Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 815

When Erlu received the "Xuanming God's Palm" move, and the ice sword had already scratched countless sword marks and the armor shattered and fell off, before the people cheering for the savior on the city wall could react, the Dragon Queen sent a series of soul-destroying blows. , Knock down the flaming red heart knight who was arguing with him.

Then the five-level dragon spirit plus the sword god divinity.

"Hey, demons and ghosts, everyone can kill them!"

Every syllable in the Dragon Queen's explosive drink is the soul-destroying sword cut under the spirit of the five-fold dragon.

Uh, this is planning to siege.

"Quack quack—" The sky was suddenly covered by a group of crows like a black cloud, and the huge will was solidified, just like Monkey King's golden cudgel, falling from the sky and hitting the top of the strange ghost king.

"Ahhh! I've been waiting for you!" The King of Different Ghosts withdrew his left hand from Erlu, and roared to the sky. The howling sound was like pear blossom needles hidden in a rainstorm, and the human souls in all directions were riddled with holes.

"I am ice, I am darkness, I am order and eternity!" the White Ghost King roared.

Ice spread under its feet, freezing everything it encountered; darkness, like a coffin lid, pressed down on Winterfell, and the great sun in the sky flickered and dimmed.

Torches, braziers, even wildfires were suddenly extinguished.

This time, it seems that it is not only the forbidden fire area, the law of darkness and ice is manifested wantonly, forming a small world that does not allow the existence of light and fire.

The Dragon Queen, who was condensing the dragon flame fireball and preparing to hold back her big move, felt the deepest.

Big Black and Little Green flapped their wings and floated in mid-air. Xiao Bai jumped up the city wall and stretched his neck. The dragon flames of the three giant dragons converged on the Dragon Queen's head. The heat and fire magic power are drastically lost, and the fire control technique is almost ineffective.

The reason why Longyan can condense into a fireball is because Dany is using fire control skills, like kneading dough, kneading long noodles into dough balls.

In the final analysis, fire control is still fire witchcraft.

The ice and darkness domain of the White Ghost King has changed the rules. Fire witchcraft is like a high-precision machine under the rules of the world. If a physical constant is changed, the machine will fail.

What's more, the change of the law now is specifically for fire and light?

Therefore, the fire control technique fails.

The spherical dragon flame was deflated for a while, elliptical for a while, and twisted into a triangle for a while. The Dragon Queen seemed to be the worst fire wizard.

What is Melisandre doing, why doesn't she continue to maintain the "Fire Field" around her?

Dany turned her head to the side, and saw the red-robed woman with a ferocious complexion, crying out in pain, and the wrinkles quickly covered her face like hoarfrost on the glass window in winter.

The bronze-red soft long hair is withered and grey, and the bare-exposed skin is wrinkled into chicken skin.

She is aging.

Her big red eyes were dim, and the ruby ​​on her neck flickered like the breathing light on Ultraman's chest, and the cracks were already clearly visible.

Melisandre's lost life, magic power, and soul power were all injected into Erlu's body. Dany was surprised to see that Erlu, whom she thought was hiccupping, actually moved.

"Kaka—boom!" Erlu's wrist and neck were emitting bright red light, and the ice layer that had frozen him exploded.

The red sword was still hot, and the two deer stabbed at the strange ghost king who raised his head and screamed—three thousand crows formed a strange anti-helical array, and they were still hovering above his head. The collision of wills continues.

Seeing that Erlu was about to take advantage of its illness to kill him and stage a comeback, the King of the Other Ghosts spoke.

"Mother Goddess!" It roared, calling for its big backer.

"Boom--"

The next moment, thunder and lightning flashed, and the sun above the dark clouds was shrouded in purple-black lightning; the crows under the dark clouds seemed to have been hit by a shotgun. The red eyes of the big crows were dim, their beaks were bleeding, and they scatter in all directions.

"Han~God~~~" In the sky above the sky, the great sun uttered a wail that shook the world and the city wall.

That's R'hllor.

Priests of the Red God have been preaching a doctrine of dualism: the Lord of Light is the god of heat and life, and the God of Cold is the god of darkness, coldness and death.They are the two origins of the world, good and evil, light and darkness, and the struggle between them is endless, and the outcome of their struggle determines the fate of mankind.

Now, the Lord of Light and the God of Cold collide again.

The sky at this time is like a pot of boiling porridge: the sun is stewed in ice water, and the light is stewed in darkness.

A dark cloud as thick as a quilt enveloped the shattered sun, thunder and lightning, divine power rampage, all kinds of sounds, all kinds of brilliance intertwined, making those who look up dizzy and shake the soul of those who listen.

Ordinary people can't hear the voices of R'hllor and Hanshen, it's the cry of will.

From Erlu being hit in the chest, to Aunt Mei using her life to help him break free from the ice seal, and then facing Erlu's lore blow, the strange ghost king summoned the cold god to descend, the whole process is long and short. Time for two or three breaths.

When the cold god descended, Erlu's red sword immediately lost most of its divine support. His sudden stab also lost the possibility of a sure kill because the three-eyed crow was restrained by the cold god.

"As you said, I am a servant of the mother god. You have many people, but I am not without help."

The light and fluttering voice of the Other Ghost King is faintly visible in the wind, making it hard to hear clearly, but anyone with ears can feel the pride in it.

Without the suppression of the Three-Eyed Crow's will, it regained its agility again.

Bearing the Dragon Queen's soul slash, like skating, he turned around in a circle and came behind Erlu.

While dodging Erlu's stabbing sword, he also pierced his own ice sword into Erlu's back heart, which seemed easier than eating tofu with a fork.

But before the White Ghost King's triumphant sneer started, he froze on his pale, wrinkled face

"Idiot, I have seen everything—" These were Er Lu's last words.

Before he finished speaking, his red sword had already pierced into the chest of the Ghost King.

"Aww!" The Ghost King howled terribly.

Like a popsicle falling into an oil pan, a large amount of water vapor evaporated around it, and there seemed to be strings of sparks splashing out of its open mouth.

The mutation happened very quickly, almost in the blink of an eye.

Only the Dragon Queen, who drew her sword and galloped to the front of the White Ghost King, saw the whole process clearly.

The cold god descends, the crows disperse, and the ghost king resumes his actions. Erlu seems to know very well what will happen next.

The movement of swinging the sword and stabbing changed halfway, or in other words, he didn't intend to use the stabbing to attack the ghost king.

It was a false move.

He flipped his wrist, and the red sword turned upside down, aiming at himself with the flashing red and white blade, the sword was extremely fast and decisive, as if he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind.

The red sword also pierced his chest like a fork fork of tofu, the blade slid past the spine, pierced through the back, without touching any bones during the whole process, and easily pierced the White Ghost King behind him who was stabbing at him.

"Chi-chi!" Erlu got two sword strikes, and the Strange Ghost King got one sword strike.

The strange ghost stood behind Erlu, and the three-foot ice sword pierced Erlu's back heart. Erlu's light emissary pierced through the gap in his left rib, passed through his body, and entered obliquely into the heart of the ghost king behind him.

The two are like Jack and Rose on the bow of the Titanic, one in front and the other behind, embracing each other.

Erlu also saw Danni who was rushing towards him, but he was speechless.

When the red sword entered the body, it was like inserting a sun into the body of the White Ghost King, making it howl and evaporate; when the ice sword entered the body, it was like inserting a black hole into Erlu's body, absorbing the heat and vitality in his body in an instant.

It's just that the ghost king is still struggling, but Erlu is dying.

The frost started from the heart and spread to all parts of his body, the upper and lower lips were frozen together by ice crystals.

He could only face Dany with his blue eyes, rolled his eyes, and his eyes fell on the hilt of the red sword on his chest - there was still a piece of it not inserted - in, and because of the loss of the owner, the light of the red sword dimmed visibly to the naked eye .

His eyes blinked lightly at Dani twice: Come here, poke it in hard, don't let it get away!

For some reason, Dany understood him all at once.

Before she could react, Erlu used his last strength to move his eyes to the red-robed woman in the distance. The ruby ​​around her neck was completely shattered and fell off, her thick red hair turned gray and fragile, like dry straw, and her rosy and smooth cheeks Wrinkled and dry.

The beautiful face turned white, and the peerless and elegant priestess became a dying old woman in the blink of an eye.

Erlu's blue vicissitudes of life dimmed a little bit, and completely extinguished.

Dany's heart beat violently.

Looking at the White Ghost King who was howling and retreating behind Erlu, she gritted her teeth and strode forward, holding the hilt of the red sword, mustering the power of magic and soul to activate the runes in the sword.

Push Erlu's body and send it backward with the greatest strength.

"Boom!" The already dim and cold red sword once again radiated endless light and heat.

"Aw~~~~~~~~~"

The White Ghost King, who had just broken free from the blade of the red sword, was pierced through his chest again, and his mouth let out a piercing wail of steel teeth chewing glass.

Dani's complexion changed suddenly.

Her divinity, soul, and magic power poured into the red sword like a flood that opened the valve.

As if the red sword is a straw, she has become a can of milk tea, with an invisible greedy mouth sucking fiercely through the straw.

When Dani obeyed Erlu's last wish and was about to hold the red sword to give the White Ghost King the final blow, she was ready to permanently lose part of her soul and magic power.

Just like the last time at Castle Black, with only two swings of the sword, she permanently lost about one-twentieth of her witch power and one percent of her soul.

This time was even more frightening. In less than a second, she lost 5.00% of her divinity, soul, and magic power. Even the song of fire created in the fire seemed to be losing.

This is not normal!

At this time, she has become a demigod, a dual-line demigod, ten times, a hundred times stronger than her who had just learned the meditation technique in Castle Black for less than a month.

This shows that the consumption of the red sword at this time is hundreds of times higher than that of that day.

She wanted to stop the magic infusion, and also wanted to let go of her right hand holding the sword, but she couldn't.

The hilt of the sword was glued to her palm like glue.

However, her struggle and resistance were not without effect. Without her active cooperation, the rate of energy loss would have been reduced by ten times.

Even if it is reduced by ten times, she will dry up and die in less than a minute.

"R'hllor, at this moment, you're actually bullying me!"

Dani's soul roared angrily, and the double dragon spirit (Xiao Hong, Xiao Jin)'s soul-killing slash was transferred from the White Ghost King to the twisted and greedy evil spirit inside the red sword.

"This is your destiny, don't struggle, look, the White Ghost King is about to break free!"

A grand, bright, warm, and sacred voice came from the red sword, as if it could cleanse the soul.

This is not R'hllor the Shadow Fiend, but the Lord of Light who represents heat and life.

More Father than Mother.

The Holy Father stabbed her hard in the back.

it hurts!

(End of this chapter)