Game of Thrones: From King of Elden to Teen Wolf Lord

Chapter 99 Red
The Greatjon was only a few steps away from Robb, and the aura of doomed death filled the entire room in an instant.

The soldiers who were still fighting did not feel the strange and terrifying momentum, but they were staggered by the shock.

The Great Jon quickly stepped back. His movements were like a ghost, dexterous and fast. Even in a crowded hall, he could dance wantonly on an empty dance floor.

The soldiers only felt their eyes blur, as if something flew past their eyes, and the next second, the huge Great Jon appeared behind him.

Seeing that Great Jon was about to leave the hall and escape to the free world outside.

Robb, who had been sitting all this time, finally made a move. He knew that his soldiers alone could not stop the God of Many Faces.

Robb tapped his toes slightly, and his entire figure instantly became illusory, disappearing into the air, and then quickly revealed his figure in front.

[Hound Pace]

The Greatjon's movements are ghostly, but Robb is faster!

At the door of the hall, Greatjon was shocked to find that Robb was already holding a dagger that exuded a terrifying aura, waiting for his arrival.

"Since you want to come and see me so much, don't be in a hurry. Stay a little longer before leaving."

Robb's deep voice was accompanied by the waving of his arms, and a half-meter-wide black-red sword energy instantly came to the Great Jon!
!!!

Big Jon couldn't dodge, and he directly took a fatal shot!
The sword energy cut off his body, and the entire left arm fell directly. The moment it landed, a black-red breath appeared instantly, dissolving the arm into the air.

puff!
Great Jon's face turned ugly, as if he was holding a breath in his chest and finally spit it out. He was horrified to find that a large part of his life force had disappeared in an instant!

And this is not a simple disappearance that can be restored through sacrifice and plunder later, but a real disappearance that can never be restored!

Death of Destiny, the reason why it can kill gods is that when it hits the opponent, it permanently erases the upper limit of the opponent's vitality!
Until the life force is completely cut off, even a god will fall!

Black-red sword energy appeared on Robb's hand again. Looking at the ashen-faced Great Jon, he said coldly: "I don't know if you are satisfied with my hospitality. I hope you are satisfied, because if you are not satisfied If so, then I think what follows will be a little hard for you to accept."

If the other party just sent a messenger to assassinate him, Robb could understand that it was for business.

But the other party's body has descended from the gods, what else is there to say?

No matter what the reason is, if you want to kill me, you will not stop until you die!
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The continent of Essos, Braavos, the House of Black and White.

The bottom of the temple, the third floor, the sanctuary.

Only senior priests can set foot here. On the walls of the temple, there are countless faces, which are an important source of disguise for the followers of the Thousand-Faced God.

At this time, a priest was taking inventory. He was wearing a simple gray robe and had a pious face. He looked like a kind and loving priest.

But what he was thinking about at the moment was the assassination information of the faceless men he sent out.

He picked up a face, examined it, and then put it back.

Everything was normal until...

boom!
Just as the priest was checking the mask in his hand, a black-red aura suddenly appeared and swallowed up the mask in his hand.

"What the hell?!"

The priest was frightened and took a step back, looking in horror at the incomprehensible scene before him.

Just when the priest was at a loss, all the masks hanging on the wall burned for no reason and were wrapped in black and red aura.

No, maybe this is not burning, but devouring and eliminating!
It only took less than 5 minutes for all the masks in the entire temple to disappear!

The black and red aura also subsided like a tide, and the room returned to calm. Everything was the same as before, as if nothing had happened.

The priest stood there blankly, at a loss.

"Master Pastor, Master Pastor! It's not good, come and see!"

Outside the church, a congregant banged on the door hurriedly. He was not of a high level and could not enter the church, so he could only shout outside.

The pastor's heart tightened, and a bad premonition suddenly came to his heart. He walked out of the church quickly and grabbed the shoulder of the congregant who reported the message: "What happened?"

The congregant was panting, obviously frightened, and ran like crazy to report the situation: "The statue in the hall of the House of Black and White...the statue in the hall..."

The priest recalled the strange black and red aura just now, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

He left the congregation behind and ran quickly to the hall.

In the hall, all the believers knelt on the ground, with a look of fear on their faces and trembling all over, as if they had encountered something terrible.

The ground was rugged with gravel, and the raised dust had not yet dispersed.

The pastor felt hot blood rushing to his head and almost fainted.

He tremblingly looked at the more than 30 statues on the wall of the hall. The statues of the Weeping Woman, Night Lion, Hooded Walker, Bakaron, Pale Moon Virgin and Mermaid King, which symbolized the Thousand-Faced God, were all broken at this time!

All of these statues began to break from their heads, and their entire bodies collapsed.

It's over... it's over!

What's wrong with God?
The pastor looked at the horrific scene that had never happened in thousands of years before him, and his heart was filled with despair. His faith, his God...

It collapsed on this day.The pastor's eyes were dull, his faith collapsed, his idol collapsed, and thoughts of suicide filled his mind.

In the hall at this time, the most devout believers of the Thousand Faced God were frightened by this scene.

Many people couldn't stand the reality before them. In despair, they took out their daggers, made a cut on their necks, and then lay on the ground waiting for death to come.

The priest was about to do the same. Suddenly, his eyes saw a statue that had not been completely destroyed!

The Stranger, one of the Seven Gods!
Believers of the God of Many Faces believe that Stranger, one of the incarnations of the Seven Gods, is actually one of the myriad identities of the God of Many Faces, so they also enshrine a statue of Stranger in the main hall.

Unlike other statues that had long since collapsed, a huge crack was clearly visible on the neck of this Stranger statue, and it seemed that it was about to fall down at any time.

However, although it was shaky, it still held up!

The priest's grip on the dagger loosened somewhat, but he looked around him with a feeling of sad despair.

In the main hall, those believers whose faith had collapsed had lost too much blood and had fallen asleep ever since.

The blood of countless believers dyed the Court of Black and White red today...

-

In the hall of Luanhe City, no one dared to breathe, as they were shocked by the strange scene in front of them.

Robb was carrying the Greatjon in one hand. No, he was no longer the Greatjon.

The face of this weird creature is constantly changing!
Old people, children, knights, prostitutes...

Countless people's faces changed crazily on his face, and his body shape also kept changing with the changes in his face. When he turned into a child, he almost escaped from Robb's hands.

But Robb's movements did not stop because of these strange changes.

Robb stood behind him, grabbing his head with one hand, and holding the dagger filled with rich black and red aura in the other hand.

In His horrified gaze, Robb slowly put the dagger to His throat.

"Greetings from Robb Stark."

He wanted to say something, but there was a dagger at the throat.

Robb didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so he greeted him gently, and then cut his throat easily.

No blood flowed from his throat, and he fell to the ground limply, and the ever-changing movements on his face stopped.

Everyone looked at Him who was lying on the ground, and then realized that this man had no face at all, only a hollow skin.

After doing all this, Robb clapped his hands and threw the dagger in his hand to the ground casually.

The old weasel sat on the chair, his eyes full of despair.

From the start, his plans never worked, and Robb treated him like a clown.

He is the tool in Robb's hands, the tool he uses to fish.

But he didn't know it, and he was still immersed in the illusion that he was strategizing and playing tricks.

The old weasel said to himself: "You...this is impossible, you should die, you should die..."

The soldiers of the Frey family instantly threw away their weapons, knelt on the ground and cried to their brother Steve Lun: "It's that old beast who forced us, please spare us!"

"It's all the old beast's fault. We are really innocent. I can prove our loyalty to the King of the North right now!"

"Brother, please, have you forgotten that you hugged me when you were a child?"

"Yes, we can prove our loyalty, and we can prove it now. Brother, please pray to the King of the North to spare our lives!"

The members of the Frey family who had thrown away their weapons were crying bitterly and looking at the helpless old weasel, their faces instantly turned vicious.

"It's all your fault! You old beast, you deserve to die for forcing us to do such a thing!"

"Old beast, I'll kill you!!"

The old weasel couldn't hold his face at all. He was terrified and wanted to run away, but he couldn't move at all. He screamed desperately: "No...it's not me, I...shouldn't be like this. It should be the fake king who died." It's in my hand...

You... don't come here, you are my sons, what are you going to do! ! "

The sons and grandsons of the old weasel faced their old father like enemies and began to beat and bite him crazily.

Peng!
Steveron couldn't bear this farce and punched one of his younger brothers: "Damn beasts, tie them all up! Only the King of the North can judge Marquis Walder Frey, you beasts! "

The old weasel was rescued, but there was no good piece of meat on his body and there were wounds all over his body. The old wrinkled skin was torn off by his sons, and it looked bloody and ugly.

His consciousness was blurry: "Don't...save me..."

Without even looking at him, Steveron came to kneel down in front of Robb and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the rebellion of the guilty Frey family has been suppressed. In addition to the Frey family, there are also people in the river. The Bracken family and the affiliated Charles family... participated, and now they are all bound!"

　Finally here, old weasel, kill, kill, kill!

　　The North will never be forgotten!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)