Game of Thrones: The Road to Pirate King

Chapter 413 Showing Off—You're Still a Long Way Off

Three days spent in New Gis, neither the heavily guarded military camp nor the bustling arena could compare to the astonishing gains made on the final day at that ancient temple.

The temple of the Harpy stands in a secluded spot near the volcanic cliffs of the city, and is older than any military building.

On the obsidian walls, the marks of time far outweigh the scratches of swords, and the air is thick with the smell of sulfur.

The scent of incense mingled with something more ancient and profound. This place was considered a sacred site in the city, yet it also carried a hint of eeriness, originating from the era of the destruction of the ancient Gith, which even the benevolent rulers were reluctant to discuss.

Euron stepped alone into the temple's dark inner sanctum, leaving Alicia and all his entourage outside. The enormous harpy statue cast a distorted, flickering shadow in the light of the crackling sacrificial fire, its eyes, inlaid with black gemstones, seeming to stare at every intruder.

Euron stood directly in front of the statue, his bloodline belonging to the Grey Sea King seemingly awakened and attracted by some ancient and violent being of the same origin, unleashing his primal, predatory divine power to devour it!

An invisible vortex suddenly formed around him, and the divine power belonging to the harpy, which had accumulated in the temple for thousands of years, was now violently stirred and drawn in, like an undercurrent sleeping deep underground.

Invisible to the naked eye, but Euron's spiritual senses clearly "saw" and "felt" that torrents of dark golden energy, imbued with faith, curses, and immense power, were surging wildly into his body. This process was not a gentle acceptance, but a savage absorption, a devouring; he absorbed a considerable portion of it!

Intense energy washed over his limbs and bones, reshaping his very essence.

Deep within his perception, two lines of clear text emerged, seemingly formed from the very rules themselves:

[Successfully absorbed ancient divine power, gaining 100,000 Soul Points]

[Successfully absorbed ancient divine power, gained 80,000 system points]

Strength +1, Agility +1

Euron's trip to New Gith has finally brought him the "prey" he truly coveted.

On the fourth day, before the morning sea fog had completely dissipated, all six benevolent lords were present at the port of Newgis, dressed in their most solemn robes, to personally see Euron Greyjoy off. This was both the highest honor and a way to ensure that this unsettling guest truly left their fortress.

However, when the group arrived at the merchant ship berth and their eyes swept over the Ice and Fire Merchant Guild's merchant ships, which should have been full of crew members and ready to set sail, they were all taken aback.

The decks of those ships were deserted, the mooring lines neatly arranged, and the sails tightly bound. Apart from the occasional seagull perching there, not a single person could be seen. An eerie silence enveloped them, completely out of place with the bustling scene that a harbor should be.

The benevolent Max Mo Cantak was the first to lose his composure. He forced a smile, pointed to the empty ships, and asked with barely concealed bewilderment, "Lord Euron, why are these ships completely empty? Are your crew still lingering in the city?"

Euron turned around slowly upon hearing this, and said with a faint smile, "Merchant ships? They will naturally continue their voyage to Yunkai, and perhaps Meereen. Business must be done." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the questioning faces of each benefactor, before slowly revealing the answer: "As for us? We will not leave with them."

Upon hearing this, the bewilderment on the faces of the benevolent men instantly turned to astonishment and doubt. Not leave with his own fleet? How else could he possibly escape from this isolated military fortress overseas?

Another benefactor, Gerhard Zorahzan, couldn't help but step forward, his voice slightly tense: "Then—may I ask which boat you wish to take? We have not prepared any alternative transportation for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if to confirm the unspoken meaning in his words, the once calm sea in the harbor suddenly exploded!

With a deafening roar, the head of a colossal creature pierced the dark green seawater, sending waves several meters high crashing onto the dock. Then, its unimaginably long body rose segment by segment from the depths of the sea, displaying an overwhelming, crushing power before all the witnesses.

【Sea centipede】.

It is a true sea king creature, the embodiment of the deep sea's nightmare.

It is nearly two hundred meters long, resembling a moving pale mountain range. Its body is composed of nearly a hundred enormous segments, each covered with a bony shell, giving it a sickly, pale white appearance, as if it had been soaking in the deep sea for thousands of years.

What is most terrifying is its ferocious head, with six deep red compound eyes in two rows, like burning hellfire, coldly staring at the tiny, ant-like creatures on the shore. Along its unimaginably large body, on each side of each segment, grows a pair of sharp, giant spear-like legs that cut through the air with a sickening metallic scraping sound.

This terrifying sea monster, which only existed in legends, climbed ashore and crushed the rocks with its thorny belly, making a series of terrifying sounds as the rocks crumbled.

Instantly, the crowd that had been maintaining order on the dock erupted like an anthill tossed with stones, bursting into screams and cries of utter terror. Whether fully armed Iron Legion soldiers or seasoned, benevolent rulers, all retreated involuntarily, many even collapsing to the ground due to their weak legs. The war elephants let out terrified bellows, pacing anxiously on the ground; even they were awed by the absolute pressure emanating from the top of the food chain.

Amidst this extreme chaos and fear, Euron Greyjoy stood silently, holding Alicia's hand.

The dock was deathly silent for a moment, then it was broken by the ear-piercing sound of metal scraping together.

The guards of the New Gissoites instinctively drew their weapons, the gleaming blades trembling in the morning light—not because of their bravery, but because extreme fear made their hands and feet tremble uncontrollably. The young guards, who had never seen such an unimaginably terrifying beast, turned deathly pale, their legs buckling, almost collapsing to the ground, barely supported by their halberds.

Under the watchful eyes of countless terrified figures, the enormous bone-splitting sea centipede did not display a destructive attack. Its head, covered in pale bone armor, lowered, exuding the chilling aura of the deep sea, and slowly circled Euron and Alicia, its legs leaving deep marks on the ground.

Its terrifying head stopped, as if sensing malice. It suddenly turned towards the group of benevolent guardians who were on high alert, its huge mouth slightly open, revealing layers of spiraling sharp teeth inside, and let out a low and threatening hissing roar.

The stench was overwhelming, almost suffocating the guards in the front row.

At that tense moment, when swords were about to fall, Euron casually, almost affectionately, patted its hard, cold body, as if soothing a slightly restless mount. His gaze passed over the trembling blades and landed on the pale-faced lords: "My steed," he announced with a slight smile, "has arrived."

As soon as Euron finished speaking, the hideous head of the jointed sea centipede obediently lowered until it touched the damp dock floor.

Euron glanced at Alicia, then stepped forward, treading onto the pale, bone-like carapace. Their steps were steady, following the sharp, spear-like legs along its sides, as if ascending a strange staircase. In a few leaps, they climbed its broad, plaza-like back, finally standing high atop its head, which was covered with deep red compound eyes.

The sea breeze blew, fluttering their robes.

Euron looked down at the group of pale-faced, yet trying-to-remain composed, benevolent figures, a radiant smile spreading across his face. He casually waved his hand, his voice carrying clearly through the silent harbor: "Thank you for your hospitality. Until we meet again!"

The benevolent figures forced out stiff smiles that were more like cries, mechanically waving goodbye, all their pride and dignity crushed in that moment by the shadow of the deep-sea behemoth.

Without pausing for a moment, the massive body of the sea centipede slowly twisted, making a dull thud as it crushed rocks, and plunged into the deep blue sea.

Once it entered the water, its seemingly clumsy body instantly displayed astonishing speed, like a pale lightning bolt, cutting a long ripple on the sea surface and swimming swiftly, carrying the two people on its back straight towards the distant sea.

The salty sea breeze rushed towards him, and as he felt the immense power and speed of the behemoth beneath his feet, and looked back at the increasingly smaller military city-state that had once been on high alert against him, an indescribable sense of exhilaration surged within Euron.

Euron recalled the elaborate welcoming ceremony arranged by the benevolent rulers, the war elephants, the iron legion, and the ancient rituals that seemed humble but actually contained intimidation. He couldn't help but feel secretly pleased, as if he had played a scary joke, a kind of humor that only he could fully appreciate: showing off.

Let me show you who's the biggest liar!