"Monarch Killer" Jaime Lannister seemed to be in a daze before, so he didn't react at all, but he also realized that something was wrong when he saw his sister's appearance, and hurriedly rushed towards Duke Eddard.

But Ser Barristan Selmy, the captain of the Kingsguard, stopped him: "Stand back, Sir Jaime, Lord Eddard has the right to speak!"

"The Queen Mother ordered him to shut up."

"In what name?" Sir Barristan did not budge.

"Treason! Eddard Stark is treasonous!" Cersei screamed and shoved her son, "Kill him quickly!"

Joffrey looked confused at the moment, and didn't figure out what was going on, but seeing that his mother was so nervous, he ordered the white knight behind him:

"Go take Eddard Stark!"

The five White Knights drew their swords one after another, and Sandor Clegane, the "Hound Dog", rushed forward.

"Lannister's treason!" A loud shout erupted from the seats of the Northern nobles, and then they saw the huge Earl Jon Amber leading the way, and a bunch of Northern nobles also rushed over, "Protect Lord Eddard!"

The scene suddenly became a mess.

Wang Ling and the Hewan nobles sat still, and many of them had already reacted to what was going on, with gloating smiles on their faces.

Duke Eddard was still reading the book as if no one was around: "In the year 94 of the Conquest, Miss Murreta of the Lannisters married Sir Fasa of the Baratheon, and the following year gave birth to twins, both black-haired......

Beside him, the knights of the Lannister family and the nobles of the North have been entangled together.

In the midst of the chaos, Samwell quietly stepped forward, his eyes locked on the king's figure.

The attention of everyone in the room was on the side of Duke Eddard, and they did not notice that a little baron of the riverbend had quietly approached the king.

"In the 37th year of the Conquest, Miss Nyala of House Baratheon married Sir Dylan of House Lannister, and gave birth to three sons, all of whom were black-haired." Duke Ed closed the book, raised his hand and pointed directly at Joffrey, and announced in a loud voice, "Joffrey is not the blood of the former King Robert, but the sinister seed of Cersei and his brother Jaime, a false king!"

As soon as the word pseudo-king came out, the crowd was in an uproar.

Cersei screamed.

Joffrey's face flushed, and he let out an angry roar:

"Lies! Falsehood! Eddard Stark is lying! Kill him for me! Kill him!"

At this moment, a loud eagle chirped from the sky.

A pale greatsword fell from the sky and thuded into the platform, leaving a spiderweb-like crack in the ground.

Samwell just came to the greatsword, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and rushed forward!

[Dawn] unsheathed, dragging out the fiery red tail.

Like a red comet streaked across the sky.

"Stop him!" Finally someone noticed Samwell.

"Help me! Help me!" Joffer's color changed dramatically, and he howled like a duck.

The Kingsguard finally saw the baron charging at the king with his sword, but the captain, Barristan Sermi, stood still, Mandon Moore hesitated and did not move, and Beros Braun moved, but deliberately slowed down.

The other four White Knights held on to their oath and rushed towards Samwell under the leadership of Jaime Lannister, the Kingkiller. ….

Armor with white scales, a white cloak, and a wall of white shields erected in front of the king.

In the face of the four best knights of the Seven Kingdoms, Samwell was not afraid, and his forward momentum did not decrease in the slightest, and the giant sword in his hand was already crawling with red and gold lines, scorching hot and dazzling.

A sword swinged.

The flames exploded, like dragon flames raging, and the white shield wall was swallowed up in an instant.

The white-scaled armor made of stainless steel was like fragile butter under the light of this flaming sword, and it was cut without hindrance.

Alex Oakhart was cut off at the waist, Marin Tran lost his head, Preston Greenfield's throat armor melted like ice, and only James Lannister saw that the situation was not good and dodged, but his sword-wielding hand was also cut off.

A sword slash

out, the four white knights actually died three and one was injured!

The surging flame sword light had not yet dissipated, leaving a hideous mark in the air, just like the sea of templar fire five days ago.

In the firelight, the figures of the last seven warriors singing the "Song of the Seven Gods" flashed, the mournful screams of Earl Jon Royce before his death flashed, the flesh-and-blood melting face of Oberon the "Red Viper" flashed, and the cold coffin of Deacon Tully flashed...... Finally, it was frozen on a red comet that streaked across the sky.

[Dawn] dragged a blur of light and shadow in the air, like the blood-red tail of a comet.

The stars weep blood.

The next second, the star stabbed Joffrey in the chest.

The blazing light of the fire instantly incinerated the beating heart.

Joffer's eyes were fierce, his mouth was wide open, and a gruff roar came out of his throat, as if it was about to scream, but it was swallowed up by the gushing blood.

At this moment, time seems to freeze.

Everyone watched in amazement.

Even Duke Eddard Stark didn't expect Samwell to actually kill the King!

He really dared to kill the king!

Even if it's a pseudo-king!

It wasn't until the screams of the Queen Mother Cersei broke it all that time seemed to flow again.

"No! No, no, no, no!" Cersei hissed and howled, "Heavenly Father! Stop him! Save my son! Save your king!"

However, no one stepped forward.

The nobles of the northern realm secretly applauded, the nobles of the river bend gloated, and the nobles of the royal leadership watched coldly......

No one wants to draw a sword for this king.

Sandor Clegane, the Hound of the Hound, drew his sword, but did not dare to step forward.

The loyal dog of the Lannister family had rushed with the four white knights, but when he saw the raging fire, he retreated like crazy.

The disfigured face was distorted, and the whole person was trembling, as if remembering some unbearable past.

In the dead silence, Samwell slowly drew his greatsword and let Joffrey's body fall to the ground.

He turned around, his gaze slowly swept over the audience, and then just held the blood-dripping fire sword, step by step, step by step.

The nobles got out of the way and saluted the kingkiller with their eyes.

Cersei threw herself beside her son and shouted, "Stop him! Stop him! He killed your king! He killed your king!"

Still no one stepped forward.

The nobles of the North, Hewan, and Wangling watched as the baron who had just killed the king slowly walked out. ….

Maybe they were frightened by the terrifying strength that this person just showed, or maybe no one was willing to stand up for a pseudo-king, or maybe other people had long wanted to do this but never dared to do it.

Finally, a man stepped forward.

Sir Robert Royce.

But he didn't come to stop Samwell, but behind him, facing the Queen Mother, as if he was declaring wordlessly-

If you want to catch Baron Hawksbill, pass me first!

Samwell nodded at the second son of Runestone, and then calmly walked away.

The rebellious king is dead.

And the murderer just left in full view.

No one stood in the way.

Exiting the venue, Samwell sheathed his greatsword again, saddled it behind his back, and then turned over and mounted his prepared warhorse.

The soldiers in the city didn't even know that the king had been killed by the baron, but even if they did, how many would be willing to stand up for that king?

The city of Heaven and Earth, which they had taken at the cost of their blood and lives, was given to the Dornites by a light order from the king.

If Joffrey had dared to come to these soldiers without his guards, he would have killed the king with his own hands, without Samwell's hands.

All the way out of Tianji City and into the garrison camp, Samwell suddenly slowed down his horse.

Because, he saw a familiar shadow.

"Miss Margaery?"

"Sam?" Margaery was stunned for a moment, as if she had not expected to see the Baron here.

She was wearing a simple and simple white dress at the moment, and she did not wear any expensive and complicated jewelry, but was stained with a little blood, her soft long brown hair was slightly messy, and her smooth forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Samwell looked at the wounded barracks behind her and seemed to understand something.

"I didn't expect you to treat wounded soldiers?"

"Just a few simple bandages." Margaery stuck out her little tongue and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Have you forgotten that there is another king waiting for you today?"

"I haven't forgotten. It's just that...... I made a brave choice." Margaery looked up, the smile on her face brighter than the sun, "By the way, why did you get out?" Could it be that the feast is over so soon?"

Samwell laughed, "I made a brave choice, too."

"What?"

"Kill a king."

Margaery's mouth opened wide and she was stunned for a moment before she said, "Sam, you...... You're kidding me, aren't you?"

"What? Do you think I dare not kill the king?"

The domineering spirit of the man in an instant made Margaery lose her mind for a moment, and she looked at the giant sword behind Samwell in a daze, and then she couldn't believe it:

"You, did you really kill Joffrey?"

"It's true." Samwell said, "However, Duke Ed has proven that Joffrey is the son of Cersei and Jaime's Ranny, and is not the rightful king at all. He killed so many people, and he killed my brother, and of course I want revenge."

Margaery looked at Samwell in shock, her wide-eyed look quite cute.

"Goodbye Miss Margaery, it's time for me to escape." Samwell leaned slightly over his horse in greeting.

"Wait!" Margaery stopped the baron, "Take me away!"

Samwell was stunned for a moment before raising his eyebrows, "You want to come with me?"

"Yes!" Margaery looked up at the man with a shy, sweet smile on her face, "Didn't you make me make a brave choice? I choose you! My knight!"

Samwell looked at the girl in front of him seriously, his heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate, but he still reminded:

"I'm a monarch killer now."

"Nope. You've just deposed a false king." Margaery proudly declared, "You are not a kingkiller, you are a dethroner!"

Samwell laughed, "Clever statement. Unfortunately, not everyone agrees. But no matter what, I'm just a little baron, or a little baron who has already made a mortal enmity with the most powerful family in the Seven Kingdoms, do you really want to come with me?"

Margaery stretched out her white, slender arm, which was still stained with blood:

"You have the courage to kill a king, don't you have the courage to elope with the daughter of a duke?"

Samwell took a deep look at Margaery, and finally took her hand, pulled her into his arms, and made a promise:

"I killed one of your kings, and one day, I will give you back!"

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