Chapter 185

Chapter 185 The Unburned

  The sanctuary became abruptly quiet, only the sound of shouts of killing could be vaguely heard from a distance.

  Six horses can carry six people.

  But now there are more than forty people in the church.

  Among more than forty people, only thirteen are still standing.

  Even if the wounded soldiers who couldn't stand up were ignored, these thirteen people were not enough.

  Although riding a horse may not necessarily be able to break out of the encirclement, staying here is really a dead end.

  No one wants to give up this last chance.

  "I'm the commander, and I'll assign them," Samwell said without hesitation.

  Everyone did not speak.

  These days, they have seen Samwell's achievements. It can be said that without the terrifying Baron of Eagle Island, it would be impossible for them to hold on to the heartland of the Dornish people for so long.

  In fact, the fact that the Iron Throne army was able to attack this time is largely due to the fact that they have held on to the sept for so long and restrained so many troops.

  Therefore, the commander Samwell, no matter in terms of status or strength, everyone is convinced.

  "Dickon Tarly, Lucas Dayne, Kathu, Robar Royce, Ferrer Royce, William Stone. Six of you, mount!"

  Three Reachmen, three Valemen, very fair distribution.

  And most importantly, there is no Samwell himself.

  In this way, those who are forced to stay will not have any complaints - the commander himself stayed, so why are you clamouring?

"Brother! I'm not going!" Dickon began to yell.

  "Lord Caesar, please allow me to give you my seat." Lucas persuaded.

  "My lord..." the attendant Kathu hesitated and spoke.

  "Shut up!" Samwell said, "This is an order! I'm not discussing with you! Come on! Get on your horse! Your task is to rush out!"

"Brother!"

"Don't you understand me?"

  Samwell stared at his younger brother viciously, "Don't think that rushing out is the only way to survive, maybe you will die faster than me!"

  Dickon gritted his teeth as if trying his best to stop himself from crying.

  Samwell didn't look at him, and urged the six people: "Quick! Get on the horse! This is an order!"

  After speaking, he went forward to remove the statue of The Father blocking the gate.

  ...

  "Prince Oberyn, let's go! Leave these people alone!"

  "You can leave first, I will avenge Obara."

  Count Quentyn hesitated.

  Prince Oberyn seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and said,

  "Take your son too, and leave!"

  "Yes, Prince Oberyn ." Earl Quentyn hurriedly led his second son, who had just become the prince's squire, away.

  Prince Oberyn took a gulp of strong wine and was about to give the order to attack, but suddenly he saw that the pile of things blocking the door of the sanctuary was removed.

  Are they ready to surrender?

  Prince Oberyn thought, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, surrender is death!

  But in the next second, there was a sound of horseshoes in the church.

  Prince Oberyn's complexion changed slightly, and he roared:

  "Attention! They are going to charge out!"

  As soon as the words fell, six people and six horsemen rushed out from the gate.

  Just as the Dornish soldiers were about to surround them, a fiery red light lit up from the gate, exploded in an instant, and tore a hideous bloody mouth on the Dornish position.

  And those six people and six riders just broke out from the mouth of blood.

  After Samwell slashed out the sword, he was slightly out of breath.

  He turned around, looked at the six soldiers standing behind him, and the wounded soldiers deep in the hall who couldn't stand up, and smiled: " Can you all sing the song of the Seven Gods?"

Have the will to die.

  Samwell erected the burning red sword in front of his body and said:

  "Decided, then let us sing the praises of the seven gods loudly, and under their witness, fight to the last moment!"

  "Fight to the last moment! "

  The seven of them stood upright as if there were thousands of troops behind them.

  "The Father's face is stern and strong,he sits and judges right from wrong.He weighs our lives, the short and long,and loves the little children."

  Amidst the singing, the Dornishmen had already rushed over.

  "The Mother gives the gift of life,and watches over every wife.Her gentle smile ends all strife,and she loves her little children."

  Samwell drove [Dawn] and swung the second sword.

  The flaming sword light swept towards the gate, cutting off the Dornish soldiers who were rushing forward.

  At the same time, whether it was a mistake or on purpose, the flaming sword light also hit the pile of wooden statues next to the door that was originally used to block the door, and the flames ignited immediately.

  "The Warrior stands before the foe,protecting us where e'er we go.With sword and shield and spear and bow,he guards the little children.."

  The Dornishmen flocked, spears like a forest of steel.

  [Dawn]'s sword light was like raging mountain fire, sweeping towards it.

  The third sword.

  Samwell's whole body was numb, and the giant sword in his hand seemed to become extremely heavy.

  "The Crone is very wise and old,and sees our fates as they unfold.She lifts her lamp of shining goldto lead the little children."

  There were only the last three voices left.

  Is it over?

  Samwell's vision began to blur, and the flames began to spread on the walls of the church, but

  not fast enough.

  However, he still held [Dawn] but couldn't swing next.

  Is it over?

  The spears of the Dornishmen closed in again.

  Their faces were distorted and deformed in the smoke, making it impossible to see clearly.

  The world seemed to slow down suddenly.

  In just a short moment, it was stretched infinitely, stretched,...

  Boom!

  Samwell heard his own heartbeat.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  The short and powerful heartbeat seemed to be the only main voice in this world.

  The blood surged violently in his body, and he felt full of strength again!

  No!

  Not Now!

  [Dawn] The raging fire was rekindled, and it swung around—

  the fourth sword!

  "The Smith, he labors day and night,to put the world of men to right.With hammer, plow, and fire bright,he builds for little children."

  Burning.

  The fiery ring of fire swelled outward, sweeping away the Dornish soldiers, and setting more statues, tables, chairs, and wooden walls on fire.

  Samwell experienced the feeling of mental stagnation again.

  It turns out that just now, he finally succeeded in transforming the spirit attribute into the strength attribute!

  Feeling the surging power in his body, Samwell laughed loudly, and swung the huge sword in his hand again—

  the fifth sword!

  The flames shot out, but more of them flocked towards the wooden furnishings in the sanctuary.

  The fire snakes swayed wildly, stretching their bodies in the hall.

  The orange-red brilliance made even the rays of the setting sun seem inferior. They cover everything in the hall in different shades, and they were both strangely and terrifyingly beautiful.

  Like a dragon flame.

  The Dornishmen finally felt the fear, the soldiers outside did not dare to rush into the sanctuary, and the soldiers inside tried their best to escape.

  The scorching wind roiled and turbulent in the hall, but Samwell could not feel a trace of heat.

  On the contrary, the cold air emitted by the bronze armour on his body made him feel like he was in a world of ice and snow.

  His field of vision was engulfed by a raging fire, and he could no longer find a companion by his side.

  Are they all dead?

  Samwell looked around with his sword in his hand, his eyes blank.

  No, not yet.

  In the depths of the hall, wounded soldiers continued to sing praises to the Seven Gods:

  "The Maiden dances through the sky,she lives in every lover's sigh.Her smiles teach the birds to fly,and gives dreams to little children."

  Their voices were weak, distant, and silent as they were swallowed by the raging fire.

  The world turned red.

  Samwell stood leaning on his sword, just in front of him was the statue of a burning maiden.

  In the flames, Her face twisted and changed, and suddenly became the smiling face of Margaery Tyrell, but in a blink of an eye, it seemed to be the charming Natalie Dayne again. In the end, the flames froze into frost and then became the appearance of the ice-sculpted woman on the Wall again.

  Skin as pale as snow, eyes as cold as the moon.

  The garland of winter snow roses on her head was as scarlet as blood.

  "Take me away," she told him.

  He stretched out his hand, but the ice and snow woman dissipated like a white mist.

  A rain of roses swept by, and the sky was as pale as the eye of death.

  Dang—

  A long spear shot out from the flames, hitting Samwell's chest, making a piercing metal scraping sound against the bronze armour.   Samwell swung [Dawn]- sixth sword reflexively.   

The light of the flame merged into the raging flames but missed the target.

  "Red Viper!"

  "Caesar!"

  Prince Oberyn walked quickly around Samwell with a spear in one hand, obviously afraid of the flaming lightsaber he swung.

  "I'm going to kill you!" Prince Oberyn said grimly.

  "Come on." Samwell held the sword in both hands, his eyes did not follow the red snake but looked straight ahead.

  The spiritual attribute has been transformed into strength, so naturally there is no way to add agility. Samwell knows that the red poisonous snake is extremely deadly to him at this time.

  Prince Oberyn walked in circles, faster and faster, and finally broke into a run.

  Samwell simply closed his eyes.

  Suddenly, Prince Oberyn's footsteps turned, and the spear in his hand came out of the hole like a poisonous snake, piercing a vague light and shadow in the air.

  Chi -

  Samwell tried his best to dodge but was still pierced into the gap of the bronze armour by the spear, and pierced into the joint under the arm.

  But when Prince Oberyn turned the spear and wanted to draw it, Samwell suddenly clamped his arms, fixed the spear under his armpit, and at the same time slashed out the huge sword in his hand—the

  seventh sword!

"Die!"

  The gorgeous light curtain was so dazzling in the fiery red world.

  Prince Oberyn let go of his spear immediately and turned around like a civet, but he was still a step too late.

  The flaming lightsaber sliced off half of his body, his left arm and half of his left chest disappeared, and the flesh and blood on his left cheek were scorched and melted, dripping like wax oil.

  "Hahahahaha!" Prince Oberyn seemed to be insane, "Let's die together!"

  As he said, he rushed towards Samwell.

  Samwell could no longer swing the giant sword, and could only let the opponent hug him tightly.

  Like a couple in love, the two rolled into the flames.

  "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

  The flames engulfed the two of them. Prince Oberyn roared like a beast, but Samwell's expression was calm as if he was just lying down on a soft and comfortable featherbed.

  "No! How is it possible? This is impossible!" Prince Oberyn saw that Samwell was unharmed in the flames, and his roar turned into an angry and terrified question.

  But he obviously couldn't get an answer, as the flames quickly swallowed his flesh and blood, leaving only dry bones.

  Samwell gently pushed away the remains of the enemy, laid quietly and let the flames wrap himself gently.

  There were bursts of tingling in the arm, accompanied by a strange numbness.

  But his mind at this moment was attracted by the phantom dancing in the flames.

  It was a scene of blurred scenes -

  King Joffrey stood proudly at the carnival banquet with singing and dancing, arrogantly roaring inaudible words...

  The blood rushed in like a sea, swallowing the entire Skyreach city, Countless horrific corpses floated in the sea of blood...

  A seductive witch in a red robe stood in front of him, the ruby in her throat flickered with strange fire, like a beating heart...

  The picture was finally frozen in the blue sky, as the flaming comet flashed across suddenly, dragging out its gorgeous long tail—

  the stars weeping blood.

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