The sanctuary fell silent, and only the sound of shouts and killings could be faintly heard in the distance.

Six horses, capable of carrying six people.

But there were still more than forty people in the church.

Of the more than 40 people, only thirteen were still standing.

Even if you don't care about the wounded soldiers who can't stand up, these thirteen people are not enough.

Although it is not necessary to break out of the encirclement by riding a horse, it is really a dead end to stay.

No one wants to give up this last chance of life.

"I'm the commander, I'll assign it." Samwell said without hesitation.

The crowd did not speak.

These days, Samwell's record is in their eyes, and it can be said that without this terrifying Baron of Hawksbill Island, they would not have been able to hold out in the heart of the Dornish for so long.

In fact, the Iron Throne army was able to attack this time, largely thanks to the fact that they had held out here in the Sanctuary for so long and pinned down so many troops.

Therefore, Samwell, the commander, is convinced by both his identity and strength.

"Deacon Tully, Lucas Dane, Kathu, Robert Royce, Ferrer Royce, William Stone. You six, get on your horse!"

Three river bend people, three valley people, very fair distribution.

And, most crucially, there is no Samwell himself.

In this way, there will be no complaints from those who are forced to stay - the commander himself has stayed, what are you shouting about?

"Brother! I'm not leaving!" Deacon began to yell.

"Master Caesar, allow me to give you a spot." Lucas also persuaded.

"Your Excellency......" the attendant Kathu hesitated and spoke.

"Shut up!" Samwell said, "It's an order! I'm not talking to you! Fast! Launched! Your job is to get out!"

"Brother!"

"Can't you understand me?" Samwell glared at his brother viciously, "Don't think that rushing out is the way to live, maybe you'll die faster than me!"

Dickon gritted his teeth, as if trying to stop himself from crying.

Samwell didn't look at him, urging the Six, "Quick! Launched! It's an order!"

With that, he stepped forward to remove the statue of the Father that was blocking the door.

……

"Your Royal Highness, let's go! Leave these people alone!"

"You go first, I'll avenge Obaya."

Count Quentin looked hesitant.

Prince Oberon seemed to see through his thoughts, and said:

"Take your son with you, and go!"

"Yes, Your Highness." Earl Quentin hurriedly led his second son, who had just become the prince's attendant, to leave.

Prince Oberon poured down a sip of his liquor and was about to give the order to attack, when he suddenly saw that the pile of things blocking the door of the temple had been removed.

Is this a preparation for surrender?

Prince Oberon thought, a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth, surrender or die!

But in the next second, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded in the sanctuary.

Prince Oberon's face changed slightly, and he shouted:

"Attention! They're coming out!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw six people and six horsemen rushing out of the gate.

Just as the Dorne soldiers were about to surround it, a fiery red light lit up from the gate, which exploded in an instant, and tore a hideous bloody hole in the Dorn's position. ….

And the six men and six horsemen just broke out of the bloody mouth.

Samwell gasped slightly after slashing out the sword.

He turned his head and looked at the six soldiers standing behind him, as well as the wounded soldiers in the depths of the hall who could no longer stand up, and showed a smile:

"You can all sing the song of the seven gods, right?"

Everyone nodded silently, with a will to die in their eyes.

Samwell stood the flaming red sword in front of him and said:

"Okay, then let's sing the praises of the Seven Gods and fight until the last moment in their witnesses!"

"Fight until the last moment!"

The seven men in the temple stood tall as if they were surrounded by thousands of horses behind them.

"The countenance of the Father is steadfast and strong, and the judgment of error administers righteousness."

In the midst of the song, the Dornites had already rushed over.

"Our Lady brings the blessings of life and watches over every woman."

Samwell drives Dawn and unleashes his second sword.

The flaming sword light swept towards the gate, cutting off the few Dorne soldiers who rushed to the front.

At the same time, I don't know if it was a mistake or deliberately, the flame sword light also hit the pile of wooden statues that were originally used to block the door next to the door, and the fire suddenly ignited.

"The warrior stands before the enemy, with a bow and a contradictory sword in his hand."

The Dornites swarmed, spears like a forest of steel.

The sword light of [Dawn] swept like a raging mountain fire.

The third sword.

Samwell's whole body was numb, and the giant sword in his hand seemed to become a thousand pounds.

"The old woman is old and wise, and she predicts the future of everyone."

Only the last three voices of praise remain.

Is it going to end?

Samwell's vision began to blur, and the firelight began to spread across the walls of the sanctuary, but,

Not fast enough.

However, when he mentioned [Dawn], he could no longer wield a sword.

Is it going to end?

The spears of the Dornes gathered again.

Their faces were distorted and distorted in the smoke, and they could not be seen really.

The world seemed to slow down suddenly.

In a short moment, it was infinitely stretched, stretched, stretched......

Boom!

Samwell heard his own heartbeat.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The short but powerful heartbeat seems to be the only main voice in this world.

The blood was surging in his body, and he felt the power of abundance again!

No!

It's never over!

[Dawn] rekindled the raging fire, and waved it around—

Fourth sword!

"The blacksmith toils day and night, and the hammer bellows burns."

Burn.

The fiery rings of fire swelled outward, sweeping away the Dodd soldiers, setting more statues to the wooden walls of tables and chairs.

Once again, Samwell experienced the feeling of stagnation in his thinking.

It turned out that just now, he had finally succeeded in converting his spiritual attribute into a power attribute!

Feeling the surging power in his body, Samwell laughed, and swung the giant sword in his hand again-

The Fifth Sword!

The flames burst out, but more of the wooden furnishings in the sanctuary.

One by one, the fiery snakes swayed wildly, stretching their bodies in the main hall.

The orange-red glow made the light of the setting sun seem inferior, and they covered everything in the hall in different shades, and they were strangely beautiful, and they were terrifyingly beautiful. ….

Like dragon flame.

The Dornes finally felt the fear, and the soldiers outside did not dare to rush into the Sanctuary again, and the soldiers inside tried to escape.

The scarlet wind rolled through the hall, but Samwell didn't feel a trace of heat.

On the contrary, the slightest chill emanating from the bronze armor on his body made him feel as if he was in a cold and snowy place.

His vision was engulfed in flames, and he couldn't find a companion by his side.

Are they all dead?

Samwell looked around with his sword in his hand, his eyes blank.

No, not yet.

In the depths of the main hall, there are still wounded soldiers who continue to sing the praises of the seven gods:

"The girl's dance flies in the air, and it exists in the lovers' sentimentality."

Their voices were faint and distant, and they were quickly consumed by the raging fire.

The world turned red.

Samwell stood with his sword in hand, and in front of him happened to be a burning statue of the maiden.

In the firelight, his face twisted and changed, suddenly becoming the smile of Margaery Tyrrell, but in the blink of an eye, it seemed to be the delicate Natalie Dane, and in the end, the flames froze into frost, and he became the appearance of the ice sculpture woman on the desperate Great Wall.

Skin as pale as snow, eyes as cold as the moon.

The garland of winter snow roses on his head is as scarlet as blood.

"Take me away." She said to him.

He stretched out his hand, but the ice woman dissipated like a white mist.

The rain of roses swept by, and the sky was as pale as the eye of death.

Bell –

In the flames, a spear shot out, right in the chest of Mt. Mwell, and the bronze armor made a piercing metal scraping sound.

Samwell reflexively swung out [Dawn]—

The Sixth Sword.

The flame glow melted into the raging sea of fire, but did not hit the target.

"Red Viper!"

"Caesar!"

Prince Oberon walked around Samwell with a spear in one hand, apparently afraid of the flaming lightsaber he swung.

"I'm going to kill you!" Prince Oberon had a hideous face.

"Come on." Samwell held his sword in both hands, and his gaze did not follow the red viper, but only looked straight ahead.

The spiritual attribute has been transformed into strength, and naturally there is no way to increase agility, Samwell knows that the red viper at this time is extremely deadly to himself.

Prince Oberon circled, walking faster and faster, and finally began to run.

Samwell simply closed his eyes.

Suddenly, Prince Oberon's footsteps turned, and the spear in his hand was like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, stabbing a vague light and shadow in the air.

Whoop –

Samwell tried his best to dodge, but the spear still pierced into the gap in the bronze armor, piercing into the junction under his arm.

But when Prince Oberon turned his spear and drew it suddenly, Samwell suddenly clamped his arm, fixed the spear under his armpit, and slashed out with the greatsword in his hand—

The Seventh Sword!

"Die!"

The brilliant light curtain is also so dazzling in the fiery world.

Prince Oberon immediately let go of the handle of his gun and turned like a civet, but it was still a step too late.

The flame lightsaber sliced off half of his body, his left arm and half of his left chest were gone, and the flesh on his left cheek was charred and melted, dripping like wax.

"Hahahahaha!" As if he had gone mad, Prince Oberon said, "Let's die together!"

With that, he rushed towards Samwell.

Samwell could no longer wield his greatsword, and could only let the other party hold him to death.

The two are like lovers in love, tumbling into the sea of fire.

"Ahh

The flames engulfed the two men, and Prince Oberon let out a beastly roar, while Samwell looked calm, as if he were just lying on a soft, comfortable feather bed.

"No! How can it be! It can't be!" Prince Oberon watched Samwell unharmed in the flames, and his roar turned into angry and horrified questioning.

But apparently he didn't get an answer, and the tongue of fire quickly devoured his flesh and blood, leaving only dry bones.

Samwell gently pushed away the remains of his enemies and lay quietly in the flames, letting the flames gently envelop him.

There was a tingling pain in the arm, accompanied by a strange numbness.

But his mind was now attracted by the illusion of the flames beating in the flames.

It was a blurry scene—

At the carnival banquet of singing and dancing, King Joffrey stood proudly and arrogantly shouted inaudible words......

Blood poured in like a sea, engulfing the entire sky and the city, and countless horrific corpses rose and fell in the sea of blood......

A bewitching witch in a red robe stood in front of her, the ruby in her throat glittering with a strange firelight, like a beating heart

Dirty......

The picture is finally frozen in the blue sky, and a fiery red comet suddenly crosses by, dragging out a brilliant long tail -

The stars weep blood.

Radish on the scale