Game of Thrones: Roar of the Dragon

Chapter 156 How to Become a God
"You are...Jacaerys?"

Lanino looked at Jacaris, who vaguely looked like a child, and asked uncertainly at first.
But before Jakaris could answer, he immediately shook his head and denied it.
“No, you’re not him.

You are a minion of the evil god from another world, and you have simply taken over his body.

I, the Lord of Light, will definitely purify you completely and allow the real Jacaerys to regain control of your body!"

"Oh? Is this how R'hllor brainwashed you?

Hehe, I won’t argue with you about the evil god’s minions and body possession.

But how can you purify me?
Because if you don't stop the bleeding quickly, you're going to die!"

This world is different from the TV series in the previous life. Jakaris is still very interested in possessing the power of Lanino's grace.

So he chuckled and spoke directly to challenge her.

Lannino's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this, and he immediately rushed towards Jakaris with a sword in hand.

Edmund behind him wisely withdrew from the battle and turned to organize the remaining cavalry to pursue the enemy who began to flee because of the arrival of Vermax.

clang!
puff! ! !
There was a loud metallic collision sound, and Lannino flew back and fell to the ground at a speed faster than before.

This was just a casual strike from Jacaris, and he did it with the sword scabbard on his back.

If it was Blackfire, this sword might have cut off the sword in Lanino's hand and split him in two.

Lannino was already injured in the back half and took a strong blow.

Now he fell directly to the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, and was completely unable to get up.

But even the members of the Hand of Holy Fire have concentrated wine of courage, so how could he, a leader who can be resurrected repeatedly, be without it?
He took out a medicine tube containing concentrated solution of Courage Wine from his waist with great effort, then slowly bit off the cork with his teeth and poured the liquid into his mouth tremblingly.

While he was drinking the concentrated wine of courage, Jakaris, who was not far away, was kicking the stones on the ground with a bored look on his face.

With his current explosive power, if he was serious, he could have rushed over and beheaded Lannino with his Vargan sword, or cut off his hand holding the potion tube.

But just for fun, he now has enough confidence to wait for Lannino to take drugs and reach his strongest state.

After a few breaths, the concentrated wine of courage began to take effect.

Lannino's eyes turned blood red just like those members of the Hand of Holy Fire, and his heavy breathing sounded like that of a wild beast.

At the same time, his body swelled like an inflatable ball.

Thick blood vessels like little red snakes were wriggling constantly, gradually covering Lannino's exposed skin.

Lannino, who was in a state of rage, stretched out his hand and pushed the ground, and his nearly two-meter-tall body suddenly stood up.

In fact, the concentrated liquid of wine of courage did not have the effect of recovering from injuries, and Lanino's injuries were not healed.

It's just that his whole body is numb and he can't feel any pain.

Bang bang bang!
The body, like a little giant, stomped heavily on the ground and rushed towards the smiling Jakaris like an out-of-control tank.

"Is this an explosion? Hey, interesting!"

Upon seeing this, Jacaerys immediately reached out and swung Blackfire into a sword flower, then put it back into the scabbard at his waist.

Then he slightly arched his legs, assumed a wrestling stance, opened his arms and glared at Lannino.

Bang!
Chi Chi Chi!
As soon as the little giant Lanino bumped into Jakaris, he was grabbed by his hands with great precision.

The huge impact force caused Jakaris' feet to plow two six or seven meter long grooves on the ground.

When Lanino’s standing strength was exhausted, Jakaris suddenly turned around and exerted force, throwing the little giant over his shoulder.

Ouch!
Lannino's body hit the ground heavily, and the huge impact force caused a large amount of blood to spurt out of his mouth.

But Lannino, who felt no pain at all, struggled to get up again as if nothing had happened.

But Jakaris, who had almost seen through his power, didn't give him any chance.

Crack, crack!
Jakaris exerted force with both hands suddenly, and Lanino's hands were immediately twisted into a knot.

With lightning speed, he raised his feet and stepped on the ankles of Lanino who was still lying on the ground.

The enormous force instantly crushed Lannino's ankles and bent them into a strange 90-degree angle.

Even so, Lanino still felt no pain.

When he lost control of his hands and feet, the only thing he could attack was his teeth.

Seeing that Lannino had no ability to resist, Jacaerys waved his hand to signal Edmund who was not far away to come over.

He planned to have several cavalrymen take Lanino back to Nadollan Town for treatment.

Then let Ella study it carefully to see if she can figure out how Lanino was resurrected through divine grace.

But it backfired!
Puff puff!
There was a series of muffled sounds coming from Lannino's body on the ground, and then dozens of fine streams of blood spurted out from his body.

It looked just like the scene in A Chinese Odyssey where Uncle Tat was covered in blood.

After the blood was sprayed out of the body, it began to evaporate immediately.

So at this moment, Lannino's entire body was like a pressure cooker that was spewing bloody steam in all directions.

Bang!
As blood continued to spurt out, Lannino's little giant-like body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, he turned into a dried corpse just like the mummy in his previous life.

"Do not!!!"

With a loud shout, a red figure stood out among the fleeing non-members of the Hand of Holy Fire.

Edmund wanted to call on his cavalry to stop the red figure.

But Jakaris seemed to have thought of something and reached out to stop him.

The red figure was naturally Cole Quirey, who rushed to Jakaris and others at the fastest speed.

He threw himself on Lanino's corpse, put his hand on his heart, and prayed loudly: "My Lord, the King of Light, please shine your light on this person.

Save him from horrible death and endless darkness.

The fire in his heart has gone out, I hope it can be rekindled under your light! "

The prayer ended, and R'hllor's grace once again descended upon the world.

Lannino, who had turned into a mummy, was just like in a funny cartoon in his previous life. He was directly beaten up by some mysterious force and restored to his original state.

Not only that, the sword wound on his lower back, and the injuries on his hands and feet have all healed.

Wow!

When Lannino sat up again, Jacaerys had ordered Edmund to take several cavalrymen to tie them up with ropes.

After witnessing this miraculous resurrection scene, he was now very envious of this resurrection ability. After instructing Edmund to take care of the guard work, he grabbed Lanino and the two of them rode on Womax and flew towards Mill City.

The Hand of Fire was almost wiped out in this ambush, and Jakaris' army could then easily occupy the disputed land.

……

Westeros, the North.

The Dreadfort is located on the upper reaches of the River of Tears and backed by the Lonely Mountain, allowing the Bolton family to own the rare mineral resources in the bitter cold north.

The Bolton family, which has a tradition of skinning people since ancient times, has benefited from this. Over the years, they have maintained a strong military force and extraordinary combat effectiveness.

Moreover, the Dreadfort's reputation of being easy to defend and difficult to attack is well-known in the North.

This is a very solid war fortress, and the entire Dreadfort has a stepped structure.

On each of the towering stone walls stood at least three garrison forts, all topped with sharp jagged battlements.

Just from the appearance, it gives people a feeling of being cold and ominous.

Perhaps it was because of this sturdy castle, which had only fallen once in history, that the Bolton family was able to ignore the extremely unreasonable conscription order from Winterfell.

By the way, the only time it fell was not when the Dreadfort was captured by Zhengming.

Instead, the Boltons were besieged by the Starks in the Dreadfort for two full years, until their food supplies ran out and they surrendered due to starvation.

At this time, a gray cloud with snowflakes falling appeared in the sky outside the Dreadfort.

After successively acquiring corpses that had been buried for thousands of years in the Last Hearth City and the City of Kaho, this army of the dead was at least twice as large as the previous attack on the Last Hearth City.

Now, from the perspective of ordinary people, it is basically impossible to see where the end of the army of the dead is.

It was still the same old siege routine. When they got close to the Dreadfort at a certain distance, the army of the dead, like the ocean, began to run madly.

shhhhhh!
The powerful Dreadfort had made preparations in advance. Lord Bolton directly recruited all the men and women in the city who could shoot arrows to the city walls.

So when these thousands of rockets that were ignited in advance on the bowstrings were fired, it truly interpreted what a meteor shower was.

The effect of this attack was quite obvious. A large number of zombies at the front of the sea of ​​​​the dead fell down immediately.

Except for the zombies with bare bones, any zombies with a little rotten flesh were ignited by the fueled rockets and turned directly into burning corpses that fell to the ground.

The following ghouls were either tripped by the burning corpses or ignited by the flames on them.

A land of burning fire immediately appeared in the sea of ​​the dead.

This wave of flaming arrows turned at least seven or eight thousand zombies into charred corpses, but it was nothing compared to the ocean-like army of zombies.

The sea of ​​the dead soon surged to the walls of the Dreadfort, and then began to pile up a staircase of bones according to the siege method most familiar to the wights.

Wow!
Hoo ho ho!
On the walls of the Dreadfort, fuel and rockets were constantly fired at the group of zombies building a staircase of bones below.

Soon the stairs of bones below were ignited.

But this time, perhaps because there was some interval, the children of the forest did not use the magic of the sea hammer to put out the fire and destroy the city.

Tick, tick!
I saw the gray clouds in the sky rapidly surging and turning into black clouds. Then, snowflakes stopped falling and drops of rain began to fall from them.

It started out as a drizzle, then slowly turned into moderate rain, and finally became a downpour.

Needless to say, the flames beneath the walls of the Dreadfort were extinguished in the pouring rain.

The Dreadfort defenders on the city walls were also affected by the rainstorm, and encountered many problems, including limited vision and slipping.

But corpse ghosts are different from humans. They don't care how heavy the rain is. They only care about building a ladder of bones to enter the city and kill living people.

Earl Bolton, who had been observing the situation on the city wall, seemed to have sensed something was wrong, but in such a heavy rain, he really couldn't judge the current battle situation.

There's no other way, for safety reasons.

When Lord Bolton saw the first wight rushing up the battlements of the Dreadfort, he immediately gave the order and activated the Bolton family's ultimate defense plan in advance.

Click, click, click!
I saw that the middle wall of the Dreadfort had opened up into gaps about four or five meters long and thirty to forty centimeters wide.

Then, a series of strange defensive devices composed of four sharp sickle blades stretched out.

“Push quickly!”

As the Dreadfort defenders inside the city wall exerted their strength, the sharp sickles began to rotate from slow to fast.

Whoohoo!
These sickle-blade defensive devices, which were forcibly pushed by the defenders of the Dreadfort in the city wall, began to rotate like the blades of electric fans in the previous life.

Click, click!

Along with the sound of bones breaking, a large number of body parts and bone fragments flew everywhere.

These zombies that formed part of the staircase of bones were directly cut into pieces of stone and bones by the giant sickle-blade defense device that rotated 360 degrees continuously.

I saw that the ladder of bones that was almost reaching the top of the Dreadfort wall was broken in the middle!
The numerous corpses on top of the staircase of bones suddenly fell to the ground like dumplings, and were shattered beyond recognition.

When these giant sickle-blade defense devices of the Dreadfort started to rotate, the Dreadfort defenders on the city walls suddenly felt the pressure reduced, and even began to have nothing to do.

But these methods were only effective for a while. The ocean of the dead was like waves, hitting the reef-like Dreadfort again and again.

The battle lasted for a whole day and night, and no one knew how many corpses were killed.

Anyway, there is no need for wights to build the Wight Stairs under the walls of the Dreadfort, and the remains of the eliminated wights are enough.

The Dreadfort defenders were already too tired to even lift their hands, and the giant sickle-blade defensive devices on the city walls had long since become tattered, with most of their blades broken.

Now it has basically no lethality.

About half a day later, the Ocean of the Dead passed through countless corpse remains and reached the top of the Dreadfort's wall.

Without the advantage of terrain, how could these exhausted humans possibly be a match for the tireless zombies?

Seeing that his defense line had been completely lost, Lord Bolton immediately wanted to commit suicide with a dagger.

He didn't want to experience the feeling of being hacked to death by those zombies.

Suddenly, the wights that were madly slaughtering the Dreadfort soldiers stopped.

They used themselves as a fence, imprisoning the surviving Dreadfort soldiers on the city walls.

Seeing that there was still hope of survival, Earl Bolton immediately put the dagger in his arms and raised his hands in surrender.

Outside the Dreadfort, Mint looked at the human behind him who was being driven forward by countless wights.

He immediately frowned and asked, "Great Black Crow Green Prophet, why do we have to take so many human captives with us?

Wouldn't it be more convenient to turn them into ghouls?"

The Black Crow Green Prophet, who had completely transformed into the Night King, already knew that the Dreadfort had been captured. He smiled and replied, "This is for the purpose of becoming a god. They are the means by which I can become a god and ascend to the throne of God!"

(End of this chapter)