Game of Thrones: Roar of the Dragon

In Winterfell, the majestic but not loud words of the 'Black Crow and Green Prophet' were directly heard by tens of thousands of nobles and civilians in the North.

Even if it wasn't specifically aimed at them, it was just the aftermath of the pressure Jakaris was under.
This also caused the legs of tens of thousands of northern nobles and civilians to soften involuntarily, and they fell to their knees on the ground with a thud.

Outside the city, the Sons of the Forest, who had become extremely awkward due to the fall of the zombie army, were also forced to kneel down due to the pressure.

As a supernatural being, the Green Prophet had a certain resistance ability, but after feeling that great power, she knelt down on the ground in submission.

Even Moon Dancer, who was flying in the sky, seemed to be frightened by the existence emitting terrifying aura, and landed directly on the top of a tower in Winterfell.

Winterfell, which had been filled with shouts of killing, suddenly became extremely quiet, and all the lives that were still breathing tried their best to reduce their presence.

So that the terrifying existence above the two giant creatures' heads would ignore him.

If viewed from the sky, the countless wights outside the gate of Winterfell turned into corpses and fell to the ground, as if they were prostrating themselves in worship of the two giant creatures.

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of humans in the city were kneeling down from the other side, worshiping the two giant creatures, or rather the two figures above their heads.

“Mortal, first you killed my followers, and now you have destroyed my pawns and ruined my great plan.

How dare you stand in front of me like this now?
This is all a challenge to the majesty of God!
Do you think that the power of the evil god behind you is stronger and that I dare not destroy your soul?"

Looking at Jakaris who had been refusing to kneel before him, the 'Black Crow Green Prophet' who had been extremely indifferent just now showed anger on his face.

His voice, as cold as the frost of ten thousand years, once again filled Jakaris's mind.

Kill his followers first? You mean... the Night King?
Chess piece, ruin the plan!
It turns out that the Black Crow Green Prophet was just a captured cicada who obtained the method of becoming a god and wanted to use it to ascend to the throne of God?

Bullshit, he had already been secretly plotted against by the powerful gods.

If the Black Crow and Green Prophet really conquered the North successfully and was deified, he would most likely just become a vessel for this great god.

As for which god he is, in fact, when he called the Night King a believer, he had already revealed his true identity.

"Your Majesty, the great God of Cold? I have no intention of provoking you.

The reason we killed your believers and pawns is because they wanted to kill us and plunder our land.

And we naturally wanted to survive and protect our land, so we had to resist and kill them.

If you are willing to give up, I am willing to bring all the people of the Seven Kingdoms to believe in you!"

Looking at the Black Crow Green Prophet who calls himself God, his power level is obviously not in the same league.

Jacaerys saluted quite respectfully, and then answered in a sincere tone.

There is no way, he is not the Long Aotian in the novel of his previous life.

In a world where gods do exist, one deity clearly possessed powers beyond ordinary powers appeared before Jakaris.

The first thing he considered was how to survive himself and all the people who trusted him and fought for him.

Instead of speaking arrogantly and saying stupid words like "I want to kill gods, kill gods!"

Just as Jacaerys finished speaking, the God of Cold, who was originally furious because of the killing of the Black Crow Green Prophet, suddenly laughed in anger and said, "God of Cold? So, you ants are just like that traitor R'hllor, using such a name to slander me!

Haha, very good!

Now let you enjoy the wrath of the ancient gods that has existed since the beginning of this world!"

Follow your words!
As soon as the great being who called himself an ancient god finished speaking, countless sharp ice cones as big as bamboo shoots instantly emerged from the snow.

what! ! !
A forest of ice cones spread out in all directions with the two of them as the center.

Inside the city gate, the soles of the feet of the Northern Alliance soldiers who were still alive were instantly pierced by sharp ice spikes.

The bright red blood flowed directly down the sharp ice cones, and the screams of countless ordinary soldiers rang out one after another.

And the ancient god’s attack is far from over!

The snowflakes that had been falling from the sky suddenly stopped, and then countless sharp ice needles as big as toothpicks fell from the sky.

呲呲呲!
The ice needles filled the air and pierced into the bodies of all humans and animals inside and outside Winterfell. Each person was pierced by at least hundreds of tiny ice needles.

Screams and wails louder than before rang out, as if they were about to break through the clouds near Winterfell.

Listening to the screams coming one after another, the ancient god was enjoying it as if he was enjoying beautiful music, enjoying the pleasure brought to him by the screams of human beings.

With the power of the ancient gods, as long as the ice cones on the ground or the ice spikes in the sky condense a little bigger,
Perhaps it would be easy to kill all the ordinary humans near the city of Rossby.

But He just didn't do that. It seemed that He wanted to make everyone die slowly in such a painful and torturous way.

Before, when the zombie army fought with the soldiers of the Northern Alliance, it was basically the zombie soldiers who were slaughtered.

But they were originally corpses and would not bleed anymore.

Now, a large amount of bright red blood has soaked the snow on the ground, and the glaring red color is spreading around.

call!
And now there is only one person in the whole arena who can launch an attack against the ancient god's magic.

Jakaris strode forward, slashing at the ancient god with the two long swords of steel in his hands with a whistling sound.

Since this damned ancient god made such a move, Jacaerys knew that this meant that the conflict between the two sides was irreconcilable.

In his eyes, the ancient gods were no longer powerful and superior gods.

But from a scientific point of view, it is nothing more than an advanced creature that has mastered some unknown power!

As long as it is a living thing, it can be killed!
The ancient god looked at Jakaris who launched the attack with disdain and indifference.

As soon as he thought about it, a large number of ice spikes that fell from the sky around him quickly condensed together to form a rectangular ice brick blocking the two.

There's hope! He doesn't seem to know that the steel sword in my hand has the effect of breaking magic!
Seeing the ancient god's response, Jakaris couldn't help but feel happy, and the power in his sword-holding hands continued to surge.

He now wanted to take advantage of the ancient god's arrogance, strike with all his strength, and kill this arrogant guy directly.

clang!
The steel sword carrying Jakaris's enormous power slashed hard on the ice bricks, making a huge golden collision sound.

This ice brick condensed by the magic of the ancient gods neither dissipated due to the magic-breaking properties of the two Wagang swords, nor was it chopped into pieces by the Wagang swords.

Jakaris' full-strength attack only left a shallow white mark on the ice brick!

Looking at Jekaris with a face full of disbelief, the ancient god's eyes moved, and several ice bricks condensed by ice needles at a very fast speed smashed directly towards Jekaris.

Click!

Faced with the ancient god's casual attack, Jakaris did not dare to take it lightly at all.

He held two steel swords with all his might and slashed fiercely at the ice bricks that were thrown at him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the two came into contact, the huge force caused Jakaris to spit out a large mouthful of blood.

But the ancient god had many tricks up his sleeve. He could be heard speaking an unknown language into Jakaris' mind.

"Put on darkness!"

Almost as soon as the words fell, Jakaris's vision began to dim, and finally fell into darkness.

Oops, what kind of magic is this?
The vision fell into darkness, and Jakaris, who became blind for the first time, began to panic.

Oh!

Fortunately, this darkness did not last too long. A flash of light appeared before Jakaris' eyes and he could open his eyes again.

puff!
But just as he opened his eyes, an ice-blue arm suddenly grabbed Jakaris' neck.

With an irresistible force, Jakaris' entire body was lifted directly into the air.

"Hmm? It seems that you don't possess the power of the evil god from another world.

So this giant dragon is your reliance to challenge the gods?
So……"

The ancient god who lifted Jakaris with one hand spoke to him indifferently, while looking down at Womax who was bound by the giant clay man and unable to move.

Whoosh whoosh!
Three huge ice spikes, about 17 or 18 meters long, condensed from the ground and then, driven by some great force, rushed straight towards the immobile Womax.

Sizzle, sizzle…

Each of Womax's dragon legs was pierced by a huge ice spike, and the last ice spike pierced through its back and came out from its chest.

Angwoo!!!

Womacks, who had suffered an unprecedented fatal blow, let out a very miserable cry.

Large streams of boiling hot dragon blood flowed out from Womax's huge body, flowed along the huge ice spikes to the ground, and even melted the frozen ground!
"It's your turn! You tell me how I should punish you, a blasphemer."

Looking at Jakaris, whose face showed despair because of the fatal injury suffered by Womax, the ancient god asked him with interest.

Jacaerys didn't listen to what the old god was saying at all, and listened to the gradually fainter cries of Womax.

From the corner of his eye he saw the Northern Alliance soldiers in Winterfell being tortured by the continuous ice spikes that had turned them into hedgehogs.

Many negative emotions such as despair, unwillingness, and pain surged in his heart.

Ever since I came to this world, I have been carefully calculating every step I take.

Now he has finally ascended the Iron Throne, but is about to be annihilated by the so-called ancient god before him.

Jacaerys had just used all his strength, but he could not pose any threat to the ancient god.

What else can I do?
By the way, I still have hundreds of thousands of entry points accumulated that I haven’t added yet.

Maybe there is still a chance!

As soon as the thought came to mind, it was as if a bright lamp of hope was lit in the dark world.

Jakaris looked down at Womax at his feet, and the data on the entry panel suddenly appeared before his eyes.

He now had no other choice, so he could only upgrade one of the entries...

[Do you want to spend 100000 entry points to upgrade the Glutton (purple) to an orange entry?
Warning: Orange quality entries will interact with this world on a large scale, resulting in a series of unknown changes! 】

As Jakaris thought about it, the warning sign he had seen before appeared again in front of him.

However, this time there will be large-scale interactions and a series of unknown changes.

But it doesn't matter! Could the situation be any worse than it is now?

Huh? What happened?

The ancient god was looking at Jakaris with a half-smile on his face, his face full of despair but also showing a hint of hope.

But suddenly, He seemed to sense something and dropped Jakaris in His hand. An ice ladder appeared under His feet and carried Him into the air.

Then the ancient god was surprised to find that streams of blood were being drawn by a mysterious force, converging from all directions towards Jakaris.

Blah, blah!
The blood gathered from drops into a stream, and then gathered from streams into an incomparably huge, enchanting blood ball with a surface that undulated like waves.

At this moment, it can be said that all the injured humans in Winterfell can feel that the blood in their bodies is being pulled by some force.

After flowing out of the body, it shot towards the two giant creatures outside the city gate, and then sank into the increasingly larger blood ball.

The most shocking thing was that the boiling dragon blood flowing from the huge dragon body of Womax under Jakaris' feet was also drawn away and then directly sank into the enchanting blood ball in the sky.

When it condenses to a certain degree, this enchanting blood ball splits into two.

They shot towards Jakaris and Womax respectively.

Gulu!
After absorbing all the blood with his body, Jakaris suddenly raised his head. His blood-red eyes pierced into the heart of the ancient god like sharp swords, causing him to feel a strong sense of crisis.

hold head high! ! !
Womacks, who had been restrained and unable to move by the giant clay man, also broke free.

Its eyes were also red at this moment, as if it had fallen into a state of rage at the same time as Jakaris.

The ancient god didn't say any more nonsense. He stretched out his hands forward and then shook hands hard towards Jakaris and Womax.

The gray clouds with countless tiny ice spikes in the sky condensed, and a giant ice-blue palm that was big enough to cover the sky stretched out from the gray clouds.

He grabbed straight at Jakaris and Womax who had not made any move yet.

boom!
When this pair of giant hands covering the sky and the earth were about to hold Jakaris and Womax in their palms.

An extremely powerful, enchanting blood-red beam of light burst out from the bodies of Jakaris and Womax.

This blood-colored beam of light was formed purely from the vaporized blood that Jakaris and Womacks had just absorbed, and the force of its explosion was as violent as a volcanic eruption.

Wow!
The blood-red light column that shot straight into the sky directly cut off the front half of the pair of ice-blue giant palms that were about to close, and the fingers that fell into the blood-red light column were directly melted away.

At the same time, the blood-colored beam of light continued to pour into the gray clouds in the sky. The gray clouds in the sky were directly dispersed.

The sun, which had been hidden by gray clouds for a long time, revealed its true face. The warm winter sun that shines on all things brought hope to the hearts of everyone who looked at Jakaris.

Jacaerys in the blood-red light column looked at the surprised ancient god with his blood-red eyes, and said calmly: "We are weaker than you, but you treat us as ants and crush us at will.

Now, you are also an ant in my eyes!
Since you call yourself a god, I, an ordinary person, will kill you today!" (End of this chapter)