Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 739

"Roar--"

"Ow—"

"what--"

"Ah-"

The blue stars slowly rose from the ruins of Donghaiwang, and the next moment, several thunderous roars exploded around the blue stars. It was not the sound of nature, but the roar of the gods.

Not a metaphor, that is the roar of the gods.

Even though it was more than ten kilometers away from Donghaiwatch, the roar still echoed in my ears like thunder.

At first, it sounded like howling winds, waves, crows, earthquakes, and the sky falling, but gradually, all night watchmen heard the stirring and majestic emotions from those natural sounds.

They heard the conflicting emotions of laughter and anger in the howling of the wind, they heard it, and then they were dizzy and their ears buzzed.

In the rush of the waves they heard malice and joy, again two simultaneous and contradictory emotions, and they heard it, and then their heads bleed and their ears bleed.

They heard the worship of attachment and the narration with longing in the crows. They heard it, and then their souls were hit by a high-speed truck, and then they lost consciousness and fell on the deck.

Ninety percent of the sailors have fallen, and only the most resolute fighters are left. In the cold fog, they hear the screams that tear their souls, like a blade scraping glass. It has been scratched by their ears for 1 years, and they hug their heads. Howling, wishing I could faint.

There are many voices, but they can't distinguish them.

They heard it right, it was not only the sound made by nature, but also the gods were roaring, laughing, cursing, begging,

The White Ghost King is there.

The Drowned God came on the waves.

The Storm God rides the tornado storm.

Bran, the mutilated three-eyed crow, "rides" the crow.

Even R'hllor, the Lord of Light, pushed aside the heavy cloud of lead, and descended on the gate of the world with his own brilliance.

In addition to them, there are many gods and devils. They either devote their will, or lurk in the magic tide as a melon-eating crowd, or end up in person, or hide aside, ready to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

It can be said that the gods and demons in the world of Song of Ice and Fire, those who are qualified to intervene, have invested at least one consciousness; those who are not qualified or capable, but have desires, have always paid attention to this matter.

Uh, except for the newly promoted Seven Gods.

The Dragon Queen is barely qualified to play a role, but she knows very little about the secrets of the ancient times, so she never imagined that such a thing would happen to the Great Wall.

So, she set up a deck chair in the garden on the top floor of the Great Pyramid, wearing casual silk trousers, with bare feet, enjoying the increasingly rare "sunset glow"—it was actually afternoon.

The centaur maid Ji Qi massaged her, and Yili fed her grapes, dates, strawberries and other fruits in turn.

There is also Xiao Wu floating in the air, singing a melodious and melodious ballad, and more than a dozen musicians have prepared harps, pianos, trumpets, violins, drums and other instruments to provide accompaniment for Xiao Wu.

On the lawn of the garden opposite, there are sixteen young girls who are graceful and graceful.

From the wind back to the sleeves, the sun turns to the flowers, presenting a graceful dance to the Dragon Queen.

The five giant dragons, big black and small green, lie on the thick low wall of the garden, squint their eyes, and enjoy the rare sunny afternoon with their mother.

Well, after the Battle of Meereen, the Dragon Queen started an unprecedented leisurely life.

"Lord God, I am the God of Storms. Without Song of the Wind, what kind of God of Storms is there? Give me your last legacy!" The Eye of the Storm screamed at the blue stars.

"Lord God, there is no wave without wind, I am the Drowned God, without the song of the wind, how can I control the sea? Lord God, please be sure to choose me as your successor!" The patched face in the waves, eyes shooting three feet of golden light, looking at the blue light stars , Looking up to the sky and screaming.

"Oh, you have become true gods, and are no longer my gods!" A tired and weak voice came from among the blue stars.

It's the goalkeeper!

"No, Lord God, I will always be your god, and you will always be my Lord God." When the door god responded, Patchface and Eye of the Storm were overjoyed and spoke almost at the same time.

"Well, since you still think of me as the main god, then" the door god gasped weakly, and said slowly, "then I declare in the name of the main god, you go!"

淹神

storm god

If they can assume human form, the two of them must have distorted faces now.

Uh, Patch's face was stunned, and the tornado storm almost froze for a moment.

"Your legacy" the patch face murmured.

"It's not for you." There was a third of impatience in the door god's weak voice.

Patchface and Eye of the Storm were silent, but they did not leave.

"Old man, you did the right thing. Your inheritance cannot be left to those two incompetent evil gods." The brilliance of the sun was so brilliant in an instant that it actually illuminated the ruins of Donghaiwang as if it were daytime.

Well, it's almost noon, and it's already daytime.

The sunlight at this time is very strange, only light, but no heat.

It was still so cold.

"I am the savior of the end of this age, I have a destiny to end the long night and bring to the world a new sun, a new summer and a new era.

Old man, give me your earthly kingdom of God!

It works best only in my hands. "The Lord of Light, R'hllor, is shining brightly.

The gatekeeper was silent.

"Mother God, according to the agreement 1 years ago, when you are completely dead, you should hand over the Kingdom of God to one of your believers." The crow croaked, sending out an eager and pleading consciousness.

The gatekeeper remained silent.

"Hehehe, if this piece of dead wood is not handed over, can't we snatch it? He has been dead for 1 years, and now he can't even sleep, and is about to be completely annihilated. Everyone is still timid, afraid of a ball !” A cruel and vicious laughter came from the dark sky.

Then, several black shadows flew towards the blue stars along the wind and snow.

The stars are clearly hanging high in the sky, but the black shadow seems to hit a phantom.

No, not a phantom.

The cyan stars are like black holes, absorbing and engulfing all the black shadows passing by.

"What?" The vicious laughter turned into a horrified scream, "Ah, why is this happening? Let me go, don't—"

"Idiot, if we can use force, why should we wait for 1 years, until he completely enters into oblivion?

Why bother to give up the dignity of the true God and beg here humbly? "

From the shadows in the direction of the ghost forest, there was a thunderous ridicule.

The King of Light said eagerly: "Old man, I don't need all of your inheritance, all I want is your innate magic."

"Old ghost, you have a pretty good idea! The Song of the Wind has already been dominated by Daenerys. With your inferior cultivation talent, you can't compete with her even if you get the 'Wind of the World', just like you couldn't compete with her back then." Sheep eggs."

A sinister sneer came from the dark shadows of the West.

"You bastard! You little evil god, how dare you speak to me like this!"

R'hllor was furious, and the bright sun suddenly turned white, casting a scalding white light into the shadows in the west.

"Ahhh——" The ice and snow melted under the sun, and the shadows on the ground were like boiling oil in a pot, and the gloomy voice wailed in pain.

"Weirwood, now that so many gods are here to see you off, you should at least give us some sweets in return.

We don't want your Song of the Wind or the Wind of the World, but you must hand over your talent in time and space. "

A shadow dissipated, and another shadow spread from another direction, and an evil and cold voice sounded in it.

The door god sighed heavily, "I'm sorry, sir, my things will only be handed over to my heirs."

"Quack quack—" Bran was overjoyed, "Mother God, I will live up to my trust—"

"No, not for you." The door god immediately denied it.

The crow carrying Bran's will almost fell to the ground, "Why? I am the Three-Eyed Raven of this generation!"

"Three-eyed crow, are you worthy?" Just a slight mental fluctuation almost froze the world.

It's the White Ghost King.

He carried a sword with an umbrella handle on his back, and stood proudly above the ruins of the Great Wall. A thick freezing fog enveloped hundreds of meters around him, and the sun, storms, and shadows could not get close.

"Mother God, give me the Kingdom of God, and let me help you complete your final mission." It said.

"No, don't give it," Bran said eagerly. "Mother God, it will destroy your favorite sunshine, rain and morning. The dark and cold dead world is not what you want."

"Darkness, coldness, order, and tranquility are the original appearance of the world at the beginning. The wanton waste of the flames of the heart of the earth and the construction of a false sun will only accelerate the death of the world, and eventually push the world into a darker, more A cold, more desperate abyss." The Ghost King said coldly.

"Sorry, I long for sunshine and rain. I can't give you the Kingdom of God. Even if you represent another me, you come to ask me for something that belongs to Him." The door god sighed.

The White Ghost King fell silent.

Bran breathed a sigh of relief, and asked again: "Mother God, is your heir Jon? He has the destiny to save the world, and he has completed the gift of the Holy Spirit. He is indeed more qualified to be your heir than me."

"No, my heir is Daenerys."

"I only have nunchucks, hahahaha——" Xiaowu sang, then stopped with her mouth pursed, "Goddess Dani, I don't want to sing this song, it sounds so silly!"

All the dancers also nodded quietly, they couldn't dance like that!

Uh, the painting style has changed suddenly, and the traditional singing and dancing in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire can no longer satisfy the Dragon Queen.

She was wearing toad mirrors, her head resting lazily on her arms, a straw in her mouth, sucking on a glass of mango juice in Yili's hand, and said vaguely: "Then sing 'You Don't Go'."

"Then I'll sing 'Nunchaku'!" Xiao Wu trembled and said dejectedly.

"My god will be given to Daenerys."

"What?" Bran was confused.

"Lord God, what are you doing, that woman doesn't even believe in you!" Patchface said angrily.

"Lord God, we are your gods, she is nothing!" The storm howled.

"I don't want to belong to God, and I don't want believers," the gatekeeper said helplessly.

——It’s all because of you yourself.

"Why?" Bran came back to his senses, "She is not the ancestors, she is not a believer in the old gods, and she is not even in Westeros."

"Because she passed the test." The door god sighed.

"What test?"

"She once entered the Kingdom of God and picked up the Song of the Wind. After she understood that the Song of the Wind was the cornerstone of a stable Great Wall, she immediately gave up the power at her fingertips.

And use up your magic power to repair the broken Great Wall.

I only give power to those who use it wisely, and Daenerys is that kind of person. "

"It's not fair!" Bran yelled unwillingly: "If you want to choose a successor who fears power, which one of the green prophets in the past is not conscientious, cautious, and dare not abuse the power of the 'Green Prophet Seal'? Why not choose? us?"

"It's been like this in all ages, but you are not." The Different Ghost King sneered coldly.

(End of this chapter)