Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 880 Good brother, meet again

The little golden body was too small to be useful to Dani, so she stayed in the space of belief for Matthew to rent.

Because currently only Matthew's line of belief is connected to the "Westeros pan-consciousness", and he is the only one who can extract the thoughts of all beings from the pan-consciousness to cultivate the little golden body.

When transforming Euron, the Zhangba golden body that appeared in the perspective of everyone's soul is the "blown enlarged version" of the small golden body.

It looks huge, but it's actually very illusory and fragile. The reason why it was able to annihilate the will of the storm god that descended on Euron with a single palm was mainly due to the Virgin Mary who also descended on the scene.

Well, Dany also had her will upon the faithful for the first time.

To put it bluntly, the little golden body is just a gimmick, and the ones who really fight are Dani, who has [-]% strength, and the storm god, who has used some strength.

In the end, the idea that the storm god descended was empowered and disappeared.

After that, Dany found that little gold had grown twice as tall, and had grown from a small glass bead to a large glass bead.

When the little golden body is borrowed by Matthew, he will automatically absorb the thoughts of all beings from the continent's pan-consciousness sea to fill the little golden body.

When the second deer is transformed, the strengthening speed of the little golden body that acts as Matthew's golden bell is even more exaggerated.At the beginning, its defensive power was only equivalent to a thicker unlined garment, but in the evening it became a thick quilt, on the second day it became a leather jacket, and on the third day it was as strong as a leather armor.

Dani was pleasantly surprised, but Melisandre was not calm.

She could see that the golden body of the Virgin Mary on Matthew was a clone of the Dragon Queen's faith, and that clone was growing rapidly as St. Matthew converted them.

Although Aunt Mei didn't understand the reason, she also guessed that she and Erlu became the whetstone of Faith Avatar and Matthew himself.

Matthew's sacrifice to save the devil is not only a beautiful world, but also a kind of self-cultivation.

However, Aunt Mei and Erlu's "Tao Heart" did have flaws. The Battle of Winterfell, especially after the sacrifice of Shirene, both of them were not in the right state. If this stalemate continues, Matthew will only be polished more and more. Sharp and smooth, but their own psychological flaws are getting bigger and bigger.

If Matthew, Erlu, and Melisandre were locked in the same cell, after a year or so, Erlu would probably collapse in all directions, including beliefs, outlook on life, world outlook, and beliefs.

Even if Aunt Mei can persevere, she will still change her worldview.

So the two resolutely ran away, maybe they really missed the opportunity to "return to the shore"?

Well, they'd rather die than turn back.

The sun on Heishui Bay shone for five days and five nights. The Dragon Queen's Royal Fleet dispatched galleons more than a thousand times, and a total of 20 old, young, and weak women were transported to Chaotou Island.

St. Matthew led about 25 refugees and poor people capable of trekking south to Storm's End.

So far, the King's Landing migration plan has been declared complete, and Dany has fulfilled her obligations, and she has done everything she can.

On the night St. Matthew left, after the Holy Light Tower of the Seven Maidens of the Holy Church was extinguished.

The Martial Arts Arena to the south of the Great Sept of Baelor.

Ninety-nine percent of the coffins that once occupied the space were gone, and the rest were placed in the warehouse in the backyard.

The large playground paved with bluestone floors is empty, only the angry north wind howling alone here.

"Hiss~~~~" A huge black shadow flew from the east, let out a low cry, and slowly fell down.

When the pterosaur stood firmly on the ground, there was already a one-armed monk with an oil lamp standing on the corridor next to the martial arts arena.

"I didn't expect you to come here." Seeing the short man sliding down from the pterosaur's back, the one-armed hero Lancell had an extremely complicated expression.

"Don't look at me becoming handsome, growing taller, and having the title of Super Bastard Targaryen, but I'm still Tyrion, your cousin, Uncle Kevan's nephew, and Papa Tywin's Son." Tyrion said with a grin, taking off his windshield.

"Bastard, you still have the face to call 'Daddy' and 'Uncle'!"

Tyrion was holding his helmet in the creaking hole, smiling and walking towards the stone steps, when a tall figure flashed out from behind the pillars of the corridor, roared, drew his sword, and rushed over.

The dwarf was only shocked for a moment, and guessed the identity of the person from the familiar figure and familiar voice.

With a smile, he didn't dodge or dodge, threw the helmet away with a "kuang", held the handle of the ax behind his back with one hand, and shouted: "Dawei Tianlong!"

"Om~~~" The next moment, a golden rune lit up between his brows, and his body suddenly swelled like a balloon, from 1.4 meters to 1.6 meters.

"Hoo hoo!" The two cold lights met in mid-air.

"When~~~" The ax and the blade collided and produced a string of yellow sparks.

Then, the person on the opposite side let out a muffled grunt, and the iron sword flew out of his hand, flying four or five meters backwards, and nailed into the pillar two inches deep with a "duh".

"Hahaha, James, you have been defeated by me." The dwarf laughed excitedly.

The hilt of the sword was still trembling slightly in the air, but the man who had lost his long sword quickly lowered his body, stepped forward obliquely, and swept his legs. The laughing little giant immediately lost his footing and staggered forward.

"Boom!" After much difficulty, the dwarf struck the ground with an ax to stabilize his figure.

But the next moment, he felt a strong force coming from behind, and with a plop, he fell to the ground.

It was James who nimbly walked around behind the dwarf and kicked him hard on the back with his big feet.

After kicking the dwarf into the street, James stepped forward and sat on his back, with the dagger in his left hand sticking to his neck, he sneered and said, "I want to beat me, dreaming! So what if you have infinite strength, your martial arts skills are too bad. "

"Sigh, you're being reckless. In addition to strength, swordsmanship and agility are the factors that determine the outcome of a contest." Tyrion lamented, the golden rune between his brows dimmed, and his body shrank like a bubble of pig urine with a hole in it.

"But I didn't lose." He struggled and turned over, still lying on the ground, but facing James.

James sat on his stomach, the dagger in his hand.

"Haven't lost yet? Try it." The cold blade caused goosebumps on his skin.

"My life-saving witchcraft is a bit disgusting, I'm afraid it will scare you." The dwarf smiled wryly.

"You scare me already," James looked at the dwarf's face in disbelief. "Could it be that you were really cursed by the forest witch when you were a child?"

"How about it, handsome enough?" The dwarf winked.

James sneered, and the dagger slid from his neck to his cheek, "Maybe I should peel your face and see if there is another deformed ugly face underneath. Or, I could take out your heart and see if it is Are you cursed too?"

"I killed Dad, but Uncle Kevan's death really has nothing to do with me." The dwarf sighed.

"Who isn't you?" Lancel asked as he walked down the steps, looking at him suspiciously.

Seeing that James also looked like you were lying, Tyrion said angrily, "Are you two idiots? In that situation, who would benefit most if Uncle Kevan died?"

"The lion is unlucky, the Targaryen is happy, and you are the Targaryen in the lion's skin." James said with a gloomy expression.

"You'd rather believe that I'm a demon than that she's a beast?"

"You're a beast, you can kill even your father, let alone uncle." James said coldly.

"I can pull the trigger only because our father is also a beast. He did those beast things to me. Isn't it a matter of course to kill him?

But why is Uncle Kevan bothering me?

If Targaryen really wanted the lion to be unlucky, wouldn't it be nice to just ride a dragon and breathe fire without plotting an assassination? "

Saying this, Tyrion reached out and pushed hard on Jaime's chest.

No push.

"What are you doing riding me? Although I've become handsome, I don't look like our bitch sister at all!" the dwarf said with his hips stretched out.

James sat down hard on his buttocks, patted the dwarf's handsome face with the dagger in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Be honest, if you don't speak clearly today, you don't want to leave with a whole tail."

"Oh, you really think you're going to get me, Tessa!"

"Hiss~~~~~" The pterosaur, which had been squatting beside the sculpture, flicked its tail lightly, sending James flying a few times.

As easily as a broom sweeps a goose feather.

"Baby, be good!" The dwarf rolled over and got up, smiling and patted the pterosaur's half-human tail.

"You told him to ambush me?" He turned to Lancel, who was carrying a lantern.

"James can find me, but I can't find him." The one-armed hero said.

"Where have you been hanging out recently? The White Walkers are about to go south, why don't you return to Casterly Rock City to take charge of the defense?"

As soon as he asked a question, the dwarf waved his hand unconsciously, and laughed at himself, "I'm really stupid, who else are you staying in King's Landing for?"

James fell a bit hard, took a few breaths, and then put his hands on the ground and slowly got up.

"Cersei will not murder her own uncle!" he growled.

"How long has it been since you saw her? Half a year, a year, a year and a half, almost two years?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" A look of embarrassment flashed in James' eyes.

"Bastard!" James roared with bloodshot eyes, and rushed at the dwarf again.

This time the dwarf didn't have any fantasies about overthrowing his elder brother with force, he stepped back lightly, and swung his right hand in Lancel's direction.

"Boom!" The flame of the oil lamp stretched out a foot long and was as thick as an arm, blocking James' direction.

"Calm down, I haven't seen you for a few years, why have you become so irritable? Could it be that you are holding back?" the dwarf monster shouted.

"This is magic," James calmed down, while the anger in his heart did not disappear. "You have become a fire wizard? You are worthy of the noble blood of the true dragon."

"Not to mention, the blood of the real dragon is really higher than that of the lion." The dwarf stabbed back.

"I don't want to quarrel with you, and don't think I'm wrong. Let me tell you, I'm really not wrong when facing you.

You killed my own father, I - killed your own father, we all have our own reasons, you and I are brothers again, it should be evened. "

Lancel's mouth twitched.

James' cheek muscles twitched a few times, and he said, "You said that the mad king deserved to die, I killed it well."

"I said before," the dwarf nodded, "but you have always taught me that whoever dares to touch my woman, I will kill him.

You know better than me how daddy dealt with Tessa. How can I bear it when you tell me the secret?Not to mention I found Shae in his bed. "

"When did I teach you?" James asked.

"You've been teaching me with your actions. How would you react if someone did that to Cersei?"

James was silent.

After a while, he said, "You're right, I can't tolerate you insulting her."

"Insult? Are you out of your mind? I said she is a scum, isn't it true?" The dwarf pointed at Lancel next to him, "Ask our cathedral brother how many men the sinner Cersei has. "

Lancel regretted not leaving sooner.

(End of this chapter)