Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 944 There has never been the worst, only worse

Whether it is Tyrion and Varys, or Saint Matthew and Arya who have never been to this city, they are all well-known legends.

Just like in Journey to the West, Tang Seng and others traveled all the way west, and Monkey King announced their names, and immediately a group of big monsters and mobs exclaimed, "Bi Mawen, who made trouble in the Heavenly Palace 500 years ago."

The little devil monkey Tyrion, the eight-claw spider Varys, the holy son Matthew, and the blood demon Arya have all become famous all over the world.

Even the least prestigious of hounds is not entirely unknown.

Therefore, upon arriving at the altar, the trade prince and the royal family of Pentos greeted him immediately.

The dwarf felt that the prince was on the altar, like fish on the chopping board, and he couldn't let someone sign for you today.In addition, his stomach was indeed a little bloated, so after a few pleasantries, he dragged Varys to the nearby palace to go to the toilet.

After the servant took the two of them away, Master Qizang explained the purpose of his visit to everyone.

"This trip to the land is purely for the purpose of spreading the teachings of the Seven Gods. Therefore, when passing through various city-states, there are also plans to make the Seven Gods famous."

He was very frank and directly put forward his request.

"My lords, if you can do me a favor, both the church and I will be very grateful."

"Just wait, it's definitely not going to happen today." Among the trade princes, a fat black man named Jacob shook his head.

The people of Pentos all speak Valyrian with an accent, and they don't understand the common language (Westeros), but they are not as proficient as Jacob, who is mainly engaged in the Westeros brocade business.

And Master Qizang had never been abroad before, and he spoke High Valyrian fluently, so the dignitaries of Pentos chose to let Jacob receive the distinguished guests.

"I wonder when the next prince will be elected?" Master Qizang asked.

"About two months later, there will be a set of strict regulations and ceremonies to go for the election of the prince."

Qizang was startled, and understood why the second disciple had said that at the pier before.

"I can't wait for two months. Can you accommodate me? Stamping the customs clearance documents and building the Temple of the Seven Gods does not necessarily require the prince's consent," he said.

"This kind of thing must be done by the prince." Black Pi Jacob said in a low voice: "Don't Master Qizang understand the meaning of what he is going to do?"

"I'm just preaching, nothing else." Qizang said sincerely.

"The seven gods came to Pentos to plant their flags, which is equivalent to seizing the interests of other gods. This kind of big blame can only be carried by the prince.

If something really happened, just cut off his head and replace him on stage.

But if we help you, or reject you, the wrath of the gods or dragon queens falls on us.I say this, do you understand? "The dark-skinned trade prince was candid.

Qi Zang also felt the sincerity of the other party, so he changed his suggestion: "Can you wait for a day and let the prince take care of my matter first, and then sacrifice to the gods?"

"Master, you also said that this is a sacrifice to the gods!" The black-skinned fat man said helplessly, "It's okay for me to delay a year, not to mention a day, but won't the gods be angry? It's up to the Holy Mother, she Will the old man be angry too?"

"No, the Holy Mother does not need a blood sacrifice." Master Qizang shook his head again and again, and solemnly said: "Our Church of the Seven Gods does not interfere in the internal affairs of the kingdom. The country belongs to the nobles and kings, and faith and enlightenment belong to the Seven Gods."

"Hmm..." the fat man stroked his chin and thought about it, "This teaching is good, but we, the God of the Earth and the Sea, don't care much about political affairs."

"You're going to kill the king, isn't that considered politics?" Qizang said in disbelief.

"The prince has no power, and if he doesn't participate in the political affairs of Pentos, how can he be involved in politics if he is sacrificed?" The fat man nodded his chest, "If you kill me, the whole country will be in turmoil."

Qizang's expression was dull, and he couldn't refute for a while.

"Hey, this is a country that lives with ghosts!" The hound spat, his eyes full of contempt after seeing the rotten cesspit.

"We don't have White Walkers, you only have them in Westeros." The black-skinned fat man laughed.

"Here we come." Arya's eyes froze, her figure flickered, and she pressed her sword with her right hand and came to Nanazang.

"What's coming?" The people around were puzzled at first, and after seeing Er Ya's movements and cold eyes clearly, they all realized her identity as a blood demon, thinking that she was going to kill again, and backed away in fright.

Qizang didn't know why at the beginning, but he was a second-level archangel, and soon he also noticed a sinister and greedy divine sense approaching from far away.

In Arya's vision, the blood mist with strands of golden threads surged from the depths of the sea, like a long tongue, wrapping around the prince at the center of the altar.

He looked depressed, his face was pale, and the light in his eyes dimmed a little.

"Evil God!" Master Qizang couldn't help but clenched the palm of the nine-ringed tin blade, his eyes dimmed.

Only Arya and Qizang have the perspective of the shadow world. In the eyes of others, the altar is as usual without any changes.

No, there were extraordinary people on the scene, and many of the royal families in the inner ring and the priests in the outer ring all became solemn at this moment, bowing their heads and bowing their heads, with an extremely respectful attitude.

They all know what's going on.

At this moment, the hunchbacked priest finished singing the sacrificial song, stepped forward, let out a long howl like a wild animal, pulled out the dagger in the shape of a dragon's tooth at his waist, and separated the prince's throat.

"Chi Chi Chi—" The blood mist sprayed, and Arya heard the sound of sucking freely.

Not a hallucination, the god is enjoying his sacrifice.

"Do you want to kill demons and eliminate demons?" She asked in a low voice.

Qizang hesitated, not sure whether to say it to Arya or to himself: "This should be the patron saint of the city-state of the Pentos people. The customs are different in different places, and our main purpose is to preach—"

Before the words were finished, the voice of the second apprentice crying and howling came from a distance: "Master, it's not good, the senior brother was captured by a monster!"

"What?" Qizang was shocked.

The fat eunuch ran out from the birch forest separating the altar and the palace, his body was colorful and dirty, and the smell of fermented dung wafted from afar.

"At that time, Tyrion was having diarrhea in the latrine, when suddenly a big black-haired hand stretched out from below, with such a huge pulling force that even the wooden floor around the squatting pit collapsed, it was terrifying!"

The fat eunuch's fat face twisted, as if he felt the pain that tore his soul from somewhere empty.

"It stinks, did you fall into the cesspit?" People around covered their noses and retreated.

"Hey, I didn't fall into the cesspit." Varys shook his head, while pulling Master Qizang with his feces-stained hand, he quickly explained: "Tyrion screamed heartbreakingly, I saw him quickly The cesspit sank, and I wanted to pull him over, but was splashed with shit. Master, go and save him!"

"How do you know it's a monster." Master Qizang avoided the dung claws of the second apprentice, wondering, "Could it be that the latrine has been in disrepair for a long time and the floor is rotten? You should call the guard immediately."

"No, it's a monster! The monster grabbed his dick and pulled him off. I was squatting on the edge of the pit too, and it caught me too, but all of them were empty. I'm a water dancer, Ji Lingling." Snake-like step', without wiping the ass, I ran out, and finally escaped unharmed."

The fat eunuch was very excited and said with dancing.

"Maybe the assassin is lurking in the latrine." The Hound guessed.

"Tyrion yelled 'It's the evil god' in horror before being dragged completely into the cesspit, and then he sank 'grumble'," the fat eunuch cried.

The people around twisted their faces and swallowed saliva.

"Evil God?!" Arya and Qizang's complexion changed, and they turned around suddenly, their eyes were cold, without any hesitation.

"Hey, evildoer, hand over my apprentice!" Master Qizang shouted, and pulled out the gorgeous scabbard, and the nine-ringed tin staff instantly transformed into a nine-ringed straight knife.

Amidst the stunned eyes of the surrounding Pantos trade princes and royal families, the mage yelled, "Brilliant Saint Cloth! Dawei Tianlong!"

"Hoohoo!" The two lapis lazuli stones adorning the brocade robe radiated bright blue light, turning into two blue five-clawed dragons, encircling Qizang's body.

They are two wind elves.

Newton's law completely failed for Qizang, as if a spring was pressed under his feet, he jumped lightly, jumped four or five meters high, and spanned a distance of seven or eight meters. .

"Bold evildoer! I want you to reveal your true identity!"

"boom!"

The knife seemed to be slashing in the air, but the surrounding dark space began to vibrate, "Aww~~~~~"

In the sky and in the bottom of the sea, there were painful wailings at the same time.

The howling in the air came from the soul, the monster in the sea struggled fiercely, the sound was like thunder, and the water splashed more than ten meters, with traces of bright red blood.

A huge jet of water fell on the altar, almost dragging a few stunned luxury merchants into the sea.

"Help, tsunami!" they were calling.

"Monsters don't know the heights of heaven and earth, and dare to hurt people's lives in front of me." Master Qizang chopped off the soul of the evil god with a single knife, and kept moving. .

"Holy Mother Divine Palm, set fire to the sky!"

The little golden body given to him by the Holy Mother immediately appeared on the surface of his body, revealing a 10-meter-tall golden Virgin like Susan in front of everyone.

The Holy Mother's palm, which was bigger than the door panel, made a sharp whistling sound in the air, and the infinite blacksmith's divine flame was contained in it, and a brain slapped on the head of the rolling black shadow in the sea.

"BOOOOM!" The high temperature brought a tsunami-like water vapor shock wave, and a huge water splash with a radius of ten meters surged on the sea surface, and the suspended altar was crumbling.

"No~~~~" The penetrating soul howl spread in all directions, and then stopped suddenly.

"It turned out to be a crocodile!" Master Qizang's majestic voice came from under the altar.

A group of dignitaries from Pantos, who had not yet recovered from the shock, walked to the edge of the altar in a daze, stretched out their heads, and looked down at the sea. They saw blazing flames and billowing smoke under a cliff more than 20 meters away. Master Qizang Standing proudly on the belly of a giant crocodile.

The 20-meter-long crocodile has a bulging belly, and it seems that there are endless flames burning in its internal organs, so that the belly presents a faint sense of transparency, and there are a large number of golden-red flames mixed with black smoke from the mouth, eye sockets, and nostrils. , etc. spray out.

At the throat of the crocodile, there is also the Zen stick of Master Qizang.

Oh, no, it's a nine-ring sword.

However, no blood flowed out, and clusters of flames still spewed out from the wound, and the burnt smell drifted all the way to the altar above.

"Oh no, God Pussy—chih!" In the silence, the hunchbacked old priest who presided over the ceremony of blood sacrifice to the prince was the first to react, and then he opened his mouth to mourn, and the disciples of Pussys around him followed suit, but the sound was very loud. It will soon become the sound of blood spraying from the throat.

"Gods, what are you doing? The Gorefiend is going crazy and killing people!" Seeing Arya who phantomly shuttled through the crowd, cutting open one throat after another, the dignitaries almost went crazy with fright.

(End of this chapter)