"Don't we pray for you! Don't we pray for you every night? Our souls and faith are yours! Then why don't you save us from this hell?" The thoughts of a soldier covered in blood on the battlefield.
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Of course, Sigismund and Kinvara knew that the God of the Seven Faces would intervene again when his blessed one was losing. This was a crucial battle for the future of the continent, this battle would determine whether the Red Faith would attack or defend itself.
In the King's words, this battle would determine the course of their next actions, and by the King's orders, they had to attack. The longer the war dragged on, the more danger would accumulate over ti.
So, Kinvara had orders to shake the soldiers' faith in the God of the Seven Faces, let the world see for the first ti the cruelty and indifference of the gods towards humans.
Holding the black dagger, Kinvara didn't hesitate to use his magic. The black dagger began to glow with a crimson radiance.
"My soldiers, receive my blessing." Aenar's voice resounded across the battlefield, a red light spreading like waves above the army of House Targaryen. Wherever this red light touched, wounds were healed, fatigue ceased to exist and the soldiers seed to have infinite endurance.
What happens when believers catch a glimpse of a true miracle?
They beco fanatics!
Unlike the Gods who had to accumulate faith in order to survive, and only used divine power when they really needed it. Aenar had no qualms, he wasn't a god and didn't need faith, so he could use his power without any fear.
In the eyes of the gods, spending divine energy to heal a mortal was totally pointless, humans were short-lived beings, while one died, two more could be born. So, no miracles had really happened in the six-thousand-year history of the Faith of the Seven.
But at that mont, the God of the Red Faith manifested himself and blessed his soldiers in the eyes of all without hiding anything.
Sothing Gods wouldn't even think of doing. To make humans believe in them, mystery was sothing extrely necessary, only when sothing is mysterious and full of horror can it make humans fear it.
The soldiers of House Targaryen, seeing a true miracle, only felt that the God they believed in was looking down on them at that mont. Honor, glory and excitent brought the army's already high morale to a whole new level.
Although morale is sothing invisible, it could be seen when an army was truly united, because soldiers who weren't afraid of death were the scariest thing for their enemies. To die? the Soldiers of House Targaryen believed that if they died, the golden gates of Heaven were open to them!
Life and death made no difference to these people. In life they would give their lives so that Aenar's purpose would be realized, in death they would serve their God in Heaven and live eternally in the Kingdom of God, just as the Bible said would happen.
So there was no fear in the soldiers, they attacked their enemies with incomparable ferocity, even if one was pierced by a spear, the soldier would kill two enemy soldiers before he died.
Moqorro was even more brutal, the man of almost two ters looked incomparable from the battlefield, his great sword cut through the Soldiers of House Lannister like a vegetable.
At one point, after the Miracle happened, the war beca a real holy war, the Red Legion and the Sardaukar just wanted to defeat their enemies and spread their Faith to these unfaithful n full of sins.
As Sigismund had said before.
They were allowed to shed the blood of their enemies in the na of the king!!!
Jai, seeing this, felt that things had gotten out of hand a long ti ago. He looked up expecting the sa miracle from the God of Steven Faces, but after ten minutes of waiting, he smiled, but his smile was full of helplessness and a touch of sadness.
Staring at his uncle's charred body, completely lifeless, Jai closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he advanced madly towards House Targaryen's army. He knew he had to show strength or all the soldiers might simply disperse without caring about their Lords.
If that happened, Jai might as well retreat to Casterly Rock and leave the Riverlands totally defenseless, like a helpless maiden before a man two ters tall.
However, as soon as he took a step forward, Jai found himself facing Sigismund again. "This is your god? He sees people suffering and remains indifferent to their suffering."
Listening to Sigismund's voice, Jai remained indifferent, despite still being brainwashed by the Blessing he had received, he had been taught from childhood by his father that Religion is just a tool to control peasants and foolish lords, like Hoster Tully.
So, although Sigismund's words made him slightly angry, he almost retorted by saying that he hadn't believed in the Faith and the Gods for a long ti, but in the sight of the Gods, he hadn't dared to speak such blasphemous words.
Even though he didn't know the God of the Seven Faces very well, he knew that the gods liked to punish, and if he said sothing that displeased him at that mont, he didn't know the consequences he would have to bear.
What surprised Sigismund and Kinvara was that instead of focusing on Sigismund, Jai simply turned away from the Primarch and continued running towards the army.
Sigismund didn't need to be a genius to know that Jai wanted to take their battlefield to the battlefield where armies clashed with violence and brutality.
However, even if they had known this, both of them had no way of stopping Jai, because if they stood still, Jai would attack the army and kill any soldiers who dared to stand in front of him. At the sa ti, if they ran to catch up with Jai, both of them would still fight Jai in the midst of all the soldiers.
So there was no choice, it was either watch Jai massacre their soldiers or fight Jai in the middle of the war with dozens of people around them.
Sigismund would be at a disadvantage and Kinvara even more so, as her attacks couldn't differentiate between friend and foe.
Kinvara didn't expect Jai to drop his pride and run off to fight normal mortal soldiers. She wanted to slap herself for believing in sothing as stupid as the pride of n. But that couldn't be her fault, in the two hundred years of her existence, she had rarely taken part in conflicts.
When Jai saw Sigismund and Kinvara following him, the knight's lips quirked up in a cold, malicious smile; he had already done even more shaful things, which was to put his pride aside once again.
Jai invaded the Red Legion without any hesitation, he was like a wolf entering a crowd of sheep, every ti his sword swung, a life was taken. Just as Sigismund did with the soldiers of House Lannister, Jai did the sa with the soldiers of House Targaryen.
Rembering the death of his uncle, who died to save him, Jai's movents were even more ruthless, there was no hesitation in them and the man slaughtered dozens of soldiers in just under thirty seconds.
The massacre finally stopped when a black man with white hair and beard appeared in front of him. The man was very tall and wore red armor. With a flick of his fingers, griffins of fire attacked Jai with ferocity.
Jai was surprised by the attack, but then flashed a cold smile. Compared to the Witch, who had almost killed him with her flas, the flas of the black man in front of him were almost like the flas of a candle, totally ineffective against him.
Moqorro certainly knew this and unlike Kinvara's inexperience, the Red Priest had a hundred years of experience in battle, he earned the Black Fla epithet because of the countless conflicts he took part in and then set people on fire!
The fire griffins didn't attack certain parts of the body, they attacked Jai's eyes!
Jai was taken aback by the attack, but as a veteran of countless battles, he knew almost imdiately of Moqorro's intentions.
Showing a keen eye, the knight dodged the griffins, moved to the side and landed a blow on Moqorro.
With Jai's strength, the sword turned into a real killing weapon. It cut through Moqorro's own red armor with an ease that surprised the Black Fla.
As the creator of his armor and all the soldiers of the Red Legion and the Sardaukar, he knew very well how good the armor was, especially his own, which was made by him personally.
So he was surprised when his armor proved ineffective against Jai's sword.
But Moqorro didn't have ti to think any further, the sword tore through his armor and gave him a relatively deep wound, about three centiters deep.
However, the mont the sword tore through his chest, Moqorro used his left hand to spurt an incredible amount of fla into Jai's face!!!
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