Chapter 185 The Unburned
The sanctuary fell silent, only the sound of shouts of killing could be vaguely heard from afar.
Six horses can carry six people.
But now there are more than forty people in the church.
Among the more than forty people, only thirteen are still standing.
Even if the wounded soldiers who couldn't stand up were ignored, these thirteen people were not enough.
Although riding a horse may not necessarily be able to break out of the encirclent, staying there is really a dead end.
No one wants to give up this last chance.
"I am the commander, and I will assign it." Samwell said without hesitation.
Everyone did not speak.
These days, they have seen Samwell's achievents. It can be said that without the terrifying Baron of Eagle Mouth, it would be impossible for them to hold on to the heartland of the Dornish people for so long.
Actually, the fact that the Iron Throne army was able to attack this ti is largely due to the fact that they have held on to the Holy Church for so long and restrained so many troops.
Therefore, no matter in terms of status or strength, Commander Samwell was convinced by everyone.
"Dickon Tarly, Lucas Dane, Kato, Robert Royce, Ferrer Royce, William Stone. You six, get on your horses!"
Three Riverbend people, three Valley people, very fair distribution.
And most importantly, without Samwell himself.
In this way, those who are forced to stay will not have any complaints—the commander himself stayed, so why are you clamoring?
"Brother! I won't go!" Dickon began to yell.
"Master Caesar, please allow to give you the seat." Lucas also persuaded.
"My lord..." the attendant Katu hesitated and spoke.
"Shut up!" Samwell said, "This is an order! I'm not discussing with you! Quick! Get on your horse! Your task is to rush out!"
"elder brother!"
"Don't understand what I say?" Samwell glared at his younger brother fiercely, "Don't think that rushing out is the way to survive, maybe you will die faster than !"
Dickon gritted his teeth, as if trying to stop himself from crying.
Samwell didn't look at him, and urged the six people: "Quick! Get on the horse! This is an order!"
After speaking, he went forward to remove the statue of Heavenly Father blocking the door.
…
"His Royal Highness, let's go! Leave these people alone!"
"You go first, I want to avenge Obaya."
Earl Quentin looked hesitant.
Prince Oberyn seed to see through his mind, and said:
"Take your son away too, go!"
"Yes, Your Highness." Earl Quentin hurriedly led his second son, who had just beco the prince's attendant, away.
Prince Oberyn took a gulp of strong wine, and was about to give the order to attack, when he suddenly saw that the pile of things blocking the door of the sanctuary was removed.
Is this ready to surrender?
Prince Oberyn thought, with a bloodthirsty smile appearing on the corner of his mouth, even if he surrenders, he must die!
But the next second, there was a sudden sound of horseshoes in the church.
Prince Oberyn's complexion changed slightly, and he roared:
"Attention! They're coming out!"
As soon as the voice fell, six people and six riders rushed out of the gate.
Just as the Dornish soldiers were about to surround them, a fiery red light lit up from the gate, which exploded instantly, tearing a hideous **** mouth on the Dornish position.
And those six people and six cavalry just broke out from the mouth of blood.
After Samwell slashed the sword, he was slightly out of breath.
He turned his head, looked at the six soldiers standing behind him, and the wounded soldiers who couldn't stand up deep in the hall, and smiled:
"Can you sing the song of the Seven Gods?"
Everyone nodded silently, with death in their eyes.
Samwell erected the burning red sword in front of him, saying:
"Okay, then let us sing the praises of the seven gods loudly, and under their witness, fight to the last mont!"
"Fight to the last mont!"
The seven people in the holy hall stood proudly, as if there were thousands of troops behind them.
"The face of the Father is firm and strong, and he judges error and upholds justice."
Amidst the singing, the Dornishn had already rushed over.
"The Virgin brings the blessing of life, guarding and caring for every woman."
Samwell drives 【Dawn】and swings the second sword.
The flaming sword light swept towards the gate, cutting off the Dornish soldiers who rushed forward.
At the sa ti, whether it was a mistake or on purpose, the flaming sword light also hit the pile of wooden statues next to the door that were originally used to block the door, and the flas ignited imdiately.
"A warrior stands before the enemy, holding a bow and a sword and a weapon in his hand."
The Dornishn flocked, spears like a forest of steel.
[Dawn]'s sword light swept across like a raging mountain fire.
The third sword.
Samwell's whole body was numb, and the giant sword in his hand seed to beco extrely heavy.
"The old woman is old and wise, and she can predict the future of everyone."
Only the last three voices of praise remained.
Is it over?
Samwell's vision began to blur, and the fire began to spread on the walls of the church, but,
Not fast enough.
However, when he ntioned [Dawn], he couldn't swing the next sword again.
Is it over?
The spears of the Dornishn surrounded them again.
Their faces were distorted and distorted in the smoke, making it impossible to see clearly.
The world seed to slow down suddenly.
In a short mont, it was infinitely stretched, stretched, stretched...
Boom!
Samwell heard his own heartbeat.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The short and powerful heartbeat seed to beco the only main voice in this world.
Blood surged violently in his body, and he felt full of strength again!
No!
Never End!
【Dawn】The raging fire was rekindled and waved around—
The fourth sword!
"The blacksmith works hard day and night, and the hamr and bellows are burning."
burn.
The fiery ring of fire expanded outwards, sweeping away the Dornish soldiers, and igniting more statues, tables, chairs, and wooden walls.
Samwell once again experienced the feeling of stagnant thinking.
It turns out that just now, he finally succeeded in transforming the spirit attribute into the strength attribute!
Feeling the surging power in his body, Samwell laughed loudly, and once again swung the huge sword in his hand—
Fifth sword!
The flas shot out, but they flocked more towards the wooden furnishings in the church.
Fire snakes swayed wildly, stretching their bodies in the hall.
The orange-red brilliance made even the rays of the setting sun look inferior. They covered everything in the hall in different shades, and they were both strangely and terrifyingly beautiful.
Like a dragon fla.
The Dornishn finally felt the fear. The soldiers outside did not dare to rush into the sanctuary, and the soldiers inside tried their best to escape.
The scorching wind billowed and turbulent in the hall, but Samwell could not feel a trace of heat.
On the contrary, the cold air emitted by the bronze armor on his body made him feel like he was in a world of ice and snow.
His field of vision was engulfed in flas, and he could no longer find a companion by his side.
Are all dead?
Samwell held his sword and looked around, his eyes blank.
No, not yet.
In the depths of the hall, there are wounded soldiers who continue to sing praises to the Seven Gods:
"Girls dance in the air, and their lovers are sad."
Their voices were weak and distant, and were quickly consud by the raging fire.
The world turns red.
Samwell stood leaning on his sword, just in front of him was the statue of a burning maiden.
In the flas, His face twisted and changed, and suddenly beca the smiling face of Margaery Tyrell, but in a blink of an eye, it seed to be the charming Natalie Dane again. In the end, the flas froze into frost, and He She beca the appearance of the ice-sculpted woman on the Great Wall again.
Skin as pale as snow, eyes as cold as the moon.
The garland of winter snow roses on her head is as scarlet as blood.
"Take away," she told him.
He stretched out his hand, but the ice and snow woman dissipated like a white mist.
The rain of roses swept by, and the sky was as pale as the eye of death.
铛—
Amidst the flas, a long spear shot out, hitting Samwell's chest, making harsh tal scraping sounds against the bronze armor.
Samwell reflexively swung 【Dawn】—
The sixth sword.
The light of the fla rged into the raging sea of fire, but missed the target.
"Red Viper!"
"Caesar!"
Prince Oberyn held a spear in one hand, and walked quickly around Samwell, apparently very afraid of the flaming lightsaber he swung.
"I'm going to kill you!" Prince Oberyn said grimly.
"Co on." Samwell held the sword in both hands, his eyes did not follow the red snake, but looked straight ahead.
Spiritual attributes have been transford into strength, so naturally there is no way to add agility. Samwell knows that the Red Viper is extrely deadly to him at this ti.
Prince Oberyn circled around, walking faster and faster, and finally started to run.
Samwell simply closed his eyes.
Suddenly, Prince Oberyn's footsteps turned, and the spear in his hand ca out of its hole like a poisonous snake, piercing a vague light and shadow in the air.
Chi—
Samwell tried his best to dodge, but was still pierced into the gap of the bronze armor by the spear, and pierced into the joint under the arm.
But when Prince Oberyn turned the spear and drew it suddenly, Samwell suddenly clamped his arms, fixed the spear under his armpit, and at the sa ti slashed out with the huge sword in his hand—
The seventh sword!
"Die!"
The gorgeous light curtain is so dazzling in the fiery red world.
Prince Oberyn imdiately let go of the handle of his gun and turned around like a civet cat, but it was still a step too late.
The flaming lightsaber sliced off half of his body, his left arm and half of his left chest disappeared, and the flesh and blood on his left cheek was scorched and lted, dripping like wax oil.
"Hahahahaha!" Prince Oberyn seed crazy, "Let's die together!"
As he spoke, he rushed towards Samwell.
Samwell could no longer swing the giant sword, and could only let the opponent hug him tightly.
The two of them rolled into the flas like a couple in love.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
The flas engulfed the two of them, and Prince Oberyn roared like a beast, while Samwell remained calm, as if he was just lying down on a soft and comfortable feather bed.
"No! How is it possible! This is impossible!" Prince Oberyn saw that Samwell was unhard in the fire, and his roar turned into an angry and terrified question.
But he obviously couldn't get the answer, the flas quickly swallowed his flesh and blood, leaving only dry bones.
Samwell gently pushed away the remains of the enemy, lay quietly in the flas, and let the flas wrap himself gently.
There were bursts of tingling pain in the arm, accompanied by a strange numbness.
But his mind at the mont was attracted by the illusion of beating in the flas.
It was a series of blurred pictures—
At the carnival banquet full of singing and dancing, King Joffrey stood proudly, arrogantly shouting inaudible words...
Blood rushed in like a sea, swallowing the entire sky and city, and countless horrific corpses were floating in the sea of blood...
A seductive witch in a red robe stood in front of her, the ruby in her throat flickered with strange fire, like a beating heart...
The picture finally freezes in the blue sky, a flaming cot flashes across, dragging out a gorgeous long tail—
The stars cry blood.
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