Because he was in the Iron Fleet, Lan Li didn't know what was going on in King's Landing, but he knew that the matter of forming a rescue team that he had explained before had been preliminarily completed.

The reason for knowing this was simple, the Seven Gods Mark on his wrist suddenly became hot, and then he learned from the spokesperson that the deal had been completed.

That is, he had the opportunity to kill a god.

"Although the mark of chaos that was regarded as the gate of the old days is gone, the infidels have invaded, and there is no room for mitigation, and I don't know if they will give up their original plans when the mark disappears, so what to do is still to be done......"

Thinking like this, Lan Li thought that the most powerful of those disciples belonged to the red-robed monk, so he had a goal.

However, what he didn't expect was that the spokesperson's reply could not be done.

"There's no way to make Rahlo, the Lord of Light, fall?" Touching his wrist, Lan Li frowned unhappily, "Then why didn't you say it earlier?" ”

"The gods only know that they can have the ability to kill gods after rearming the church, but they don't know how strong or weak this ability is." The spokesperson's voice was full of apologies, but things didn't change because she was embarrassed.

"The Lord of Light, Rahlo, is the most powerful deity in the world, rooted in the source of life in the world, and we can't afford to let it fall easily. Of course, if you want it to disappear for a while, you can still do it. ”

What's the use of me making it go away? Lan Lixin said that if there is no way to completely erase it, then there will always be future troubles, so although he was speechless about this unreliable Seven Gods, after thinking about it, he also dispelled the idea of fighting the strongest enemy of the Lord of Light.

"What about the others? The horse god of Dothraki? ”

"The gods aren't sure about that."

The spokesperson was silent for a while before replying, "You can try, but there is no guarantee of results, because there are too many Dothraki. ”

Lan Li was speechless when he heard this, but he also knew that the strength of the gods was related to the number of believers, so he simply relented and set his sights on the black goat god that the Kohor people believed in, that is, the gods believed in by the group of people who currently occupied Haijiang City.

Upon inquiry, he was relieved to learn that this was possible.

"What means will the Seven Gods use to attack?"

"The gods will strike at its origin, and according to your understanding, it can be regarded as an attack on the soul level."

"Can it be split into multiple attacks?"

The spokesperson was silent for a moment, and then replied that it could be done, so Lan Li was completely relieved, and then stood up and walked out of the room, communicating with the leaders of the Iron People.

……

On the other side, the Kohor people who occupied Haijiang City were also keeping an eye on the Iron People's fleet that was about to move in that sea area at this time.

"The enemy probably didn't think that we would detect their actions in advance, and they might be planning a surprise attack." An old man in black with two mustaches was standing on the city wall at this time observing the situation at sea, and the expression on the corner of his mouth looked very treacherous.

"How could they have thought of the greatness of the goat god." Someone next to him laughed and agreed.

"Master Prut, when are we going to fight back?" Another person asked.

"Of course, until we find out who is leading the way among the enemies." The treacherous old man, known as Prut, replied, and after watching the sea for a while, he and his men turned and descended the wall, and walked triumphantly towards the main castle of the castle.

The nine free trade city-states attacked Westeros aggressively, but so far they have not occupied much base in Westeros, mainly because most of the castles built here are easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the local lords seem to be squirrels, and their families have accumulated rich supplies, so that even if they are strong, they can't take much territory for a while, so they can only stare around Gan.

However, normal means are blocked, and abnormal means are invincible here. For example, when they conquered the city of Haijiang, they used black magic. After sacrificing a large number of lives, he directly cursed the stubborn old man guarding Haijiang City to death, and then cast spells one after another, causing panic in the Haijiang City, and finally had to open the city and surrender.

After a few actions, they didn't use many soldiers at all, and the price was only a few peasant babies captured after coming to Westeros, which was not a loss at all.

With such a remarkable record, how can it not make Prutt satisfied, and his self-confidence is even more inflated because of this.

"Keep an eye on it, and let me know as soon as those iron people attack."

Once he had reached the foot of the wall, he gave the order to a leader of the soldiers, and then walked towards the main fort under the expressionless gaze of the surrounding rows of leather-armored spearmen.

Among the nine free trade city-states, the Kohor army is not strong, and most of them rely on the Innocent Legion that they bought, but they are the most effective after running here.

Just because they're the best at black magic.

When they were in the Eastern Continent, the nine free trade city-states were mutually restrictive, and their own population was not large, and even the black magic method was difficult to become a regular use, and the scale was very small, but there were no worries to speak of here, and it also made them faintly feel like a fish in water.

"This time it's really the right time, I think I didn't want to."

With that in mind, Prut donned the black cloak of the sacrificial rite in the main fort, and descended the stairs to a dark hall underground.

Nodding to some of the other identical black cloaks around him, he lowered his head and clasped his hands together, muttering some obscure words in his mouth.

The other black-robed men did the same, and the dark and damp hall was filled with the wind, and at the end of the hall, a bloodstained square altar gradually released a scarlet sheen, and a strange fragrance permeated the air.

A stout man with his hands and feet tied to the altar was now feeling the hotter and hotter black stone altar beneath him, and his eyes couldn't help but widen with anger, and he struggled to scream, but he couldn't do it because of the rag stuffed in his mouth.

Under the eerie incantation of the accent, a mysterious will quietly descended, and next to the black cloak near the altar, he grabbed a silver dagger offered by the servant next to him, looked at the heir of Qianhai Frontier City, and waited silently, ready to open the knife as soon as the time came.

However, before he could do so, the sound of the spells around him stopped abruptly, and the black-robed people in the hall widened their eyes one by one, looking at each other in a daze.

"I think I heard it...... Heard the screams of the goat god? After half a ring, someone hesitated.

"Shut up, you're blasphemy!"

"But why did the great black goat leave suddenly?"

……

This question was very serious, but no one could answer it for a while, and the black-robed people looked at each other blankly, so they had to suspend this sacrifice.

Soon after, an arrow shot into the castle brought the answer.

The arrow was picked up by one of the Unsullied soldiers guarding the wall, and when he found a note attached to it, he hurriedly handed it to his superiors, who in turn rushed to send it to the upper side.

After turning it over and over, it was finally delivered to Prut, the supreme leader of the place, and when he opened it, his hands trembled and his face was angry.

I saw a sentence written on it-

[Withdraw from Westeros in ten days, or your god will disappear forever!] 】