Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Boom!

Behind him came the sound of a balloon exploding.

Samwell ran out of the prayer hall without looking back, for fear of being contaminated by the weird green juice.

Just at this moment, a thunderbolt pierced through the golden dome of the Temple of Holy Grace like a sharp sword.

A brilliant white light suddenly lit up in front of Samwell's eyes, making him unable to see anything for a moment.

Rumble——

In the ear-piercing thunder, the sound of the temple dome collapsing down seemed insignificant.

Samwell gripped his greatsword on the highest alert.

After a while, the white light remaining on the retina slowly faded, and the scene in the temple resurfaced bit by bit.

But the destructive thunder just now was still turning around, piercing into his ears like sharp thorns.

Samwell returned to the prayer hall cautiously, and saw that the Green Maiden had been blown into two pieces, and it seemed that she was really dead this time.

But the next moment, Samwell's heart was raised again.

Because, the statue of the harpies above the many shrines actually moved!

A pair of bat wings spread out slowly and stretched out to both sides. The long scorpion tail hovered high above the top, and the end of the tail shone with a palpitating green light, and a pair of red agate eyes flowed like molten gold. He stared blankly at Samwell.

"Ho ho ho ho—"

She opened her mouth wide and let out a series of weird sounds.

Could this be the Ghiscari gods who had awakened from their slumber as predicted by the Green Maiden?

Why does it look so weird?

"Can you speak human language?" Samwell said, the hand holding the sword was tense, ready to slash out at any time.

The harpy spoke again, and she really spoke human language, but unfortunately it should be in Guggis.

This language has long since died with the destruction of the Gughis Empire, and even the people of Astapor can't speak it anymore, and of course Samwell can't understand it.

"Can you speak the common language of Westeros?" Sam Will said, and then changed to Valyrian. "Where is Valyrian?"

The harpy babbled again, but seeing that Samwell couldn't understand, she raised her eagle claws in a very humane manner, and pointed at the giant sword [Dawn].

"You want this sword?" Samwell asked tentatively.

The harpy nodded.

"I told you earlier, I'll give it to you if you want it." Samwell stepped forward with a smile, as if he was about to hand the giant sword to the Harpy.

But at a distance of about ten steps, he suddenly accelerated, and he rushed out like a fired shell, and swung the huge sword in his hand towards the Harpy's head.

"ah--"

The harpies uttered an extremely sharp roar, which overwhelmed the rumbling thunder for a while.

Samwell only felt a tingling in his brain, the scene in front of him became blurred, and double images appeared one by one.

A strong sense of crisis suddenly hit him, making him subconsciously block the giant sword in front of him.

clang--

A thick chain hit the giant sword, and the powerful force sent Samwell flying upside down, hitting the ground hard.

The harpy flapped her wings and jumped down from the shrine. She was nearly twenty feet tall like a giant beast, covering Samwell in her own shadow.

Before Samwell got up from the ground, he immediately rolled forward.

Boom!

The masonry ground of the temple was shattered with a bang, and countless broken stones splashed like bullets, hitting Samwell's bronze armor, making a clanging sound.

The harpy screamed again, and the two thick chains under her feet followed Samwell's figure like a python.

Samwell didn't fight her hard, got up and ran out.

boom--

The walls of the temple are like tofu in front of the chains, and they will shatter when touched.

Samwell didn't look back at all, and rushed out against the chaotic smashed rubble.

The harpy followed closely behind.

After leaving the prayer hall and coming to the front hall, a group of saintesses wearing various robes were stunned when they saw that the gods they worshiped every day had come alive.

"Run!" Samwell kept on stepping, but he still didn't forget to remind him.

The saintesses just woke up from a dream, screaming and rushing away.

Samwell rushed out of the temple gate, and heard screams behind him.

The harpy did not show any mercy to her followers, and threw herself into the crowd of saints and began massacring them.

Residual limbs and broken arms splashed in all directions, and gurgling blood merged into a stream and flowed out of the temple.

Samwell turned around and stopped running away. The giant sword slowly drew a circle in front of him, and an invisible magic power poured into the sword like flowing water, turning into a blazing flame.

"Hey, ugly thing." He said calmly, "Don't hurt the innocent. Your opponent is me, and we will fight alone."

The Harpy felt the provocation from the man, and rushed out screaming.

But on the way, a huge white shadow suddenly bumped into it.

Bang——

Amid the huge impact, the Harpy was thrown to the ground by Cleopatra, firmly suppressing her.

A humanized angry expression appeared on her face, and there were screams from her mouth, as if she was accusing the enemy of her shamelessness.

"Dragon Burn!" Samwell ordered.

Cleopatra opened her huge mouth, and orange-red flames spewed out like magma, heading straight for the Harpy's face.

The scream of the harpy stopped abruptly, and was blocked by the flames. But she still threw out two chains and wrapped them around Bailong's body.

The chain was like a boa constrictor, tightly entwining the white dragon, getting tighter and tighter.

Feeling the pain, Cleopatra growled and spewed more dragon flames.

The tide-like flames bombarded the Harpy's head, flowed to the surroundings, and turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Samwell rushed into the flames, and saw that the gold-plated surface of the Harpy had melted under such a high temperature, revealing what kind of metal it was not.

"Go to hell!" Samwell roared, and the huge sword in his hand drew an afterimage in the flames, smashing the Harpy's head straight.

clang--

The giant sword cut a crack, but it was stuck by the owner and could not penetrate further.

The harpies twisted wildly, and Cleopatra couldn't hold her down for a moment.

Seeing that the harpy was about to break free, Samwell didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately converted all the spiritual attribute values ​​into strength.

boom! boom! boom!

Samwell's heart beat violently again, every time it hit his chest like a giant hammer.

The violent blood flowed violently in his body, bringing explosive power.

For a moment, his body seemed to grow bigger.

Samwell held the sword in both hands, raised it high, and then slashed it down!

Chi!

The fiery red giant sword hit the top of the Harpy's head, slightly blocked, but firmly penetrated.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Half of Harpy's head was cut off, and under the severe pain, she let out a sharp whistling sound again.

The thunder in the sky suddenly became violent, and the lightning, like a spider web, densely covered the dark night.

boom!

Under the struggle of the harpies, Cleopatra was overturned to the ground, turned into a light and shadow, soaring into the sky, and fled.

Samwell swung his greatsword and cut off the chains on the white dragon.

Just when he was hesitating whether to ride a dragon to pursue it, the flames on the ground gradually went out, and something exposed caught his attention.

It was half of the Harpy's face that had been chopped off.

Samwell stepped forward to pick it up.

It was scorching hot, like a red-hot soldering iron.

But what really caught Samwell's attention was actually an eyeball on that half of his face.

It was bright red like agate, like molten gold, like a raging flame, and there seemed to be lightning flashing in it.

For some reason, Samwell always felt that this eyeball had an inexplicable attraction to him.

Or more accurately, an appetite.

Samwell closed his eyeballs and played with them in his hands.

It is soft to the touch, indistinguishable from real flesh and blood, unlike that half of the face, which feels like metal.

Moreover, his hands were sore and numb, as if an electric current was passing through them.

After hesitating for a moment, Samwell put the eyeballs in his mouth.

The next moment, his eyes lit up.

Because, the attribute panel has really changed!

Samwell Caesar

Title: Storm King

Territories: Storm's End, Eagle's Mouth

Strength: 19.70

Agility: 9.86

Spirit: 39.88

Not only the strength and agility attributes that were reduced due to Melisandre were restored in advance, but also the strength was increased by 1.00, the agility was increased by 2.00, and the spiritual attribute was also increased by 0.50.

Ever since he discovered that gold and silver had little effect on improving attributes, Samwell hadn't eaten any rotten things for a long time.

Instead, concentrate on improving the title, through the free attribute points attached to the title.

But now, he actually discovered another thing that can improve attributes, and the effect is so outstanding!

Thinking that the harpies had another eye, Samwell immediately jumped onto the dragon's back, patted Cleopatra's neck, and urged:

"Quick, quick! Don't let that ugly bird get away!"