Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Samwell walked in the dark.

A few candles were burning along the wall, emitting a faint light, but here, the light seemed to be somehow restricted, unable to illuminate a large area, and it was blurry, as if separated by an invisible glass shield.

It's also very quiet here.

Only the sound of boots rubbing against stones was heard.

A wooden door opened silently, and Samwell walked in.

But the Faceless Man who greeted him stopped at the door.

Samwell ignored him and continued on.

There were some more voices in the darkness, like someone whispering, and softly crying.

Through another wooden door, Samwell heard the sound of running water.

At this time, he had come to an empty circular hall.

Countless statues stood along the walls, red candles flickering at their feet like distant, dim stars in the night sky.

The closest to Samwell is a three-meter-high marble statue of a woman, with realistic tears flowing from her eyes and pouring into a stone bowl held in her arms.

Farther on was a man with the head of a lion on a throne, and a blank face of bronze and steel, a pale baby with a greatsword in his hand, a shaggy black goat, a hooded man leaning on a stick... maybe Many shadows looming in the darkness.

Samwell knew that these were statues of gods from all over the world, and he also found statues of the Seven Gods here, but only the Stranger, a symbol of death.

In the center of the circular hall, he found the source of the sound of running water. It was a huge pool, which was as black as ink under the dim candlelight.

Sitting by the pool was a man wearing a black and white cloak, under the hood was an extremely kind face.

After seeing Samwell, he stood up, smiled gently, and said:

"Everyone is mortal."

Samwell didn't answer, and looked at the other person beside him.

That person was none other than the son of Sea King, Bruce Antarion.

Bruce also saw Samwell, and suddenly exclaimed:

"Why is he here? Didn't you promise me to kill him! Quick! Kill him quickly!"

"Death requires a price." The kind person said so.

"Didn't I already give you the dragon eggs?" Bruce called.

"Not enough." The kind man said, "What you want to kill is the king of the Seven Kingdoms, the most powerful person in the world. Just one dragon egg is not enough to buy your life."

Bruce was extremely frightened and angry:

"My most valuable thing is that dragon egg, and I have nothing else!"

"No." The kind man shook his head slowly, "You still have one most precious thing, which can be used as a sacrifice to please the God of Many Faces."

"What?"

"Your life."

Hearing this, the hope that had just appeared on Bruce's face froze there.

Samwell looked at the scene in front of him with great interest, and instead of stopping it, he persuaded him:

"Bruce, you heard that the God of Many Faces needs your life as a price. If I were you, instead of waiting to be killed, I would sacrifice myself and take a gamble to see if I could drag the enemy to hell with me."

Bruce looked at Samwell with a sarcastic and teasing face, and then at the faceless man with a kind face beside him, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

But in the end, he didn't dare to make a decision, and only heard him roar unwillingly:

"Kill Caesar for me! I'll give you all of Braavos!"

"You can't give us Braavos." The kind man still shook his head. "It doesn't belong to you. And the God of Many Faces doesn't need Braavos. The only thing you can please the gods is your own death."

"Yes." Samwell drew out the giant sword behind his back and approached slowly, "Make a decision quickly, Bruce."

Bruce looked at the giant sword burning with golden flames in Caesar's hand, the dazzling light made his heart twitch continuously.

Terrifying coercion permeated the air, covering his head like a mountain, so that Bruce could only feel endless despair.

He knew he had no choice.

"Okay!" Bruce hissed, "I give you my life! Help me kill Caesar!"

Hearing this, the kind man showed a gentle smile again, took out a stone cup from his pocket, bent down to scoop up a glass of water from the black ink-like pool, and handed it to Bruce, beckoning him to drink it.

Bruce took the cup, his hands trembling uncontrollably, but he never dared to put it in his mouth.

"Death is not a bad thing," said the kind man, "it is a gift from God to end our longings and end our sufferings. Whether we were lowly slaves or noble kings, we can die in death." Find the true meaning of life.

Drink, boy, and taste the sweetness of death.

Accept God's gift. "

Amid the soothing and intoxicating persuasion voice of the kind person, the struggle on Bruce's face gradually faded away.

Finally, he slowly picked up the stone cup and drank it down.

Boom——

The stone cup fell to the marble floor, and Bruce took one last look at Samwell, showing a weird smile:

"Caesar, I am waiting for you at the gate of hell!"

Samwell looked at each other quietly without responding.

It wasn't until Bruce fell limply to the ground and completely lost his voice that he looked at the kind face of the faceless man again.

But at this time, the other party has completely changed his face.

No, this time his face is gone.

There was only a yellowed skull under the hood, a little broken skin stuck between the cheeks, and a white worm wriggled out from the hollow eye socket.

"On the day everyone is born, the God of Thousand Faces will send a black angel to accompany us for life." The Faceless Man said, "When our sins become too serious, when our suffering becomes unbearable, This black angel will take our hand and lead us to the land of night.

The stars there will always shine brightly, and there will never be suffering and torment..."

Samwell interrupted: "There's nothing there."

The white worms in the eye sockets of the Faceless Man twisted, as if smiling:

"Man, do you remember your black angel?"

"If I really had such a black angel, it would have been chopped off by me."

"You cannot kill the Dark Angel. Just as you cannot escape death."

Samwell curled his lips and asked back:

"What about you?"

"Of course we can't do it either." The Faceless Man admitted frankly, "The God of Many Faces is fair. He bestows relief on all people from death, and of course he will not ignore his servants."

Samwell twisted the giant sword in his hand and said:

"Well, today, on behalf of the God of Many Faces, I will grant you relief."

"We will greet its arrival with infinite joy." The Faceless Man said sincerely, as if really expecting Samwell to kill them.

"Okay! Then I will fulfill you!" Samwell snorted coldly, and then raised his sword forward.

His footsteps were not in a hurry, and his heart was full of vigilance, because the faceless man in front of him gave him a very strange feeling.

It can be said that among all the opponents he has met, the one who feels the strongest threat is the faceless man with a pale yellow skull in front of him.

Even now that his strength has risen to an extremely terrifying level, even the power of R'hllor, the Lord of Light, cannot stop him in the slightest.

But this faceless man...

But it made Samwell feel the breath of death.

Flooding around him like the night, there is no escape, no hiding place, and no way to attack.

[Dawn] No matter how sharp it is, can it cut through the darkness?

Samwell felt confused for the first time, but soon, he regained his confidence.

Even if the other party is really lingering like death, and as eternal as darkness, he will also strike a sword!

With [Dawn] in his hand, his mission is to tear apart this long night!

Samwell stepped forward, the golden halos in his eyes burning like flames.

Streams of golden light emerged out of thin air from the surrounding darkness, flowing into the giant sword [Dawn] one after another like a river flowing into the sea.

The golden flame ignited blazingly, dazzling like the sun in an instant.

A powerful and sacred aura rapidly spread and fluctuated, filling the entire hall in an instant.

Chi!

Samwell swung his sword, and the golden halo was like ring-shaped ripples, spreading towards all the spaces in the hall at an extremely fast speed.

Wherever he went, all things were divided into two parts and turned into two pieces.

Even the darkness was torn apart at this moment.

At the same time, the cloak of the Faceless Man was torn, and the black and white cloak was reduced to ashes in the golden flames.

But the yellow skeleton under the cloak disappeared, as if it had merged into the darkness.

Samwell narrowed his eyes.

When he raised his head again, he saw a thousand faces looking down on him in the darkness.

They hung on the wall, front and back, left and right, up and down, and no matter where he looked... he could see faces.

He saw old faces and young faces, pale faces and dark faces, smooth faces and rough faces, freckled faces and scarred faces, men's faces and women's faces, boys' faces and girls' faces, even baby's face.

They range from handsome to ordinary, smiling and sad, revealing greed, anger or lust, bald and hairy.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Samwell snorted coldly.

Pooh!

In the darkness, Samwell jumped up with a golden giant sword in his hand, pierced the chest of a faceless man fiercely, and then lifted it up.

Crash!

Blood gushed out suddenly, the faceless man's head and chest were cut open, and the broken corpse fell to the ground slowly.

Samwell kept walking.

A golden light flashed, and another faceless man froze suddenly, and then a bloodstain appeared on his neck, and his head rolled down on the marble floor, leaving a bloody trace.

Chi! Chi! Chi!

Samwell shuttled back and forth in the hall, and none of the Faceless Man he met could resist his sword.

Soon, the marble floor was covered with dead bodies one after another.

Densely packed and creepy to look at.

What's even more weird is that those faceless people don't seem to feel any fear when facing a killing god like Samwell.

Perhaps, as they themselves said, death is a relief and a gift.

Hundreds of faceless men, like moths to a flame, rushed towards Samwell to meet their own death.

Such a weird and horrifying scene made Samwell feel a burst of fear from the bottom of his heart.

Are believers of the God of Many Faces really not afraid of death?

Even... longing for death?

Of course, the giant sword in his hand didn't stop, it was still waving, harvesting the lives of one faceless man after another.

Corpses piled up in the hall, and the strong smell of blood was almost suffocating.

In this darkness filled with death and blood, it seems that something is sprouting and surging.

Feeling this force, Samwell immediately retracted his sword and stood up, tense all over, watching intently.

boom!

The whole courtyard of black and white trembled violently. It was the white dragon outside who felt the master's crisis and tried to destroy the building.

Boom!

The great stone hall hummed under the impact of the giant dragon, and countless fine dusts flew in the air.

The surviving Faceless Men in the temple did not attack any more. They stood in front of the corpses of their companions, their faces serene, their hands crossed in front of their chests, as if they were praying or holding some ceremony.

A figure slowly came out more and more. Under the black and white cloak, there was a pale yellow head.

"The winds of winter have blown, the footsteps of the long night are approaching, and the Last Judgment is coming," he intoned. "Caesar, are you ready?"

Samwell narrowed his eyes and said:

"Who will judge?"

"Of course the gods."

"Gods?" Samwell sneered, "What qualifications do they have to judge all beings?"

"Caesar, do you remember who you are?" The Faceless Man suddenly asked a strange question.

"Of course I am." Samwell said.

Boom!

The hall shook again.

In the darkness, there was a faint clicking sound.

Samwell seemed to be able to see cracks starting to spread on the stone pillar.

The Faceless One didn't seem to be worried at all about the House of Black and White being knocked down by a giant dragon, and still said in a calm tone:

"No, you have forgotten who you are. Where is your black angel?"

"What bullshit black angel." Samwell couldn't help but swear.

But in the next second, a darkness gushing from the depths of his soul suddenly overwhelmed his consciousness.

When he regained his vision, he found that he had come to a castle with red tiles and white walls.

This is Horn Hill.

Samwell recognized the Tarly family's castle at a glance.

This is also where it all started.

Zooming in, he saw a fat boy with black hair lumbering awkwardly into the kitchen, rummaging for food.

That was Samwell Tarly.

his predecessor.

At this time, he realized that there seemed to be a faint phantom following Samwell Tarly.

The black angel in the mouth of the Faceless?

But in the next second, that phantom seemed to have encountered something terrifying, and it turned into black smoke and dissipated in the wind.

At the same time, the fat boy who was stealing food in the kitchen also fell to the ground and seemed to have passed out.

"Who are you?"

Samwell turned his head and saw the faceless man with a yellow skull appearing beside him at some point.

The empty sockets stared at him, his eyes full of scrutiny.

Samwell suddenly felt a burst of fear, as if his greatest secret was being exposed to others without reservation.

This feeling made him extremely panic.

But soon, he regained his composure.

The domineering that the monarch of the Seven Kingdoms should have has been restored.

"I am Caesar!" he declared.

At the same time, he stretched out his right hand, drew out the huge sword [Dawn] from the void, and then stabbed out with a sword!

boom!

The golden flame exploded, engulfing the Faceless Man in an instant.

Ripples appeared in the illusion of Horn Hill, dissipating like smoke, and dissipated in the darkness.

Samwell found himself back in the House of Black and White, with the huge sword in his hand piercing into the chest of the Faceless Man with the yellow skull.

The other party didn't seem to care about this kind of injury, and his empty eye sockets were still staring straight at Samwell, as if he wanted to see him thoroughly from the inside out.

But unfortunately, golden flames swept up and completely devoured him.

Boom!

The hall shook violently, and countless stones fell down one after another.

"Roar--"

A loud dragon chant echoed in the hall, and a familiar and burning breath came from above the head.

Samwell looked up, and saw Cleopatra finally overturned the dome of the House of Black and White, a huge dragon head poked in, and blood-red eyes swept across the faceless men.

He smiled slightly at the white dragon, then turned his head, and saw that the faceless man in front of him had been reduced to a pile of ashes, leaving only a pale yellow head.

In the empty eye sockets, the white worm twisted for a while, and finally turned into dots of white smoke, dissipating in the air.