Boom!

There was the sound of a balloon exploding behind him.

Samwell ran out of the prayer hall without looking back, for fear of being contaminated by the strange green juice.

At this moment, a thunderbolt pierced the golden dome of the Temple of Divine Grace like a sharp sword.

A brilliant white light suddenly lit up in front of Samwell's eyes, and for a moment he couldn't see anything.

Boom Boom –

In the piercing thunder, the sound of the temple dome collapsing and smashing down seemed insignificant.

Samwell clenched his greatsword and kept his highest vigilance.

After a few moments, the white light that remained on the retina slowly faded, and the scene in the temple resurfaced little by little.

But the earth-shattering thunder just now was still ringing, drilling into his ears like spikes.

Samwell cautiously returned to the prayer hall and saw that the Green Saintess had been blown in two, and it looked like she was really dead this time.

But the next moment, Samwell's heart was lifted again.

Because, the harpy statue on top of the many shrines actually moved!

A pair of bat wings slowly opened and stretched out to the sides, the long scorpion tail hovered and held high above the top, the tail shimmered with a palpitating miserable green light, and a pair of red agate eyes with molten gold color, staring at Samwell in a stunned state.

"Ho-ho-ho-"

She opened her mouth and let out a series of strange sounds.

Could this be the Gizcari gods awakened from their slumber that the Green Lady had prophesied?

Why does it look so weird?

"Do you know how to speak?" Samwell said, his hand gripping his sword tense, ready to swing it out.

The Harpy spoke again, and really spoke human words, but unfortunately it should be Guggis.

This language has long since died with the destruction of the Guggis Empire, and even the Astaporians can't speak it, and Samwell certainly can't understand it.

"Does Westeros know how to speak the lingua franca?" Samwell said, then changed to Valyrian, "What about Valyrian?" ”

The harpy muttered a lot again, and seeing that Samwell didn't understand, she actually raised her talon very humanely and pointed to the giant sword [Dawn].

"You want this sword?" Samwell said tentatively.

The Harpy nodded.

"Say it earlier, I'll give it to you if you want." Samwell stepped forward with a smile, as if he was about to hand the greatsword to the Harpy.

But at a distance of about ten paces, he suddenly accelerated, and his whole body rushed out like a cannonball, and the giant sword in his hand slashed down towards the head of the harpy.

"Ahh

The Harpy let out a high-pitched roar that for a moment drowned out the rumbling thunder.

Samwell only felt a tingling in his brain, and the scene in front of him became blurred, and one after another ghosting appeared.

A strong sense of crisis suddenly invaded, making him subconsciously block the giant sword in front of him.

Bell –

A thick chain smashed into the greatsword, and the force of Samwell knocked Samwell upside down, smashing it to the ground.

The Harpy vibrated her wings and leaped from the shrine, nearly twenty feet tall like a giant beast, covering Samwell in her own shadow.

Before Samwell could get up from the ground, he immediately rolled forward.

Bang!

The masonry floor of the temple shattered, and countless pieces of rubble splattered like bullets, striking Samwell's bronze armor with a clanging sound.

The Harpy let out another screech, and the two thick chains at his feet tracked Samwell like a python.

Samwell didn't fight her, got up and ran out.

Boom –

The walls of the temple were like tofu in front of the chains, shattering at the touch of a touch.

Samwell didn't look back at all, and rushed out against the smashing rubble.

The Harpy followed.

When they came out of the prayer hall and into the antechamber, the holy women dressed in various robes saw that the idols they worshiped every day had come to life, and they were all on the spot.

"Run!" Samwell kept on his feet, but he didn't forget to remind him.

The saints woke up from a dream, screaming and scattering.

Samwell rushed out of the temple gates and heard screams behind him.

The harpy did not have the slightest pity for her followers, and pounced on the crowd of saints and began to massacre.

Stumps and severed arms splattered in all directions, and blood flowed out of the temple in a stream.

Samwell turned, no longer running away, and the greatsword slowly drew a circle in front of him, and an invisible magic power poured into the sword like flowing water, turning into a raging flame.

"Hey, ugly thing." He said calmly, "Don't hurt the innocent. Your opponent is me, and we go head-to-head. ”

The harpy felt the man's provocation and rushed out screaming.

But halfway through, a huge white shadow suddenly collided.

Bang –

With a loud impact, the harpy was thrown to the ground by Cleopatra, and was held down.

A humanized look of anger appeared on her face, and a scream came out of her mouth, as if to indict the shamelessness of her enemies.

"Dragon Flame!" Samwell gave the order.

Cleopatra opened her jaw, and orange-red flames erupted like magma, heading straight for the harpy's face.

The Harpy's screaming came to an abrupt halt, and was blocked by the flames. But she still threw out two chains and wrapped them around the white dragon's body.

The chains are like pythons, entangled with the white dragon, tightening tighter and tighter.

Cleopatra felt the pain and roared and spewed out more dragon fire.

A tidal wave of flames slammed down on the harpy's head, flowing all around, turning into a sea of fire.

Samwell rushed into the flames, and saw that the gilded surface of the Harpy had melted under the heat, revealing what kind of metal it was within.

"Die!" Samwell roared, his greatsword slicing an afterimage through the flames, slashing at the head of the harpy.

Bell –

The greatsword slashed a crack, but it was stuck by the owner and could not go any deeper.

The harpy writhed wildly, and Cleopatra couldn't hold her back for a moment.

Seeing that the Harpy was about to break free, Samwell no longer hesitated, and immediately converted all his spiritual attribute values into power.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Samwell's heart was beating violently again, each blow slamming into his chest like a sledgehammer.

Violent blood surged through the body, bringing explosive power.

For a moment, his body seemed to have become larger.

Samwell held his sword in both hands, raised it high, and slashed it down with a bang!

Phew!

The fiery red sword slashed at the top of the harpy's head, slightly blocked, but firmly deepened.

"Ahh

Half of the Harpy's head was cut off, and she let out a sharp whine again in severe pain.

The thunder in the sky suddenly became violent, and the lightning was like a spider's web, densely crawling all over the dark night.

Rumble!

The harpy struggled, and actually flipped Cleopatra to the ground, turned into a light and shadow, rose into the sky, and fled.

Samwell wields his greatsword and severs the chains on the white dragon.

Just as he hesitated to ride the dragon in pursuit, the flames on the ground gradually extinguished, and something exposed caught his attention.

It was half of the Harpy's face that had been chopped off.

Samwell stepped forward to pick it up.

It's hot and hot, like a red-hot soldering iron.

But what really caught Samwell's eye was actually an eyeball on that half of his face.

Bright red as agate, like molten gold, like a flame, and there seemed to be thunder in it.

For some reason, Samwell always felt that this eyeball had an inexplicable attraction for him.

Or more precisely, an appetite.

Samwell clasped his eyeballs off and played with them in his hands.

It is soft to the touch, and it is indistinguishable from real flesh and blood, unlike the half of the face, which feels like metal.

Moreover, his hands were sore and numb, as if an electric current was passing through him.

After a moment's hesitation, Samwell put his eye in his mouth.

The next moment, his eyes lit up.

Because, the property panel has really changed!

Samwell Caesar

Title: Storm King

Territory: Wind's Rest, Eagle's Beak Island

Power: 19.70

Dexterity: 9.86

Spirit: 39.88

Not only did the strength and agility attributes that were previously cut due to Melisandre recover early, but the strength increased by 1.00, agility increased by 2.00, and mental attributes increased by 0.50.

Since discovering that gold and silver have little effect on stats, Samwell hasn't eaten any more stuff for a long time.

Instead, focus on improving your title, and use the free attribute points attached to your title to do so.

But now, he actually found another thing that can improve his attributes, and the effect is so outstanding!

Thinking that the harpy had another eyeball on her body, Samwell immediately jumped on the dragon's back, patted Cleopatra's neck, and urged:

"Quick, quick! Don't let that ugly bird run away! ”

(End of chapter)