Coronation?

Hearing the archbishop's last words, Samwell's heart was instantly filled with anger.

According to the agreement reached before, this time he came to the Great Sanctuary of Baylor only to receive the blessing of the seven gods, not to be crowned.

But in full view of everyone, the archbishop actually took the initiative to bless the king and crowned the king by the way.

Although the archbishop did not put a crown on the king, the appearance of the word coronation was enough to anger Samwell.

He became king of the Seven Kingdoms without the consent of the Church.

But at this moment, Samwell couldn't care about his anger, because he suddenly found that his attribute panel had actually changed.

His title changed from the Storm King to the King of the Seven Kingdoms.

And more importantly, the free attribute points have also increased by 50 points!

In fact, when he ascended to the Iron Throne before, Samwell had wondered why there was no movement in the attribute panel.

At that time, he thought that because he had already become king, there was no essential difference between the Storm King and the King of the Seven Kingdoms in terms of title, but he didn't expect that now after being crowned in the Great Sanctuary of Baylor, the attribute panel has finally changed.

He didn't know whether to be angry with the archbishop's self-assertion or to thank him for doing him a great favor.

Samwell actually has a lot of doubts about his attribute panel, such as what exactly does it use to judge the change of title?

First of all, it should not be based on a change in strength.

When he had nothing, Margaery Tyrrell's canonization made him a knight and made the stat panel appear for the first time.

As for the second time he became a baron, his castle had not yet been built, and according to the prevailing rules, he was not eligible for knighthood, but Duke Metz's canonization still made the attribute panel change.

Later, after he captured Storm's End, the attribute panel did not change, and it was not until he was recognized by Duke Mace that the title on the attribute panel became Count of Storm's End.

In this way, it seems that the recognition of the superior is the key.

However, the fourth time he crowned himself on Bloodreef and was recognized by the nobles of Stormlands, the stats panel also changed.

It seems that the support of subordinates has the same effect.

But if that's the case, then why didn't the attribute panel move when Samwell captured King's Landing this time, ascended the Iron Throne, and made the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms bend their knees at their feet?

Is the coronation of the archbishop also an indispensable condition?

Or does he need the approval of the Seven Gods?

Samwell looked up, his gaze slowly sweeping over the statue of the Seven Gods.

He didn't feel any breath fluctuations from above.

Compared to the active Red Gods, the hidden and unknown Old Gods, the Gise Gods who are about to move, and the Cold Gods who are about to bring boundless terror, the Seven Gods of Westeros are as quiet as if they didn't exist at all.

Samwell has always believed that the Seven Gods were just pseudo-gods fabricated by the Andals, just to facilitate the unity of faith and maintain the rule.

Now it seems that maybe there is something strange in it?

Samwell understands that as he ascends to the pinnacle of human power, he will inevitably be embroiled in the feuds and intrigues of the gods in the future.

There are so many crazy people in the Targaryen family, is it really a genetic defect?

There are also those so-called "dragon dream" prophecies, which may not be without hidden malice.

Not to mention the strange spirits that are about to descend with winter, and no one knows how terrifying they really are.

At such a juncture, fifty free attribute points are naturally extremely important, so important that the archbishop's offense is insignificant.

Samwell is now more concerned with where to add these free attribute points.

Since attribute points can't be added separately, he can only choose between strength, agility, and spirit.

There is no doubt that the spirit is the most suitable choice.

Because Samwell knows that this attribute is the key to distinguishing mortals from gods, and it is his way to peek into the deepest mysteries of this world.

No matter how much his strength and agility are improved, he can only make him invincible in the world at most.

And the spirit is the ladder of detachment.

Thinking of this, Samwell no longer hesitated, and decisively added the free attribute point to the spirit.

There was a ripple on the attribute panel, and then the spiritual attribute increased from the original 42.78 to 92.78.

Suddenly, Samwell found himself as if he had been violently detached from the world.

His body was still in place, but his consciousness rose into the sky, and when he looked down, everything in King's Landing seemed to be hidden before his eyes.

From the ants crawling in the shadows, to the dragons soaring in the sky, from the lowly paupers in the flea nests to the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms in the Templars, the billions of creatures in the entire city seemed to be under his control.

It seemed that he could let them live and let them die if he wanted to.

At this moment, Samwell felt as if he had become a god!

But in the next second, boundless fear hung over his head like a dark cloud.

Samwell stiffened his head and saw that in the infinite sky, countless violent elementals rolled and swept through, like a raging sea, as if they could swallow everything.

In a trance, he drifted higher and higher uncontrollably, towards the "sea" suspended in the sky, like a moth to a fire.

Just as Samwell's consciousness was about to drown in the elemental waves, a loud dragon groan suddenly sounded.

Samwell woke up suddenly, only to find that he had landed on the white dragon's back and was carried down by it.

Recalling the experience just now, Samwell broke out in a cold sweat.

He looked back again, looking at the sea high in the sky, and his heart swelled with boundless fear.

The illusion that everything seemed to be under control immediately vanished.

Before such a great power of heaven and earth, he was still as small as an ant.

Whew-

The white dragon swooped down and landed on the dome of the Baelor Great Sanctuary, and Samwell sank into the main hall only to find himself standing still.

Is this a soul out-of-body?

In thought, he threw himself into his body.

The moment he entered his body, Samwell felt a sense of joy from the depths of his soul and a sense of security like the warm current of a hot spring.

The coercion of the terrifying sea far away disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

That illusion of being in control reappeared.

Countless crystalline illusory points of light appeared around him, and they were flame spirits beckoning to him.

At the same time, Samwell's eyes turned dark golden, then shone with golden streamers, gradually turning into a real golden mist floating upward, and the black hair turned from the roots of the hair to blonde little by little, until it completely became the form of blonde hair and golden eyes.

He was not handsome at all, but in the blink of an eye, his appearance was so handsome that mortals were ashamed of themselves and it was difficult to look at him directly.

Like the glorious sun, it seems that a peek at it will burn you.

Everyone in the entire prayer hall watched in amazement at this change, and in their eyes, Caesar exuded an aura of majesty that could not be looked at, and they couldn't help but want to bow down.

The breath grew stronger and stronger, and finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore and knelt down.

One by one, it didn't take long for all the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms who had come to watch the ceremony to kneel before the king.

And the archbishop closest to Samwell was under the most pressure.

The thin body under the rough linen clothes trembled like chaff, and red blood gushed from his eyes, mouth and nose.

Poof, the archbishop fell to his knees before Caesar.

"I'm guilty!" He hissed and roared.

It was as if I had seen some extremely terrifying scene.

"Seven gods save me!" He reached out and pulled out his eyeballs.

"Help me!" He threw his fist and knocked his teeth out.

"Help—" Sharp Calendar's howl turned into orange-red flames.

Numerous blisters appeared on his skin and quickly festered, burning...... The archbishop burned from the inside out.

But there was silence in the prayer hall at this time.

No one exclaimed, and no one went to save the poor archbishop.

Everyone fell to their knees.

Only Caesar stood, watching the archbishop reduce to ashes in front of him.

In his eyes, there was a golden flame beating.

(End of chapter)