Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 1203 R'hllor's Competitor

"Madam, did you find out clearly? What is the background of the new devil king?" R'hllor asked flatteringly.

Cersei glanced at him, and said lightly: "Instead of caring about others, it's better to work hard to improve yourself."

"My lady, I can't help but pay attention! To tell you the truth, my Great Demon King's personality has been shaken. Do you understand what this means?" R'hllor said anxiously.

Thousands of years have passed, and Cersei Demon is no longer the extraordinary little white that year, and his face immediately changed slightly when he heard the words.

"You mean that Melkor might replace you?"

The Great Demon King of Hell quickly asked, "His name is Melkor? Where did he come from?"

"That guy is arrogant and indifferent. My seduction technique doesn't work at all, and I hardly get any secrets out." Cersei sighed.

"You seduced him?!" R'hllor was furious.

She is his wife!
"Otherwise? Should I ask directly, and without paying any price, he will tell himself in secret?" Cersei said angrily.

R'hllor was depressed, but he couldn't refute.

"Isn't he a man, even you can't seduce him?" He said awkwardly.

Now he is not reconciled to his wife not being able to seduce her.

"That guy only wants to recruit soldiers and horses, to enclose his territory on the seventh floor of hell, to develop his own power, and he has no idea about love and love.

Seeing me flirting and coquettish, the first thing he thought of was not lust, but stroking my chin to weigh what role I could play under his command. ’ Cersei said resentfully.

"Concentrate on your career?! What a serious confidant!" R'hllor exclaimed.

With a cry, R'hllor was relieved again: Melkor didn't give him a hat, and he offended Cersei, so he doesn't have to worry about adulterers colluding with each other to plot his foundation.

Cersei took a deep look at him and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the Seven Gods are very dissatisfied with your slack.

Melkor, Sauron and other alien evil gods are the ones who brought you into hell to stimulate you.Silver carp effect, understand? "

"Of course I understand, but I didn't slack off! Didn't you see my hard work these years?" R'hllor said aggrievedly.

"What's the use of just working hard? It depends on the effect! So far you haven't sung a complete song of laws. In the new world that is developing more and more rapidly, why should you be the great devil?"

"In just 8000 years, my Song of Shadows has already reached 25.1478319% progress, and the Song of Poisonous Fire has also started.

In the whole hell, besides you, who can practice faster than me? " R'hllor said arrogantly.

"I'm afraid the Black Madonna doesn't think so." Cersei sighed softly, "You also know how fast our world has developed in the past few thousand years, and there are even five true gods among humans who can sing the song of complete laws.

Counting non-human beings, there are more than ten true gods in the astral world.

But what about the hell that corresponds to the astral world?

There is not a single true god!

If I were the Black Madonna, I would be dissatisfied.

In fact, you and I should be thankful that there is no true god in hell, otherwise, you will definitely lose the status of the Great Demon King. "

R'hllor pulled his hair with a painful expression, "This is unreasonable, our world is still in the lower universe, and theoretically, a true god should not be born."

"Theory? Theoretically, our world has long been destroyed in hoarfrost, but how prosperous is the world now?

You have lived for tens of millions of years. Let’s talk about it. Compared with the upper universe tens of millions of years ago, is the current world stronger or weaker? " Cersei said in a bad mood.

R'hllor was stunned, and suddenly stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and begged, "We can't just sit and wait for death! If we fight hard, I don't have the confidence to deal with that Melkor.

You know how dark the heart of the Black Madonna is.

The outsiders who can be accepted by the world of the Seven Gods are all talented and will be of great benefit to the world.

Of the five human true gods in the star realm, except Qizang that bald donkey, the other four are all immigrants!
Even if Jon Targaryen and Jaime Lanlister are as talented as they are, they will not be able to raise the Song of Law to Dzogchen within 1 years.

But those guys are all children of destiny, blessed with the will of the world!
Alien true gods are even more terrifying. There is not a single local beast god, and they all come from other worlds.

I'm afraid that the guys like Melkor and Sauron are also similar to 'Thunder God Dennis' (according to the plan before the dwarf left, Saladin and the silver woman Targaryen gave birth to a son, half of which is of alien blood), possessing powerful talents With extraordinary blood. "

"What do you have to do?" Cersei asked worriedly.

For thousands of years, her body has been tortured in the mountains of swords and seas of fire, and her pain has not diminished at all, but her spirit is projected into hell as a master, shouting and shouting, showing off her power, so unhappy.

If Melkor replaces R'hllor as the new Great Demon Lord, will the demon children in hell still respect her Queen Cersei?

It's fine if Melkor is lustful, thousands of years have passed, she has long been tired of R'hllor, and she doesn't mind seeing the Black Virgin as a witness, annulling the holy marriage, and switching to the arms of King Mi.

But that guy can't get hard
"How are we better than the immigrants?" R'hllor whispered.

Cersei raised her eyebrows, bit her bright red lips lightly with her white teeth, and her little pink tail swayed from side to side behind her.

After a long time, she said helplessly: "It seems that immigrants are better than us in every aspect. Back then Targaryen ruled the world, but now a third of the kingdom has changed owners.

Facing the impact of foreign immigrants, Targaryen is still unable to withstand it, and we are even weaker. "

"But we have connections!"

"You are alone, what connections do you have?" Cersei gave him a blank look.

"Your family is also my relatives, so you can ask my brother-in-law for help." R'hllor took it for granted.

Cersei looked incredible, "You asked me to go to James and ask James to help you? In the early years, he slashed you 100% with one sword, now."

She sighed wistfully, "I don't know what the charm of Brienne's ugly woman is. The two of them haven't divorced yet. Anyway, he won't help you."

"I mean, he's also his brother-in-law, and Tyrion." Seeing the displeasure on her face, R'hllor stomped his feet and said, "I can't wait to remember those bad things in the early years?!"

"I almost forgot what Tyrion looked like." Cersei smiled wryly.

The first level of hell, in front of the gate of the trial division.

There are hundreds of thousands of human torches of the "violators" lined up on both sides, with no end in sight at a glance.

They are all undead who have violated traditional ethics and morals such as sacred oaths, sacred marriages, and guest rights.

He went to hell after death and was made into a human torch.

Every undead who is judged by the heavenly father will walk through a long passage of human torches, and will be so frightened that he can't control himself.

At this time, under the orange light of the torch, a silver-haired old man bound by chains was pulling the sleeve of a girl in a black dress and pleading.

"I'm all for Targaryen, grandma, I also attended your 3000th birthday banquet, you must help me." The old man begged.

"I'm just a ghost messenger to suppress evil spirits, not a judge. I can't speak in front of the heavenly father, and I can't help you."

The pale girl carrying a huge blood blade scythe said in embarrassment.

After the old man was pulled into the gate of the Judgment Division, Cersei approached the girl, with a flattering look on her face, and said, "Lyanna, is your mother Arya here?"

"There is a demigod necromancer in the Far East who sacrifices the souls of living people to make ghost banners. My mother just rushed over." The girl said lightly.

Cersei nodded, and asked again: "That old man just now, seems to be Tepp Targaryen from the 'Revival'?"

"Has he sacrificed blood to you?" The girl's eyes were cold.

Cersei was noncommittal, and smiled lightly: "I think his idea is very good-resist immigration, make Targaryen great again-not only Targaryen, but many old families in the world of the Seven Gods are deeply touched by this."

"You go tell the Holy Mother about this." The girl's expression was still so indifferent.

"I came here this time for the purpose of emigrating, but it's not the emigration from the underworld, but the new group of demon kings from other worlds that have appeared in the Seven Hells." Cersei said seriously.

"My mother and I are 'reapers with the scythe,' regardless of this kind of thing."

Cersei thought for a while, and said, "Can you go to the Arctic Kingdom and call your father?"

"My father is in retreat, and he won't come out until he breaks through to the Real God Realm. No one will see him in the last 2000 years."

"Even he feels the pressure?" Cersei wondered.

"Tyrion is back. He not only broke through to the true god, but also comprehended the song of the five laws." Lyanna said with a complicated expression.

"What?" Cersei was so shocked that her mouth turned crooked, "That guy's talent is blunt, and he even got promoted to a demigod through the back door. How could he sing the song of five laws in such a short time?!"

"Uncle went to the upper universe, where the laws are easier to comprehend. It seems that Melko and other demon kings from other worlds were also brought back by him." The girl said.

Cersei's complexion changed, and she asked in a shy voice, "Where is he at the moment?"

"Uncle came back 50 years ago, so he should be in Tianlong Temple now."

Cersei was silent.

"I'm wronged, I sacrificed blood to the devil king, I was full of nonsense, I broke my oath, I started a mass riot, I admit it all, but this is all to make Targaryen great again!"

The old man squatted on the ground, and was dragged forward by two ghost soldiers, screaming for grievances.

Cersei and Lyanna watched from the side, watching the ghost pawns drag him to the end of the human torch, seal him in the stone wall, clamp his tongue with iron pliers and pull it out vigorously, then tie the tongue in a knot to make it shrink Not going, so he nailed a red-hot iron drill into his forehead, flames spewed out along the nail hole, and another human torch took shape.

"It's miserable, it's so cruel, and even Targaryen doesn't get any preferential treatment." Cersei murmured.

"The world belongs to the people of the world, not the Targaryens," sighed Lyanna Targaryen.

Cersei's eyes flickered, and she said, "Can you send me a message to call Tyrion over?"

"I can tell the Beibing Palace, but I can't guarantee whether he will come or not."

Tyrion was surprised that the old bitch would find him.

This represents softness in disguise!
So, when he received the letter, he rushed over immediately.

Cersei hasn't changed much, she's still a succubus slut, but she doesn't get mad at him.

"You have changed so much!"

On the contrary, it was Tyrion's appearance and temperament that surprised Cersei.

"Witnessed the prosperity and destruction of a universe, tens of billions of years, lost the concept of time." Tyrion sighed.

(End of this chapter)