The originally bright starry sky overhead inexplicably turned into a deep gray.

Everything around is dusty, as if it has lost all color.

Walking through this battlefield-like place, Charles looked around.

He felt like he was dreaming, but it didn't seem to be a dream.

The surroundings were completely different from what they saw when they woke up.

The broken battle flag planted in the pile of dead people fluttered slightly with the inexplicable breeze.

Bodies piled up in pairs, eyes wide open and staring at each other.

Among the piles of corpses, some of their throats had been slit, and black blood was still flowing outward.

Some of them had dull wooden spears stuck in their chests, and a pair of blackened dirty hands could not be pulled out.

Some of them are missing arms and legs, and they are wailing in pain while holding the severed limbs that fell beside them.

Some simply moved their heads, and the headless corpses were "looking around" blankly, while the heads in the pile of corpses had their eyes moving.

As the charr passed, they were unheard, muttering in a whispering sound similar to that of a mosquito buzzing.

"Damn northerners, they crushed my eyes!"

……

"Why is this blood black? Why is it black? This heart seems to be black too? It's weird......"

……

"What about the head? Where did my head go? A severed head stared at the headless corpse sitting on the ground not far away, looking panicked.

……

"The world of the dead?"

For this, Charles finally came to this conclusion.

Thinking back to the previous situation, on the first day of leaving King's Landing, he set up camp on his way, and began to study the special pattern in his palm, but accidentally seemed to fall asleep.

Then he woke up, and everything in front of him had changed drastically, and he had become a person with a faint golden glow, and the magical scepter was unconsciously held in his hand.

I looked at the palms of my hands, and they were smooth and white, and there was nothing. On the contrary, there seemed to be something abnormal on his forehead, and he raised his hand to stroke it, but he didn't find anything.

There were no mirrors or anything like that, so Charles couldn't see what he really looked like at this time.

The camp was silent at night, and he saw soldiers sleeping soundly in their tents, he saw the sentry on duty dozing off at their posts, and he saw Stark tossing and turning at night, muttering to himself from time to time - he usually doesn't see the Duke of the North.

In this state, what should have been a tenacious tent couldn't stop him at all.

He was still the same as when he "woke up", cloaked and scepter, no different except for the glow of his whole body, but no one could see him anymore.

And he was able to see things that others couldn't.

The inside of the camp looked normal, but when you walked outside the camp, everything was very different.

Empty gray wilderness, messy battlefields, corpses piled up everywhere...... What are these? Soul? Soul world?

But doesn't the soul dissipate after 24 hours?

I haven't heard of any wars here lately......

Charles secretly wondered, and he couldn't hold back, he reached out and touched a man kneeling beside a corpse, bowing his head and muttering.

After being poked in the finger, the guy who was missing half of his head turned his head with a hideous expression, but when he saw Charles, his expression fell into a daze, and finally gradually showed a hint of horror.

"Mom save me, ghost!"

It ran away with its throat drawn, but after only a few steps, its body suddenly turned into gray smoke and dissipated.

Looking at this scene, Charles's heart was full of surprise.

The sky overhead was gray, pure gray, gray that had lost all color.

And all around, there are faint but other colors.

Looking in the direction of King's Landing, there was a lot of greenery under the obscure sky.

Looking to the north, the deep black blue of the sky implies a sense of dead silence.

The eastern sky was swirling with a large area of cyan, but it was not too big, but shrunk into a ball, and the shadows of the jade-colored woods in the south were faintly glittering.

The colors seemed to have some deeper meaning, but Charles didn't even understand the state he was in, let alone know it, he just kept it in his mind so that he wouldn't wake up and remember it.

However, as Charles tried to observe, the scepter in his hand suddenly trembled, accompanied by a faint cry of pleading.

"Pray to the gods of heaven to save me!"

"Help me!"

"Help me!"

"Save ......"

……

Can you hear prayers here? Charles couldn't help but look around.

This sound was not uncommon for him to be in a flea nest, so he didn't panic about it.

But where are the people?

There was a wilderness around them, there were no women at all, and the camp was quiet, and everyone fell asleep.

So, where are the people?

Charles frowned.

However, it seemed that he didn't need to use his "naked eye" to find anything, because just as the voice was getting weaker and weaker, but also becoming more and more miserable, the scepter in his hand suddenly emitted a burst of colorful light.

The light appeared all over the scepter, and gradually enveloped his whole body along his arm, and finally, the colorful mixed with the faint fluorescence on the surface of his body, all turned golden, and just as the golden light melded and became more and more dazzling, with a bang, his whole body ignited and dissipated like a flame.

……

Located in a village in the north, a golden flame invisible to ordinary people suddenly appeared, and in the fierce flames, the figure of Charles was revealed.

As far as the eye can see, the surroundings are also a gloomy world, but compared to before, the scene here is not a battlefield, but a village, a village that is making and plundering!

The thatched huts were set on fire, red blood pooled on the dirt floor, soldiers laughed, and livestock screamed in panic......

As soon as he arrived, the voice calling for him faded and disappeared altogether. Charles felt that since he had been "summoned" by the voice, it should be nearby.

So he began to walk around and look carefully, and in fact it was very simple.

Turning a corner, he saw the man who called for him.

Someone who has died.

……

"If there is a good thing, you should let the master enjoy it first, you stupid thing, and then make noise, be careful that I feed you to the dog!"

The young voice gasped slightly, and the sound of the wind faintly reached the ears.

Looking up, a figure who was doing some kind of special movement came into view.

Below him was a "unconscious" woman, and next to him was a hunchbacked man in sloppy clothes who was anxiously walking around in place.

Beside the hunchbacked man, a young woman who looked exactly like the unconscious woman crouched naked, staring at the gasping aristocratic young man in front of her with resentful eyes.

The young people were unaware of this.

It was a young nobleman with a skinned figure tattooed on his chest, richly dressed and well-dressed. The pattern was familiar, and upon closer inspection, Charles recognized it as the crest of the Burton family at Fort Terror.

The one who had been with him for a while. The family coat of arms of the Burton family.

But Charles didn't have the slightest sense of intimacy.

The scene was outrageous, and the anger gradually rose, and Charles stepped forward and swung it vigorously, but the scepter swept directly over the young man's body.

He suddenly realized that he couldn't touch these "living people" at all.

So he turned his head to look at the resentful woman at his feet. She didn't seem to notice her coming, and stared at the cheek of the man who had killed her without blinking, as if she wanted to keep it in her heart.

"She longs for revenge." This thought crossed Charles's mind, and the other thought was "I whom she called." ”

"I should help her get her wish."

This thought appeared inexplicably, but for everything in front of him, Charles did not have the intention of refusing.

But how can you help?

He looked down at his surroundings and at himself. He gradually came to his senses.

Spirituality?

Yes, spirituality.

I seem to be in a spirit state right now!

So......

Since it is a spiritual body, can it directly cast spells?

No one taught him, but Charles felt that it should be fine, because he usually relied on spirituality to cast spells. And now, without the body, it doesn't seem like a big deal.

However, if there is a spirit but there is no pendant to deal with, can it cast spells?

What to do?

What to do?

As he thought about it, the scepter in his hand began to glow with a rainbow of light, and he was suddenly surprised by what seemed to have appeared in Charles's mind.

Glancing at the scepter in his hand, he had a faint feeling.

It seems that this colorful light will allow him to do anything he wants......

So he said, "Skull Pendant."

The "voice" fell, flashing with colorful colors, and the familiar pendant suddenly appeared in his empty right hand.

This made his face freeze a little.

It's one thing to feel, it's another thing to actually do it.

It seems that creating things out of thin air only appears in myths and legends, but now, he, a human being, has done it.

"Am I God?"

"No, the scepter is a god?"

Secretly surprised, the noisy environment around him made him not think about it, and seeing that the pendant was there, he couldn't help but look down at the woman at his feet.

"Do you crave your own revenge?"

There was no response, it seemed that the man would not do anything but keep an eye on the enemy, but there was no need to respond, Charles already knew what to do.

Then the eerie spell opened and closed in his mouth, and the gray wind blew the "man" at his feet, and the female spirit's expression quickly froze, and then he saw it crawl slowly towards his former body, and collapsed into it.

At the same time, the young man suddenly looked up and looked around, looking puzzled.

"The wind is blowing?"

He muttered, but didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, so he forgot about it and focused on what was in front of him.

The sloppy man on the side was not as sharp as him, but had been focusing on what his master was doing at the moment, and when he saw that he had stopped, he couldn't help urging urgently.

"Quick, quick, quick, quick!"

"Fuck off, you stinky guy, how dare you curse me?"

The young man spat on the other party as he spoke, but just as he stopped slightly, he suddenly felt something strange about the woman.

"Not dead? Damn bitch! ”

He cursed secretly, and was about to reach out to strangle her again, when the cheeks of the person under him suddenly cracked, and then, the bloody skull broke free, and the empty bloody eyes stared at him tightly, and some flesh and blood tissue was still hanging in the eye sockets, with a fishy smell.

"Ah——!h

The young man was so frightened that he fled in a panic without even mentioning his pants.

The scruffy man beside him screamed faster than he could run, but he didn't run a few steps before he was pulled by the young man, and he was forced to retreat, and then quickly picked up by the dry bones.

Charles watched all this, and when he saw the other corpses in the village, he was about to call for a few bones again for an encirclement, but a sudden horn made his whole body tremble, and the golden flames burst into flames.

He had only time to glance in the direction from which the horn had come before his body vanished from the flames.

……

At the same time, in a tent somewhere a day's journey outside King's Landing, Charles on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking at the tent in front of him that had returned to normal, he looked slightly dazed as he recalled all the bizarre encounters before.

If you're not mistaken, that's a mermaid holding a fork flag?

Merfolk of the Mandalay House in the North holding a forked flag?

The army of the Mandalay family, apart from this camp, has only one place to exist......

He's just in the North?