Chapter 37-[A Saint is Born]
Jon watched Arya enter her tent. The girl had eliminated a few masters and wreaked havoc in the city.
"Are they dead?" he asked.
Arya nodded.
"Very well, I already ordered the sea creatures to attack their ships," he said.
"March," he said to his soldier.
Daario was the first to leave the tent with a smile.
Jon headed into battle with his Valyrian steel armor and sword at the ready.
The mercenaries of Meeren left the city to wait for them, the boy could see siege engines prepared for him, archers in the towers, and thousands of soldiers in the area.
Jon raised his hand for a second, the Meeren mercenaries ran out to attack them.
They waited a few seconds, when suddenly they heard screaming.
There were snakes under the sand and they began to attack. A howl was heard and a dozen lions, jaguars, and seven brown bears ran at the mercenaries. It was halfway to them when Jon lowered his hand.
The mercenaries launched the attack.
Jon ran with them, Arya at his side. Sansa behind.
The boy was whispering words.
"Quick attack…Lightning aura" said the boy before attacking.
He arrived before half of his creatures died.
Jon moved his sword with skill, passing through everything he could, what he did not move was paralyzed at the mercy of the mercenaries.
"Boss, I'm going to get the captains," he heard Daario.
He saw a Mercenary throw his knife at one and use his sword to push the men away from him.
[T/N: "Push" yes...]
Sansa behind him, using recovery magic on the fallen.
"Cure deficient" He heard and felt his tiredness disappear.
"Thank you," he said then attacked again.
Arya gasped as she was hit with a kick, but before she could get up the mercenary who kicked her died at the hands of another.
"Shit," she murmured.
"Arya!" she heard and saw Sansa calling her.
The girl approached.
"Rapid Heal… Cure Deficient" the girl heard and she saw how her wounds were healed and her energy restored.
"Wow," she murmured.
Sansa felt a sparkle in her eyes and entered the white room. She quickly went to the computer.
{Congratulations, you have leveled up!
You have five skill points to spend.}
She started leaving immediately.
The girl quickly raised her hands.
"Range Heal," she exclaimed and felt enlightened, while all the mercenaries near her recovered from their wounds.
Arya looked at her in wonder, such power was incredible, she turned to see Jon.
He evaded attacks, counterattacked, killed, paralyzed, and summoned wolves.
The girl blinked as she remembered wolves and turned to the other side, Ghost, taking pieces and parts of the body of the enemy mercenaries.
Arya felt frustrated.
Her style was silent, a killer art.
But in battle, she was of little use.
"They are coming," she heard.
She watched as some mercenaries from Meeren approached.
"WEAKNESS!"She shouted.
They stopped when they felt weak.
"Slowness" their pace became slower.
The allied mercenaries took advantage and attacked them.
Jon watched with a smile as he looked at his little sister.
"She's improved," he muttered.
He saw ahead they had some mercenary slaves from Meeren, and began his attack.
He and Sansa enjoyed a great advantage in open battle. Sansa with her Range Heal healed everything that was nearby, every time someone was healed with her magic she gained experience points, on the other hand, his creatures, each mercenary that was eliminated by them, gave him their experience points.
His battles in Astapor and Yunaki showed him that in battle they gained many levels quickly. They could level up more in hours than they could in months without battle.
As if responding to his thoughts, the boy felt a glow and entered the white room again. He headed to the computer.
{Congratulations, you have leveled up!
You have ten skill points to spend.
Name: Jon Snow
Level: 19
Title:
King of Valyria (1+skill point)
King of Astapor (+1 skill point)
King of Yunkai (+1 skill point)
Skill points 10
Exp: 0/3900
Skills:
Swordsmanship Level: 7
Summoning Magic Level: 5}
The boy pressed the sword.
{You have selected the Swordsmanship skill.
Do you want to spend some skill points to upgrade swordsmanship to level 8?}
The boy said yes.
{Swordsmanship skill level: 8 acquired}
The room was eliminated and Jon felt pain throughout his body. Thousands of images ran through his mind.
{Swordsmanship Level: 8}
Cost: 90 mana.
Break Defense: Break the defense of an opponent, whether unarmed or armored. An 80% chance that the opponent will be unable to defend against your attacks.}
The boy pressed exit.
He saw a large mercenary arrive.
"Break defenses," he whispered.
His sword flashed and Jon swung. There was a sound like glass breaking and the mercenary saw with horror that his armor broke as if it were made of glass.
Meanwhile, Arya looked at Sansa who tiredly continued casting all kinds of spells again at the soldiers.
"Her passion has no limit," she murmured when she saw her sister.
Then her eyes shone.
She saw a mercenary approaching.
Arya passed through him before reaching her sister.
She noted that she was most useful in battle defending Sansa.
She felt an explosion nearby.
"What the hell is that?" said the girl.
"They're throwing rocks!" a mercenary exclaimed.
Sansa and Arya watched as dozens of rocks were launched into the air by the catapults towards the battlefield.
"Damnet JON!" Arya shouted.
Sansa looked up from her exhausted gaze.
And she saw a rock heading towards her brother.
"No," She whispered.
But to their wonder.
Jon's sword shone as if it were light and he hit the rock in the air, it shattered as if it were glass.
"What the fuck was that!?" Arya exclaimed.
" I have no idea," Sansa murmured.
She quickly looked around her, hundreds of men were sprawled around her.
"I have to do something," she muttered.
Arya looked at her sister with fear, her eyes shone with golden energy, it surrounded her body, as if her hand had come to life.
"RANGE HEAL!" She exclaimed.
It was like an explosion, the range of Sansa's power covered tens of meters around, and the pained people looked on in wonder.
"Holy...Holy" they stammered.
"Heal…Remove Pain… Relax mind… Cure Deficit… Recover Parts…Rapid Heal," Sansa murmured over and over again.
Arya watched with fear as the parts that came out of the warriors' bodies returned to their places, their nerves and pain disappeared, and their wounds were quickly healed.
Sansa was shining brightly.
Arya noticed that the enemies were also healed.
She cursed.
But to their surprise, they did not attack, but rather knelt down.
"Holy...Holy" they repeated.
Sansa's eyes shone even brighter, but her mind had been summoned to the white room again. The girl was panting as she approached the computer.
{Congratulations, you have leveled up and obtained a title!
You have seven skill points to spend.
Name: Sansa Stark
Level: 11
Title:
The Saint (+1 skill points)
Skill Points 7
Exp: 0/770
Skills:
White Magic Level: 5}
The girl tiredly pressed white magic.
{The player has selected the White Magic skill.
Do you want to improve the White Magic skill to level 6?}
The girl said yes. And she felt a heat run through her until she was suffocating.
{White Magic Level: 6 acquired
Cost: 60 mana per spell
Cure Body: Creates a large healing field that restores health to the entire body, not a specific wound, improved Range heal.
Holy light: an arrow of light.}
She pressed exit.
"Cure Body," she murmured.
Arya watched as the range heal buff came into action.
Sansa's glow covered 100 square meters, covering all the wounded, recovering them in seconds, before she fell exhausted.
"That's it, you've done enough," she murmured.
"Protect the saint!" the girl heard.
Thousands of allied and enemy mercenaries stood around her, swords and spears in hand, defending her from everything.
Arya smiled and saw Jon about two hundred meters from the doors.
"Come on, destroy those siege machines," she murmured.
Jon screamed and saw the light that Sansa gave off.
"Oh, remind me not to make her angry," he whispered.
"Turning enemies into allies, what a terrible power," he thought.
He approached the first siege engine facing other men.
The lions ran devouring everything in their path.
The boy heard explosions and screams in the inner ports.
The sharks and whales did their job.
Daario led another group and took control of a catapult, began killing the lairs.
"Almost there, just a few meters," he said.
Gray Worm arrived at a third one with the Unsullied and killed everyone close by.
Finally, it happened, the Lion devoured a mercenary and Jon saw everything turn bright.
"Finally," he murmured, arriving at the white room.
He headed towards the computer.
{Congratulations, you have leveled up!
You have seven skill points to spend.
Name: Jon Snow
Level: 20
Title:
King of Valyria (1+skill point)
King of Astapor (+1 skill point)
King of Yunkai (+1 skill point)
Skill Points 7
Exp: 0/4750
Skills:
Swordsmanship Level: 8
Summoning Magic Level: 5}
The boy pressed Summoning Magic.
{You have selected the Summoning Magic Skill.
Do you want to spend some skill points to upgrade the Summoning Magic skill to level 6?}
The boy said yes. Pain appeared in his mind and body, images clouded his head.
{Summon magic skill level: 6 acquired
Cost: 150 mana per spell
Exotic desert animals:
Scorpion/ camel/ elephant/ cobra/ coyote.
Survival:
Exotic fruits (Banana/Kiwi/Melon/Coconut/raspberries), kings' shop/kings' furniture/maps/nobility books/jewelry.
Magic:
Speed: You double the speed of the animal you choose.}
Jon laughed.
"Finally," he murmured.
He left the room and stood in front of the siege engine.
Some mercenaries were approaching him.
"Scorpion…Scorpion…Scorpion…Scorpion " the boy muttered.
[T/N: I know scorpions are scary and deadly, but you know what's worse! A F*CKING ELEPHANT!]
They jumped on the mercenaries and poisoned them all.
Gray Worm and Daario arrived with a group.
"Get ready," Jon said tiredly.
"Elephant...Elephant...Elephant" He muttered.
A light illuminated the battlefield.
Three huge elephants appeared.
"Destroy the door," Jon ordered.
"YES MY LOVE," they said and ran to it.
"Strength...Speed" he whispered.
The elephants were shining, their speed and strength was titanic, and with a quick jump, they hit the wooden and metal door with all their strength.
The rock around it fell apart, the ropes and glue that held it unraveled.
The door fell.
"TAKE THE CITY" Jon shouted.
The Mercenaries shouted and entered the city with their weapons.
[T/N: This chapter wasn't all that bad, could have been better, I've definitely read better, but it was needed. We also saw the most likely birth of a new religion, so that's cool. If you like this chapter then leave a comment, write a review, and drop some stones. If you want to read a few advanced chapters then check out the P@treon or the Ko-fi. It's well over 20+ chapters ahead!]
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