a rough roar came out of his throat, as if he was about to scream, but he was swallowed by the gushing blood.

At this moment, time seems to freeze.

Everyone watched this scene dumbfounded.

Even Duke Eddard Stark didn't think that Samwell would really kill the king!

He actually dared to kill the king!

Even a false king!

It wasn't until Queen Cersei's scream broke it all that time seemed to resume its flow.

"No! No no no no no!" Cersei hissed. "Father! Stop him! Save my son! Save your king!"

However, no one stepped forward.

The northern nobles applauded secretly, the Hewan nobles gloated, and the royal nobles watched coldly...

No one is willing to draw a sword for this king.

"The Hound" Sandor Clegane drew his sword, but did not dare to move forward.

The loyal dog of the Lannister family rushed forward with the four white knights, but retreated like crazy after seeing the raging flames.

The disfigured face was distorted and deformed, and the whole person was trembling, as if recalling some unbearable past.

In the dead silence, Samwell slowly drew out his giant sword, and let Joffrey's body fall limply to the ground.

He turned around, his eyes slowly swept across the audience, and then he just held the blood-dripping fire sword and walked out step by step.

All the nobles stepped out of the way one after another, saluting the regicide with their gazes.

Cersei threw herself on her son, and cried, "Stop him! Stop him! He has killed your king! He has killed your king!"

Still no one came forward.

All the nobles in the northern region, Hewan, and Wangling just watched helplessly as the baron who had just killed the king slowly walked out.

Perhaps it was frightened by the terrifying strength this person showed just now, or maybe no one is willing to stand up for a false king, or maybe other people have long wanted to do this but have never dared to do it.

Finally, a person stepped forward.

Sir Robert Royce.

But he didn't come to stop Samwell, but stood behind him, facing the Queen Mother, as if silently declaring——

If you want to catch Baron Yingzuiyu, pass me first!

Samwell nodded to the second son of Runestone City, and left calmly.

The renegade king is dead.

And the murderer just left in full view.

No one stopped.

Walking out of the venue, Samwell sheathed the giant sword again, carried it behind his back, and then turned over to ride on the prepared war horse.

The soldiers in the city didn't even know that the king had been killed by the baron, but even if they knew, how many people would stand up and serve the king?

Tianji City, which they paid the price of blood and lives to capture, was given to the Dornishmen by the king's light order.

If Joffrey dared to come among these soldiers without his guards, Samwell might not have to do it, and these people would kill the king with their own hands.

All the way out of Tianji City and into the garrison camp, Samwell suddenly slowed down his horse.

Because, he saw a familiar figure.

"Miss Margery?"

"Sam?" Margaery was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect to see the Baron here.

She was wearing a simple and plain white dress at the moment, and she didn't wear any expensive and complicated jewelry. On the contrary, she was stained with blood, her soft brown hair was slightly messy, and her smooth forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Samwell looked at the wounded barracks behind her, and seemed to understand something.

"I didn't expect you to treat wounded soldiers?"

"Only some simple bandages." Margaret stuck out her little tongue, showing a somewhat embarrassed smile.

"Did you forget that there is still a king waiting for you today?"

"I haven't forgotten. It's just that... I made a brave choice." Margaery raised her head, the smile on her face was brighter than the sun, "By the way, why did you come out? Could it be that the banquet is over so soon?"

Samwell laughed: "I also made a brave choice."

"What?"

"Killed a king."

Margaery opened her mouth wide, and was stunned for a moment before she said, "Sam, you...are you kidding me?"

"What? You think I dare not kill the king?"

The domineering arrogance shown by the man made Margaery lose his mind for a moment. She stared blankly at the giant sword behind Samwell before she dared to say:

"You, did you really kill Joffrey?"

"It's true." Samwell said, "However, Duke Eddard has proved that Joffrey is the evil offspring of Cersei and James, and he is not the legitimate king at all. He killed so many people, And killed my brother, of course I want revenge."

Margaery looked at Samwell in shock, her wide-eyed appearance was cute.

"Goodbye, Miss Margery, it's time for me to escape." Samwell bowed slightly on the horse in greeting.

"Wait!" Margaret stopped the baron, "Take me away!"

Samwell froze for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and said, "You want to come with me?"

"Yes!" Margaery looked up at the man, with a shy and sweet smile on her face, "Didn't you make me make a brave choice? I choose you! My knight!"

Samwell looked at the girl in front of him seriously, his heartbeat accelerated, but he still reminded:

"I'm a kingslayer now."

"No. You just deposed a false king." Margaery declared proudly, "You are not a kingslayer, you are a deposed king!"

Samwell laughed loudly: "It's a very clever statement. Unfortunately, not everyone will agree. But no matter what, I'm just a little baron, and I'm still a little boy who has already made a death feud with the most powerful family in the Seven Kingdoms." Baron, do you really want to come with me?"

Margaery stretched out her white and slender arms, which were still stained with blood:

"You have the courage to kill a king, don't you have the courage to elope with a duke's daughter?"

Samwell took a deep look at Margaery, finally took her hand, pulled her into his arms, and made a promise:

"I killed one of your kings, and one day, I will pay you back!"