Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 945 The Holy Mother of Mercy

The accident came too fast and too suddenly.

Sacrificing the blood of their own king to the evil gods seems unthinkable to the people of Westeros, but in Pentos, this is a tradition.

Why is the Prince in Ragged Clothes, the head of the Windblown Mercenaries, called "Prince in Ragged Clothes"?

Is he bragging?

No.

He is indeed the Prince, the Prince of Pentos.But he didn't want to be sacrificed by blood like an animal, so on the day he was elected prince, he ran away to other city-states.

Today's sacrificial event was a novelty for the Sutra preaching team, and for the dignitaries present, it was an old program that had been watched countless times.

Therefore, they were very indifferent, thinking that today's sacrifice would end the same as the previous few times.

As a result, when Master Qizang yelled "Dawei Tianlong" and killed their city-state patron saint in less than 30 seconds, many royal families and trade princes hadn't reacted yet.

It wasn't until Arya started killing in the crowd and felt the danger to her skin that they screamed in panic.

"Guard, where is the guard?"

"Gorefiend Arya is going crazy!"

"Saint Matthew, help, your apprentice is so demonic, you are killing people like crazy!"

They screamed in horror.

"Don't be afraid, don't panic!" Surrounded by "green dragons", Master Qizang jumped up and returned to the altar over a height of 20 meters.

Looking around at the corpses lying in a pool of blood, the master yelled loudly: "Sinister, what have you done!"

"Master Qizang, they are priests of evil gods, and they are planning to attack you!" Arya said numbly.

"How could I not know their identities? With my ability, they can hurt me? If you kill like this, how will the adults around you view us and the church?"

Westerners are so straightforward.

What the benevolent and kind-hearted Master Qizang said was frank, and the expressions of all the adults on the altar were twisted, and they didn't know how to answer.

"Can Tyrion be saved?" Varys was more concerned about his little friend.

Master Qizang was startled, feeling a little embarrassed, forgot about his great disciple.

"My lords, it's not that my disciples and I are going crazy, nor is it that the Church of the Seven Gods wants to interfere in the internal affairs and beliefs of Pentos.

In fact, what you are offering sacrifices to is an evil god, and it is burning in the sea below, and everyone can see what it looks like.

Can a crocodile be a good guy?

Of course, this is not why we shot.

However, this monster not only fooled you adults, but also dragged my apprentice into the cesspit when he went to the toilet. He didn't know where he was caught, let alone life or death. "

After explaining the reason, Master Qizang reminded meaningfully: "Princes and lords, you don't know Tyrion's identity, do you? If he doesn't know, he died in the latrine of the Palace of Pentos."

"Dragonstone Island is less than five hundred kilometers away from Pentos!" He said softly.

"This..." the complexions of the dignitaries of Pantos became extremely ugly, and the anger in their eyes gradually turned into worry.

Indeed, it was too much for Master Qizang to kill their gods, and the blood demon Arya's slaughter of priests was even more rampant, but there was a premise for them to do so: the dwarf died in the conspiracy of God Psyche, and he died so miserably .

There were hundreds of people at the scene, and more than [-]% of them didn't know that the god they worshiped was real, just because sacrificing the prince was simply to find someone to take the blame and anger the common people.

Among the remaining [-] percent, [-] percent have never seen the god they believe in.

Only a few nobles know the true meaning of blood sacrifice: feeding the god of the earth and sea with the blood of the king.

Therefore, most of the current group of people in power in Pentos only feel anger and fear for the actions of Master Qizang and Arya, but not much hatred.

They don't even know the existence of gods, so naturally they have no feelings, how can they hate a stranger who died?

They just feel that their authority is offended and endangered.

But compared to the Dragon Queen's anger, the trivial matter of being offended was nothing at all.

"Master, this matter has nothing to do with us!" Black-skinned Jacob said aggrievedly on behalf of the trade prince.

"Hand over Tyrion first, if you want to see people alive, you need to see corpses when you die." Qizang said with a frown.

"I saw this crocodile god for the first time today. We didn't even know that the missionaries came to Pentos in the afternoon. We had no chance to participate in this matter at all, and we don't know where Prince Jean is now." Jacob said awkwardly .

"Master Qizang, you can use magic to find it." The hunting dog reminded.

Suddenly, Qizang slapped his forehead and blamed himself: "I forgot the magical art of finding people taught by Her Majesty the Queen."

The so-called person-finding technique is the 2.0 version of the Kuixi positioning technique.What Qizang left in the body of the four lands is not the fragments of the soul, but the power of faith.

Compared with soul fragments, it has disadvantages such as being easier to remove, difficult to locate, and the farther the distance, the less clear the perception, but it also greatly reduces the side effects.

"Ah, he's not dead yet." A moment later, Qizang opened his eyes in surprise and looked towards the dark sea to the southwest. "He's in the water, surrounded by a stench. It seems to be in the sea, or in a cesspit."

"The latrine is connected to the sea." Varys said immediately.

"Wu Neng, you stay here to appease the princes for me, and I'll go save Tyrion." Qizang said in a low voice, then his face became serious, and he shouted: "Jinlan Saint Cloth, Dawei Tianlong, Bomi Mami coax!"

"Ang!" Two more lapis lazulis shattered from the jewel-encrusted holy garment, turning into two smaller green dragons, hovering around Qizang's legs.

"Whoosh!"

Then, like a soaring cannon, Master Qizang flew into the sky with the sound of howling wind, drew an arc, and flew towards the southwest.

The surrounding dignitaries in Pantos were stunned, and when Qizang disappeared from sight, they immediately started discussing excitedly.

"By God, St. Matthew can fly?"

"This, what kind of witchcraft is this?"

"He is an angel, has wings, and it is not surprising that he can fly."

"Did you see the wings?"

"Maybe a pair of invisible wings, anyway, he can fly, and tens of thousands of people in King's Landing have seen his angel wings."

"God Pussy, is this mere cultivator of the Seven Gods so powerful?" Someone horrified.

"Don't worry about Pussy, it's in the sea, it's still smoking, smelling it, it's burnt." A royal said bitterly.

"This crocodile god is more than 20 meters long, no less than a giant dragon, isn't it? God Psyche is called the 'God of the Earth and the Sea', which is worthy of his name."

"It's a pity that we have sacrificed to the gods for thousands of years, but we were easily killed by a monk from the Church of the Seven Gods. We only used the 'Holy Mother's Palm'."

"Oh, the gap is too big."

After only waiting for a quarter of an hour, Master Qizang returned to the altar with the dwarf.

The dwarf wears a tile-steel armor, and only takes off the leather pants under the skirt armor when defecating.

At this time, the smoky black armor was washed clean by sea water.

The condition of the dwarf is also very bad. The first thing that attracts people's attention is the belly that is swollen into a ball.

His face was blurred, his cheeks were pale, and even a little edema.

His cashmere leather pants retreated to the bend of his legs, because the greaves on his calves didn't completely slip off, which was nothing but two fluffy thighs that were white from the cold.

"Is he still alive?" Varys asked softly.

"You and the hunting dog help him squeeze out the water in his stomach." Qizang put the dwarf on the ground.

"Guji——" the fat eunuch stepped on the bulging belly of the dwarf, forcing the dignitaries who were watching the excitement to take three steps back.

"What's going on?" Varys asked, rubbing the dwarf's belly.

"When I went." Qizang looked embarrassed, and his tone was quite unnatural.

There was a big uproar.

"Could it be the three evil goddesses?" Varys wondered, "I remember the claws that grabbed my ass, fluffy, covered with black hair, and the palms are huge, they don't look like humans."

"It's not like a human, and I'm not sure about the gender. I've never seen such a monster." Qizang's eyes flickered, his voice drifted, "I don't know what those evil gods want to do.

Is it because Tyrion is good looking?

Or simply want to kill him in the most humiliating way, or for other reasons? "

"Where are they now? Is the palace safe?" Black Pied Jacob asked worriedly.

"They are all dead." Master Qizang said calmly.

"Ah, the three gods are all dead? How long have you been away!" Everyone exclaimed.

Master Qizang looked indifferent, neither proud nor humble.

"Master, why don't you stay alive and ask why?" Varys called.

"I didn't expect them to be so ferocious, yet so vulnerable. I only used one move of 'God's Palm', and the three evil gods together seemed to be inferior to the crocodile demon. Their bodies were burned to ashes within a minute. "Master Qizang said angrily.

Everyone

Monk Qizang didn't know that Madonna Dani had made special adjustments to his "Holy Mother's Palm": he used his full strength as soon as he made a move, and the divine power surged like a tidal wave. If he could kill him, he would never injure him.

If you can't kill with one move, you can't help but use the second palm; if you can't kill with two palms, your brain will get hot, and you will naturally hit the third palm.

Each palm also has the dual miraculous effect of endowing spirits and burning dragon flames with supernatural power. If you strike with one palm, as long as you don't die, the opponent will die sooner or later.

"The palm of the Holy Mother seems to hurt the peace of heaven. The master only used two palms to slaughter four gods." Some of the Pantos royal family said weakly.

Everyone was concerned, and they all nodded in agreement. Even Varys was startled, and agreed.

"No, you are wrong!" Dharma Master Qizang shook his head, and said seriously: "Our Lady is merciful, the Holy Mother's Palm takes compassion as the core essence, and only those who understand the way of compassion can use the Holy Mother's Palm.

Warriors in the world often use sharp weapons such as knives, guns, swords and crossbows. When did you hear that someone fought with the enemy with the palm of his hand?

no?

Because the flesh palm has the least lethality, the Holy Mother is unwilling to do more killings, so the Holy Mother of Mercy was born. "

When everyone heard it, they felt that it was very reasonable. After all, throughout the ages, everyone is used to using weapons. The sharper and more lethal weapons, the better.

The priest of the Holy Mother is the first and only warrior in the world who can fight against the enemy with bare hands.

This is true compassion!

Everyone couldn't help but sigh in their hearts: The Holy Mother has been so merciful that they have given up using weapons, but He is too powerful, and once the palm is struck, it cannot be resisted.

(End of this chapter)