Samwell rode the white dragon over the city walls, looking at the ghouls caught in the fire below, but he didn't feel much lighthearted.

Although the eastern city wall has been stabilized for the time being, the mud gate on the south side has been broken through by ghouls, and now it has invaded the city and scattered into residential areas, even if he wants to ride a dragon to help.

And it is impossible for the white dragon to breathe fire indefinitely, always when the strength is exhausted, while there are more and more ghouls, as if endless.

If this continues, perhaps these more than 100,000 troops, as well as the 500,000 people in King's Landing, will probably become ghouls sooner or later.

If that were to happen, who else in Westeros would be able to stop such an army of ghouls?

He never imagined that before winter really came, the ghouls actually appeared in King's Landing in advance.

As for the weakness of the ghouls, he actually knew for a long time, it was nothing more than Valyrian steel and dragon crystal weapons.

Valyrian steel is too scarce, but dragon crystal is not rare.

In order to deal with the impending stranger, Samwell began to order people to buy dragon crystals early on, and made dragon crystal weapons on a large scale.

But these dragon crystal weapons were left behind in Storm's End.

He hadn't expected to encounter these ghosts in King's Landing, so he didn't bring Dragon Crystal weapons with him at all.

It's definitely too late to send someone back to fetch it now.

At this point, the only way may be to end the storm at its source.

The ghouls are resurrected by some kind of sorcery, and as long as the caster is dealt with, the ghouls will not continue to increase, and the battle will be much easier.

Thinking of this, he immediately drove the white dragon to fly towards Blackwater Bay.

He could feel that the source of the storm was at sea.

Thinking of the unheard fleet of Stormlands, Samwell speculated that it might be the work of the madman Euren Greyjoy.

The sky over Blackwater Bay was similarly pitch black, and it was difficult to discern the direction with only the occasional flash of lightning.

Fortunately, Samwell could feel a powerful wave of sorcery and not lose his way with this as his goal.

But as he drew closer to the source of the storm, the smell of blood and decay grew in the air.

Out of nowhere, some kind of whispering murmur rang around his ears like a tarsal skull, distraughting him.

This voice was very similar to the sound Samwell had heard from the elemental sea before due to his high mental value.

Samwell didn't have time to think about what this meant, and the white dragon was fast, and it didn't take long for him to reach an island shrouded in red smoke.

"Go down."

Receiving Samwell's order, the white dragon immediately swooped down.

Almost at the same time, Euron Greyjoy below also noticed the white dragon's approach.

He was standing in the middle of a strange blood-colored circle at this time, wearing a soap-colored scale armor, as black as smoke, but also as light as silk, the edge of the scale armor was red gold, constantly flashing brightly, revealing the strange ornaments around him-

Hieroglyphs, cartouches, and mysterious symbols.

Euron raised his head, one eye covered, and stared at the smoky sky with his other blue right eye.

"Roar—"

A loud dragon roar suddenly came from overhead, followed by an overwhelming torrent of dragon flames pouring down from the sky.

But the circle under Yu Lun's feet suddenly burst into a dazzling red light, and a nearly transparent light shield suddenly appeared, blocking the dragon flames out.

"Caesar!" Euron laughed and opened his arms, as if to welcome an old friend who had been reunited for a long time, "You're finally here!" I've been waiting for you for a long time! ”

Seeing that the dragon flame could not take effect, Samwell controlled the white dragon to land on the cliff shore near the sea, looking down on Euron from a high vantage point.

His gaze lingered on the blood-colored circle for a moment, and he also saw the two corpses in the circle, and a dying golden dragon-

That's Viselion.

"I've always wanted to see you, too." Samwell said, his voice piercing the storm, "It's a pity to miss it repeatedly." ”

"What a pity."

"yes, otherwise I would have killed you a long time ago, saving you from doing so much."

Euron laughed again:

"Caesar, you are wrong. We are not enemies, never have been. ”

Samwell was immediately happy:

"If I'm not mistaken, the first time we met, you robbed my ships, and then you robbed one of my dragons, and now you actually drove an army of ghouls to attack my city, did you do this out of friendship with me?"

"It's all a little misunderstanding." "The reason I think we're friends is because we have a common enemy. ”

"A common enemy?"

"That's right. It's the gods who deceive the world! ”

Samwell's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked tentatively:

"How much do you know about the gods?"

"I know too well!" "They are the embodiment of lies, they are prisoners of power, they are the common enemies of all mortals!" ”

"Be clear." Samwell continued to ask.

With a playful expression on his face, Euron asked rhetorically:

"Caesar, you know better than I do. Think about what Lahlo has done to you? Don't tell me, you still consider yourself a believer in the Red God. ”

"Of course not." Samwell said, "Tell me, what is the purpose of the gods?" ”

"I want to know too!" Euron laughed, "That's why I've reproduced this witchcraft from ancient Asha. ”

"Fork?"

"Yes, Caesar. Have you ever heard of Dawn Ascendant? ”

Samwell nodded.

The Dawn Kingdom is a legendary ancient empire located on the other side of the Narrow Sea on the continent of Essos, whose territory is said to stretch from the Bone Mountains to the west, the Grey Wasteland to the east, the Trembling Sea to the north, and the Jade Sea to the south.

Moreover, the legend of Azar Ahai also comes from the Kingdom of the Dawn.

It is said that the first ruler of the Kingdom of Dawn was the Emperor of Heaven, the only son of the gods Night Lion and the Daughter of Light. The Emperor reigned for 10,000 years and was passed down from generation to generation.

Until a man named the Bloodstone Emperor became the king of the kingdom of Dawn, he practiced terrible witchcraft and did not worship the gods, so one day a black stone fell from the sky, causing blood chaos and a long night.

Fortunately, a great warrior, Azor Ahai (known to the Yididi, as the people call him), held the Lightbringer to defeat the evil in the darkness and bring the light back to the world.

"These are all scams! It's all a lie! "Caesar, I know you don't want to be Azor Yahai, that's a trap!" Trap of the gods!

Night Lion? The Daughter of Light? Hahaha, do they think that if they change their names, mortals will not know them?

Look at the fate of the former Dawn Kingdom, and think of the horrors of the Shadowlands today.

Those gods are not saviors at all!

They are the source of all calamities! ”

"Why did they do that?" Samwell asked.

"Because, in the catastrophe of the destruction of the world, there is a true mystery of power!" Euron cried out, "Come, Caesar! Instead of letting those false gods gain power through the destruction of the world, it is better for us to send disaster first and destroy the world!

When the time comes, this power will belong to you and me!

We will become the new gods! ”

"You're really crazy." Samwell shook his head.

"The wisdom of mortals cannot comprehend what I am doing, and they think it is madness. But Caesar, you should know me! ”

Samwell shook his head firmly again, as he drove the white dragon to swoop down towards the blood-colored circle again.

"Dragon Flame!"

(End of chapter)