Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos-Chapter 170 - War of the Four Kings (XVII)

The result of the conspiracy appeared before her, a gigantic being wearing a seven-colored tunic appeared in the sky. Others couldn't see it, but she could see it perfectly. At the heart of the gigantic being, a black dagger could be seen emanating a crimson light.

A groan of pain seemed to echo in the void, before it quickly disappeared as if it had never existed in the first place.

Kinvara couldn't help but smile, her eyes showing nothing but pure fanaticism. The king had done it! He had seriously wounded a god!

The obsidian dagger was a sacrificial tool used by the Dragonlords when they wanted to sacrifice slaves to the Dragon Gods. According to the king, he had just changed the dagger's purpose a little and made a few adjustments.

This gave rise to a weapon embedded with a gigantic amount of energy from the Warp, such energy, which was extremely lethal if not used correctly, was transformed into a weapon truly capable of wounding a god.

Of course, such was the assumption before, now Kinvara was sure that the king had created a weapon capable of wounding a deity!

The God of the Seven Faces, in a dimension no mortal had ever set foot in, looked at the dagger in his chest with a shocked, horrified look of pure terror.

How many years had he not felt the shadow of death? The last time was almost three hundred years ago, when the Dragon God of Death, Balerion had gone mad with the destruction of Valiria and killed countless gods. If it hadn't been for his quick thinking, he might have been just another of the gods killed by Balerion's madness.

However, he felt the same feeling, an intense cold capable of killing him! The most horrible thing was that the energy inside the dagger was constantly trying to devour his divine energy and pollute him. Even now, the God of the Seven Faces began to hear whispers full of seduction, temptation and charm.

"Damn cattle, how dare you threaten me." The words came out of his lips like a snarl as his eyes traveled infinite distances and fell on the young man with white-gold hair and purple eyes.

At that moment, the young man raised his wine glass towards him, a smile on his lips. That smile only infuriated the God of the Seven Faces even more.

Just as he was about to personally descend into the human world, possessing the body of a human, he stopped.

A gigantic figure wearing a long red robe appeared before him, just like his robe, his hair and eyes were red.

"R'hllor." The God of the Seven Faces showed a touch of fear in front of the extremely old deity.

"Get out of my way." R'hllor gave the God of the Seven Faces no respect and simply ordered with a warm tone, like a gentle flame.

The God of the Seven Faces certainly knew that there was no gentleness in his voice, only an incredible murderous feeling in it.

Snorting coldly, the God of the Seven Faces said nothing and disappeared without even trying to fight. Not that he was afraid of R'hllor, but gods don't usually fight each other. The consumption of divine power used in a battle was gigantic, only old gods like R'hllor and the Great Other dared to use so much divine power.

Besides, with his injury, the God of the Seven Faces knew that the most important thing was to quickly get rid of the Warp's corruption. He knew exactly what fate awaited him if he let the corruption corrupt his soul.

He would become a Warp Demon.

R'hllor no longer cared about the God of the Seven Faces and looked at Aenar calmly sipping wine. As if noticing his gaze, the boy looked at him with cold purple eyes.

"I'm waiting for your plans to come to fruition, Aenar." R'hllor commented with a warm and gentle tone, totally different from the tone he used with the God of the Seven Faces.

"I'm really looking forward to the future you're planning." He spoke before focusing on the huge figure that appeared on the horizon.

A giant being wearing ice armor and carrying a battle axe. He had blue skin, eyes and hair. From a distance he looked like a frost giant, but it wasn't the cold that surrounded his figure, but the aura of death and decay.

"Great Other." R'hllor spoke with a cold tone and with a wave of his hand, a golden spear appeared in his hand.

R'hllor was not surprised by the arrival of his old enemy, both of whom had been fighting for hundreds of thousands of years.

Aenar, who was still in the Valley, looked at the scene with a cold gaze. The battle of the gods might be something that few had the pleasure of seeing, but he saw it every day. There was nothing that surprised him about the fight.

However, remembering the previous events, Aenar couldn't help but show a look of regret. It was part of the plan to force the God of the Seven Faces down into the world possessing a mortal body, but the plan failed with R'hllor's meddling.

Putting away the obsidian dagger, Aenar smiled. Despite the plan's failure, he finally had a way of dealing with the gods. A weapon capable of harming divine beings.

This was just the first step towards the rise of the Empire of Mankind. Humans didn't need gods.

Aenar was enough for humanity to worship.

"Submission or death, there is no other choice for the gods..." Aenar murmured with a glint in his eye. "Humanity will rise up under the bodies of his murderers."

"The show will begin." Aenar glanced at the figure sneaking into Eyrie's castle. A playful look appeared on Aenar's face. He felt rather pleased at the arrival of the play's lead actor, coming at such an opportune moment.

Returning to the battlefield at Harrenhal, Jaime, who had suffered even more, let out a loud roar. "Fall back to the castle."

Jaime's voice rang out across the battlefield. At that moment, he just wanted to retreat in order to get organized and fight again another day. However, he was expecting resistance from Kinvara and Sigismund, but to his surprise, even when the army gradually retreated, the enemy army didn't attack.

"The second part of the plan." Kinvara whispered to Sigismund, who just nodded.

"Break people's faith and let them believe that our king is the Messiah who will save humanity from the wars of death." Kinvara smiled and spoke in a gentle tone, she watched the enemy army retreat and didn't seem worried.

Jaime would die, the man just didn't know when. But he couldn't die now, at least not at this moment, when he was serving as a bridge to the God of the Seven Faces.

However, Jaime's death will still happen on this battlefield. As they had said before, Jaime will not leave Harrenhal alive.

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