Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

The fervent atmosphere ignited even more frenzy.

People had forgotten everything, wanting only to fully experience the vivid and weighty tableau in which they found themselves.

Amidst the throng of hundreds of thousands, His Majesty King Joffrey I crossed the Central Plaza and ascended Visenya's Hill.

Gold Cloaks desperately held back the surging crowd in the plaza, while others elsewhere maintained order and called for calm, though it was like trying to bail out the ocean with a spoon, at least preventing the situation from escalating beyond control.

There were far fewer people on the plaza side, allowing Melisandre to stand at the very front, accompanying the prince as he moved forward.

The prince's black trousers were directly in her line of sight, like a patch of clear night, adorned with silvery-white, sparkling stars.

She could barely make out a few of the stars: a rose, a falcon, a trout, a hunter, a flayed man.

It seemed the prince had taken the sigils of all the prestigious families of the Seven Kingdoms to add some amusement to the night sky he wore.

She raised her head.

The prince's left breast bore the image of a rearing stag, his right breast a roaring golden lion, and upon his abdomen, a direwolf was running wild.

What a proud prince!

She couldn't help but be taken aback, her steps lagging slightly behind, yet her mind was once again captivated by the prince's back.

The silver cloak draped over the prince's back was covered in many simple and exquisite black and white patterns, their specific meanings unclear, yet possessing an indescribable beauty.

There were black and white fish embracing each other, one pair turning clockwise, the other counter-clockwise;

There were triangular scythes, several different crosses of varying lengths, four-cornered windmills, five-pointed stars, six-pointed stars, and the Seven Stars of the Sept;

There were octagons formed by three lines of varying lengths, either connected or broken;

There were circles with three or six rings, some unadorned, others bearing one, two, three, six, or nine tadpoles;

There were also neat '卍' symbols and many others.

The priestess couldn't help but wonder what these patterns represented.

Could it be that the prince had already received divine revelation?

Were these the marks bestowed upon him by the Lord of Light?

But at this moment, her thoughts and body were completely blocked by the row of spears held horizontally in front of her.

"Watch the ceremony from here; no one is allowed past this point."

The priestess looked around, and she wasn't alone; many gorgeously dressed figures, some even embroidered with their family crests, were being held back here.

But this was too far away; they hadn't even reached the circular plaza in front of the Great Sept.

She squinted and looked upwards at an angle.

The Father's Gate of the Great Sept of Baelor had become a shadow, the exquisite patterns on the door blending into the deep background, disappearing from view.

Even the marble pulpit closer to them was only the size of a thumb.

The king would be crowned at the pulpit, and at this distance, they could probably only vaguely recognize his face.

However, the circular plaza was indeed empty.

She could only watch, along with everyone else, as King Joffrey stepped through the Father's Gate and proceeded with the various ceremonies inside the unreachable Great Sept of Baelor.

People continued to arrive one after another, and they were all stopped.

The leading Gold Cloak officer had only one arm, the stump fitted with an iron hand, and even his speech was as rigid and inflexible as steel.

"The commander issued the order," he replied to all questions and inquiries.

People finally gave up their hopes.

Clearly, the truly important figures qualified to enter the Great Sept were already inside, and this was where they and others like them belonged.

More than one person expressed obvious regret.

"It's too far away."

"If they didn't want everyone to see His Majesty's coronation, why did they call us here?"

"I really want to know how magnificent it is inside."

So, some people began to vividly describe the coronation ceremony.

"After entering the Father's Gate, there's the long 'Hall of Lamps,' with colorful glass balls hanging overhead, like dazzling lamps, clearly visible even during the day."

"I bet the Hall of Lamps is full of people right now, one row of monks serving the Father, and one row of nuns serving the Mother."

"With each step His Majesty takes, the monks and nuns will pray to the Seven Gods once, listening to the divine will and praying for His Majesty's blessing."

"After passing through the long corridor and then through two huge doors, you'll see the altar of the High Septon of the Seven.

The seven surrounding bases are seven feet high and twenty-one feet long and wide, and the statues of the Seven Gods are fully seven fathoms tall from head to toe; you have to crane your neck and look up to the sky to see the eyes of the Seven Gods."

"At this time, the crystal light from the huge dome built of crystal, glass, and gold will reach the eyes, warm, dazzling, and majestic."

People seemed to truly see that scene.

"After that, His Majesty and the High Septon will hold a ceremony in the center of the altar to pay homage to the Seven Gods."

"Bishops, monks, nuns, and ministers will all gather around to witness."

"The High Septon will pray for His Majesty, and His Majesty will announce his amicable relationship with the Church, always remembering the teachings of the Seven Gods, and shepherding His people for the Seven Gods."

"Then the High Septon will announce the will of the Seven Gods and anoint His Majesty seven times with holy oil."

"Finally," the person looked at the pulpit, "His Majesty will be crowned by the High Septon on this pulpit, accepting the crown and scepter, and becoming one with the Seven Gods."

Melisandre lowered her head and remained silent; the rituals of false gods were cumbersome and devoid of true power.

A young man broke through the Gold Cloaks' defense line, "Don't block my way!

I am His Majesty's loyal servant, Elrin Lantel, don't you recognize me?

Let me pass!

I should be serving by His Majesty's side!"

The Father's Gate slowly opened.

No one paid attention to the strange "servant" anymore; she and everyone else looked towards the gate.

The voice of the High Septon wearing the Seven-Star Crown on the pulpit was faint, completely inaudible, and in the end, she only saw him take out a bright ring.

It was the crown.

Melisandre observed carefully.

But at this moment, the prince took the initiative to snatch the crown and place it on his own head.

Was this normal?

Did the person's story get it wrong?

The prince's figure moved forward, gradually growing larger and brighter.

What was this?!

With each step the prince took, his figure expanded at least twice its size and became twice as bright.

After seven steps, the prince transformed into a giant of light.

The giant stood high on the hill, overlooking the entire city, with King's Landing being nothing more than a small toy castle to him, and the infinite light he emitted illuminated the world.

The vast King's Landing fell completely silent.

She raised her head and looked towards the sky.

Higher than the crystal towers of the Great Sept of Baelor was the knee of the prince, as dazzling as the sun.

Just like the painting in the sacred flames.

It turned out that it wasn't a vague omen, but the true future.

It turned out that the empty circular plaza was not a meaningless measure but simply to allow him to set foot.

It turned out that the crowd gathered in the Central Plaza could also see the crowned king, and so clearly, so brightly, so soul-stirringly.

She felt the surging power of light within the giant's body.

The giant's right hand held a long sword, the sword burning with raging flames, and his left hand raised a scepter, the tip of the scepter topped with a bright and holy sun wheel.

The flames burned through the clouds, distorting the sky.

The sun wheel haloed out colorful, flowing auras, cleansing everyone in the entire city.

A grand thunderous sound echoed through the firmament, "The gods have descended with revelation, the long night is coming, and the Dark Lord, the Ice God of Frost, seeks to destroy the world."

"Do not panic, do not despair."

"The gods have bestowed glory, and His great power will rescue the world through our hands."

"Lambs, listen to the will of God."

"Death is not the end; He has promised seven holy stars as a paradise for mortal souls, and we will overcome the long night and the apocalypse, bringing eternal summer to the world, and returning to eternal peace!"

"Light Eternal!"

Melisandre stared intently at the sword in the giant's hand.

The ancient books of Asshai prophesied: "After the long summer, the stars will bleed, and the cold darkness will envelop the world.

At this terrible moment, a warrior will draw a burning sword from the fire, that sword is 'Lightbringer,' the red sword of heroes, and the wielder of that sword will be Azor Ahai reborn, and he will drive away the darkness."

The giant looked over here, radiating a vast, sea-like pressure.

The red priestess trembled incessantly, the light and heat within her body never so abundant and restless.

Her red robe turned into flames.

The flames filled her body, extreme pain, extreme joy, filling her, scorching her.

It was him!

Azor Ahai reborn.

The one destined to bring the never-ending long summer.

The Hero King!

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