A certain sword soul's infinite journey

"I am Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King, Eddard Stark."

Although his voice was still not that loud, it still echoed enough in everyone's ears in this specially constructed square.

"Today, I come here to confess my crime of treason in front of the gods in the sky and the mortals on the earth."

Before the words were finished, the crowd below began to shout, and all kinds of mocking and disgusting swear words were poked at the poor Duke above.

But that doesn't stop Ed from his proclamation.

"I betrayed my king, my best friend, Robert. I betrayed his trust and trust..."

Looking at Ed who was shouting loudly, Lin Yi suddenly found that his eyes seemed to be lowered, but he was actually staring at a certain direction in the crowd.

Lin Yi turned his head and followed Ed's gaze.

I saw a man in black, who was walking through the crowd at the moment, walking towards the God-blessed statue of Baylor with difficulty.

Similarly, Lin Yi also saw the little girl under the statue of Baylor whose face was full of tears but still staring at fire.

"Ah..."

Lin Yi frowned. He knew what happened next. Arya was taken away by the night watchman Yoren, and met Jia Kun, the faceless man in the prison, and started her own path of revenge.

"I swore to protect his child, but before his bones were cold, I conspired to dethrone and kill his son, and make myself king. Now, I ask the Archbishop, Baelor the 'beloved', and the seven gods to be my lords. Witness the truth spoken: Joffrey Baratheon is the sole rightful heir to the Iron Throne, ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Defender of the Realm, in the name of the Seven."

After the announcement, Joffrey and Cersei smiled, Sansa looked sad but there was a faint glimmer of hope, and Arya's little gray hand rested on the hilt of the sword "Needle" at her waist .

The crowd below was even more ebullient. A stone flew out of the crowd and hit Ed on the forehead, and the bony forehead that was already almost skinny suddenly flowed out bright red blood.

"Go to hell! Convict the country thief!"

It seemed that some kind of signal had been activated. More stones flew out of the crowd and hit Ed on the stage. Even the knight in black and gold armor was attacked countless times.

The black gold knight quickly commanded the Kingsguard to erect the shield in front to protect the king and queen mother behind them.

Even though they saw that their own stone almost accidentally injured the king, the excited crowd in the audience had no intention of weakening their offensive.

As the most ordinary mortal, when will there be such an opportunity to insult the Duke of the Kingdom except today?

Not to mention that this is a former imperial prime minister, a top nobleman who possesses the noble blood of running wolf.

In the eyes of the crowd, the haggard-looking duke began to gradually transform into the appearance of the big man they hated the most on weekdays.

It may be a financial officer, it may be a golden robe, but it doesn't matter, they don't really care who this person is, even if it is His Majesty Joffrey who is pressed on the stage at the moment, they will still throw the one in their hands Stone, and poked him with the most vicious words I could think of.

Lin Yi looked indifferently at the various sentient beings below. A black metal object appeared and disappeared in his left hand under the golden cloak. It went back and forth three times before disappearing completely.

Watching it on the screen is indeed a completely different experience from experiencing this scene in person. As one of the few people present who knew the truth, Lin Yi endured it very hard.

"never mind……"

After thinking twice, Lin Yi made a major decision.

He didn't intend to save Duke Ed.

Chapter 6 Punishment of the Gods

Looking down at Duke Ed with a ashen face, Lin Yi was a little silent.

He could save Ed on the court, but he couldn't take Ed away from King's Landing—there are tens of thousands of soldiers here, and Ed's leg has been disabled.

If it was just Lin Yi alone with the sword, he could easily kill seven in and seven out in King's Landing, but if he brought a cripple with a broken leg, Lin Yi would not only have to break through, but also spend several times his energy to protect Ai. Germany.

Lin Yi calculated it three times, and the best result was to break through to the Lion's Gate, Ed was shot to death, and he left alone. What is the difference between such a result and being beheaded?

No, there is still a difference.

After being beheaded, Ed's eldest daughter, Sansa, would be heartbroken, but at least she saved her life. The younger daughter, Arya, was also able to join the night watchman team and be taken away from King's Landing.

But if Lin Yi really robbed the execution ground, Sansa might be angered and lose her life.At the same time, King's Landing will inevitably be under martial law, and Arya may not be so easy to leave with the Night's Watch team.

Lin Yi sighed. If he was a mage, he could still use magic to frighten the nobles in Junlin City, but he is a sword soul after all.

The God of War on the battlefield will make people fearful, but not so scary that they don't even have the courage to do it.

Lin Yi is a very calm person in essence, even if he is filled with anger, he will still consider the purpose and result.

If he really wanted to make a move, then his purpose was to save Ed, since he couldn't save Ed, why bother making such a fuss.

Just to relieve the resentment in one's chest without considering the outcome of the matter, that's not chivalrous, it's selfish.

The farce below is still going on, and the nobles in King's Landing have no idea that their lives have already turned around before the gate of hell.

The High Septon knelt before Joffrey and Cersei, chanting in a deep, deep voice.

"Because we have sinned, we suffer."

"This man confessed his crimes in this holy place before the gods of heaven and mortals on earth."

The archbishop raised his hands in supplication, and the crown of gold leaf and crystal on his head shone with rainbow light.

"The gods in the sky are just, but Baelor, who is 'blessed by God', has taught us that they are also merciful. Your Majesty, how should we deal with this traitor?"

"Kill him, kill him!"

"Traitors should be executed!"

The crowd in the audience roared.

Joffrey stepped from the shield of the Kingsguard and stood before them.

Looking at his people below and the hope in their eyes, Joffrey waved his hand, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

These are his people. He is the king of this country. Although Cersei is his mother, she has no right to make decisions for him. The king is supreme.

As a king, he should respond to his people.

Thinking of this, Joffrey turned his head, looked at his mother Cersei, and smiled slightly.

"My mother begged me to let Duke Eddard wear black clothes, deprive him of all titles and powers, and live in exile on the Great Wall to serve the country forever. Miss Sansa also pleaded for his father many times."

Saying this, Joffrey stared at Sansa and smiled.

Sansa's jeweled eyes were full of hope, and Joffrey's words made her think for a moment that the gods had answered her prayers.

But then Joffrey turned and faced the crowd, and spoke grimly and commandingly.

"But that's just the benevolence of their women! As long as I am king, the crime of treason will be severely punished!"

"Ser Ilyn, cut off his head!"

The crowd was in an uproar, and the crowd pushed forward one after another.

Cersei frowned, grabbed her son's back and whispered dissuasion.Sansa's eyes widened in disbelief, as if she was still immersed in the hope just now and couldn't face reality.

Arya yelled, drew a needle from her waist, and jumped into the crowd.

But the crowd was too crowded, surrounded by bodies, and for a while, she couldn't even move an inch.

The Kingsguard guards on the stage didn't care about the crowd's commotion. Ser Ilyn drew out a two-handed greatsword amidst Sansa's loud cries. The dark metallic luster was so familiar to Arya.

It is the father's saber "Ice"!

Arya's eyes widened.

How dare they!

Tears streamed from Arya's eyes, and a hand shot out from the crowd, gripping her arm like a pair of iron clamps, so hard that she couldn't hold a sewing needle securely.

Arya was grabbed off the ground and held in her arms like a rag doll.

"Don't look, don't look there...boy, shut up, and you'd better close your eyes too."

A face appeared in front of Arya. It was a face with black messy hair and a tangled beard. When she opened her mouth, a smell of alcohol came to her face.

"I...I..." Arya sobbed.

"Boy, do you remember me?"

Arya's teary eyes looked at his greasy hair, his black cloak, dusty and patchy, his missing teeth, the dark eyes that stared straight at her.

Arya's eyes widened, but she nodded with tears in her eyes.

She remembered this man, this was the brother in black who came to King's Landing to recruit soldiers for the Night Watchman, and the first person he visited in King's Landing was his father Ed.

……

On the roof, Lin Yi saw that the man in black found Arya, so he looked away from there and looked at the stage.

Ser Ilyn was a tall but thin man who looked like a tall skeleton knight in his armor, but his strength was undeniable.

The sharp ice slashed on Ed's neck, as easily and smoothly as a red-hot knife cutting butter. With the blood gushing out, everyone in the audience breathed a sigh of relief as if they were transparent.

Cersei frowned, but this was the end of the matter, and there was nothing she could do. Sansa's eyes were red and swollen, and she fell unconscious on the ground.

Only Joffrey had a smug and contented smile on his face.

But in the next second, a thunderous roar resounded in the square of St. Baelor, and the smile on the proud King Joffrey's face gradually froze.

"His Majesty!"

Hearing the terrified screams in his ears, Joffrey opened his eyes wide, trembling all over, lowered his head in fear and disbelief, looked at the blood that was constantly spreading on his chest, and stroked it with trembling palms.

"I……"

Looking at the scarlet and glaring blood in his hand, Joffrey raised his head in fear, feeling a suffocating pain in his chest.

"Mother……"

He stared blankly at Cersei, who was also full of disbelief, and subconsciously raised his hand towards his mother, but liquid of the same color as his hand flowed out of his open mouth.

"I……"

"There are assassins!"

"Closed the city! Hurry up and hunt down the assassins!"

Joffrey's arms hang down feebly, and the anxious and frightened cries in his ears are getting smaller and smaller...

He finally lost his hearing.

"No no... no!"

Cersei seemed to have just come back to her senses, she knelt on the ground holding Joffrey's gradually icy body with her hands and feet, her palms and dress were wet with blood.

"Father, save him, who will save him, he is my son, my son..."

The queen's screams awakened the sluggish crowd. Seeing the king who was still in high spirits suddenly fall down, a louder noise erupted in the square. The crowd became more and more crowded, and even the golden robes couldn't control the situation.

"What was that just now? That loud noise?"

"Is it Thunder?"

"Gods! This must be the divine punishment of the gods!"

"Only the gods have the power to exercise thunder!"

"But why did the gods send divine punishment?"

"Could it be that the rumors a few days ago..."

The crowd became more and more chaotic, and everyone showed panic and excitement. They cared more about the king's death than the dead king.

Varys, who stood aside and watched coldly, frowned. As a eunuch who was castrated by a wizard since he was a child, he knew that there were indeed some extraordinary existences in this world that ordinary people could not understand.

After a little thought, Varys looked across from where Joffrey's chest was attacked.

But it was a large, crowded square, and even if the attackers were really hiding there, they would not be able to determine the real culprit.

However, again, in such a dense crowd, even a powerful wizard cannot use magic silently, and the arrangement of the ceremony requires time and space...

Wait...the roof!

Varys suddenly raised his head, looked at the opposite roof, and quickly locked his eyes on the golden robe on a certain roof. It was the only golden robed archer on the roof without a helmet.

He saw a face very different from that of Westeros, and...

"..."

Varys froze for a moment.

What kind of eyes are those!

The moment Varys looked into those eyes, Varys seemed to see an ancient land with vicissitudes and changes over time. The gaze that seemed to cast from ancient times made Varys tremble from the depths of his soul.