Chapter 308 Mirror image in a pool of blood, echoes of the past
It's a pity that this is not the real world, otherwise, Aegon V Targaryen will probably remember this scream for the rest of his life.
The flaming flow caused by Igni's seal completed heating Sir Duncan's faceplate in just a few seconds.
The scorching heat burned Sir Duncan's facial skin to pieces.
His eyes were instantly destroyed, heart-breaking, and unforgettable pain made the captain of the Kingsguard frantically struggle and squirm on the ground, like a pitiful maggot.
This kind of enjoyment of the same style of Illerith is simply not acceptable to normal people.
The pain caused by severe burns makes those who hear it sad and those who watch it cry.
Aegon V gritted his teeth tightly and did not even know he was bleeding.
Although he is the king, he still has no power to stop this divine judgment.
Duncan didn't say he surrendered, and Blood Crow hadn't killed him yet, so the trial wasn't over yet.
The will of the gods will have to wait a while before it can be revealed to the world.
As for why such cruel methods are used, it is naturally related to the increasingly strong emotions.
Clay has been carefully feeling the changes in Brynden Rivers' mood.
When I calmly listened to the king's verdict, my emotional reaction was not intense, but more of a helpless feeling after anger.
It almost means that if the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die.
However, when he raised the corner of his lips and said that he would challenge the king to the "Judgement of Seven Sons", his emotions suddenly became overwhelming.
This emotion almost reached its peak after Clay alone, wielding the "Dark Sister", drove over all the Kingsguard.
However, the transformation Clay hoped to see did not happen.
He was still trapped in Brynden Rivers' first and most solid dream.
As he chopped off Sir Duncan's head with a sword, the flying head rolled directly to the foot of the Iron Throne, and the "Trial of the Seven Sons" finally came to an end.
Bloodraven single-handedly killed seven of the king's Kingsguard and became the final winner.
According to ancient and sacred laws, the king's accusation was invalidated by the gods, which meant that Bloodraven was innocent.
Since the Prime Minister is not guilty, someone must finally settle this drama.
The trembling nobles glanced at His Majesty the King, who was pale and huddled on the throne.
Although the unknown abilities of Duke Blood Crow are worth exploring, right now, this is the more important thing.
Clay looked at Aegon Targaryen on the throne, with no trace of awe in his eyes.
He is also a king, he is Clay Manderly, the Dragon King.
Aegon I Targaryen is sitting here, he might come up and have a chat.
He really didn't like the king in front of him.
Blood dripped from his chin, hair, sword tip, and corners of his clothes.
Because Clay used thunderous means, every blow was a heavy blow, and there were even actions like cutting off his head. Therefore, he now felt as if he had been soaked in a pool of blood.
Carrying the long sword, he walked towards the throne that was no longer guarded.
Aegon V, who was so frightened that his voice was distorted, kicked on the ground with the soles of his feet, trying desperately to retreat.
But the solid Iron Throne firmly resisted his body.
So, amid the king's screams, Clay walked step by step to the throne.
The ordinary guards didn't dare to move. It was Clay's crazy killing just now that killed one or two of them to death.
Now rush forward, isn't it just a dead soul under the sword of Duke Blood Crow?
No one has trouble with his own life.
forget it.
"What... do you want to do?"
Clay certainly had no interest in killing the king.
I glanced at him, feeling bored.
So he leaned down and whispered in his ear:
"Your Majesty, it's time for you to acquit me."
After that, he left the Iron Throne.
A king who is almost paralyzed by him is really not interesting.
Moreover, Clay knew that he was not the "key".
Waking up like a dream, the terrifying smell of blood disappeared, Aegon V stammered and said what Blood Crow wanted to hear:
"I...Aegon V Targaryen, Lord of all Westeros and Shield of all their peoples, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, pronounce sentence by the will of the gods. You, Brynden Rivers, are not guilty... not guilty!"
As soon as these words came out, Aegon V seemed to have his bones ripped out, and he completely turned into a puddle of mud on the throne.
Clay felt that the emotions lingering around him finally relaxed.
It's like the exhaustion and emptiness after a great revenge is taken, that's pretty much it.
"It's time to show up."
Clay muttered.
He looked around, but found nothing but horrified faces.
Then, he seemed to feel something and lowered his head.
Under the ground, a pool of blood slowly flowed over, covering his feet.
The black and red blood spread out like a delicate mirror.
Clay, on the other hand, crouched down and stared at everything in the mirror carefully.
Soon, he discovered that a crow, which had been covered in darkness, had fallen on his shoulder at some point.
Three bloody eyes were staring at him emotionlessly.
This is the "key".
Then, he stretched out his hand and reached into the pool of blood.
The ground seemed to disappear.
His hand appeared in the world in the bloody mirror.
Clay smiled.
That's right, this isn't the real world, so there's nothing surprising about it.
Then, he grabbed the shoulder of the man in the mirror, and with a little force, he pulled his body inch by inch into the pool of blood in the mirror.
It's like being addicted.
As he left, a heavy sigh echoed throughout the throne room.
The world is broken, or it never existed.
After leaving Blood Crow's first dream, Clay traveled between light groups representing dreams one after another.
This is a dream, viewed horizontally and vertically.
It's all a dream.
But Clay knew very well that the current Brynden Rivers must not have these dreams that were important to ordinary people but useless to him.
Moreover, after passing through the blood-red mirror, a faint wisp of gray-white thread appeared in Clay's field of vision.
This should be a clue.
Clay understands.
Follow the map along the way and fly forward amidst thousands of lonely dreams and bubbles.
There is no concept of time in dreams, and talking about it is a paradox in itself.
Clay didn't know how long he had been flying forward.
This is the strongest expression of the authority called "records" held by the old gods.
Being able to find answers from the dreams of all creatures shrouded by its divine power is undoubtedly one of the most terrifying powers in time.
That is, Clay, the agent of a different system of gods, otherwise, his thoughts would have been clearly seen by him.
The Old Gods, the Cold God, R'hllor, and the Seven Gods who don't know whether they are true or false, things in the ruins of the Valyrian Free Fortress.
Clay understands that the world is bigger than he imagined.
There are many things that may be completely beyond his expectations.
But it doesn’t matter, just do the things in front of you first.
…
There is no alternation between the sun and the moon, and it is always in a state of dim light. Time completely loses its meaning here.
Finally, Clay saw the end of the gray-white silk thread.
A strangely shiny dream bubble.
There was nothing all around, except for it, floating quietly in the dream space.
This should be the location of Brynden Rivers' consciousness.
finally found you.
His palm gently touched the surface of the dream bubble, and the next second, his whole body was sucked into it.
His vision went dark, then brightened again.
Clay found himself sitting on the dark green grass.
In front of him, a half-collapsed tower and the castle behind appeared in Clay's field of vision.
The sky is gray, and this dream lacks good weather.
Clay thought.
He already knew where he was.
"Winterfell, it is indeed here."
Clay said softly.
It is known that the Great Wall of Despair can isolate the magic power of the Cold God, and the Three-Eyed Crow can take away other people's bodies.
So, what will He do when the Cold God comes after Him to kill Him?
Of course, he transferred his will into the body named "Bran Stark".
Bran Stark is not outside the Wall now.
Once his will reaches the south of the Great Wall, the Cold God will no longer be able to do anything to him.
Although he didn't know why he didn't do this before, now, Clay understood that he must want to do this.
In order to survive, don't do it.
Therefore, he was not surprised at all when he saw Winterfell and the ruined tower.
If he were teleported to the women's branch in Braavos, he would be the one to scold her.
Clay noticed that he was now back to his original attire before going to Winterfell.
The body has also shrunk a bit.
Theoretically, all of this should have been constructed by the dream owner based on his own memory at this point in time.
In other words, what is in front of you is not real.
They are just some... echoes of the past.
Shaking his head, Clay walked towards the broken tower.
He didn't know if he would see the famous scene of a naughty child falling and becoming paralyzed.
Who knows what the three-eyed crow is doing right now.
It was still the end of summer in Winterfell at this time, and the temperature was still acceptable.
There were pretty tall weeds all over the ankles.
Soon, Clay arrived at the bottom of the ruined tower.
As expected, he saw the shameless scene of old Bangzi, who had been in a vegetative state for a hundred years, seducing the ten-year-old young lady.
The sound of footsteps attracted the attention of two people.
They all raised their eyes and looked in Clay's direction.
Bran's clothes are still the same, the usual fur style of the Stark family.
But the look of Brynden Rivers almost made Clay nervous.
This guy has erased all those parts of his body that were full of roots.
Wearing a dark robe, he wore a kind old face that was harmless to humans and animals.
It makes people feel good at first sight.
However, in Clay's view, the malicious wolf tail hidden under the robe was very eye-catching.
Seeing that it was Clay, Bran Stark had not seen him at this time, so he naturally had no reaction.
But Brynden Rivers' reaction was interesting.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand something.
A look of surprise appeared on His face.
Just when he was about to say something to Clay, he noticed the surge of magic power already gathering in Clay's palm.
My heart was agitated, and my steps to take a step back were instantly retracted.
The kind expression on the old face was instantly forgotten.
I don’t know how he switched to a flattering look:
"Hey, agent of the gods, don't do anything."
"Listen to my explanation..."
"No, no, you..."
"Alder!"
