Thousands of worshippers gathered outside Baylor's Great Chapel.

There are also members of the newly formed Order of the Holy Sword Knights and the Star Warriors.

They crowded the hills of Visenya, eagerly awaiting the appearance of the archbishop and the guidance of the seven gods.

Beyond the hills, Caesar's army had gathered.

The elite armies of the Seven Kingdoms have already drained the waters surrounding the Visennian hills.

This action caused a stir in the ranks of the believers, who were all shocked by the king's ruthlessness and determination.

Perhaps they didn't expect that Caesar would really dare to send troops to surround the Basilica of Baylor.

The tension in King's Landing was so intense that a spark was just a spark away from igniting a sea of fire.

In the Basilica of Baylor, the current archbishop still kneels in front of the statue of the seven gods, praying silently.

He had been kneeling here all night.

If he could, the archbishop would like to kneel for seven days and seven nights.

Three hundred years ago, when Aegon Targaryen the Conqueror descended on Old Town with his dragon, the Archbishop fasted and prayed for seven days and seven nights in the Starry Chapel, and then claimed to have received an oracle and bowed his noble head to Aegon.

The archbishop wondered if his predecessors three hundred years ago had really received the oracle, or had to succumb to the power of the dragon.

This is destined to be a mystery buried in the smoke of history, and no one can know.

But the archbishop knew that he had prayed all night and had received no oracle.

He thought he had used the most pious attitude, but he still did not receive a response from the gods—

As it has always been for countless days and nights.

If he used to be able to deceive himself with his low status and unworthy oracle, but now?

He is already the archbishop and the spokesman of the seven gods in the world.

Don't you deserve the guidance of the Seven Gods?

Or is it that the so-called seven gods are just a wonderful lie from beginning to end.

Yesterday's scene of the sparrow in the prayer hall was reduced to ashes, and the archbishop had to admit bitterly that perhaps the Seven would not protect their spokesmen at all.

So, if Caesar wanted to kill him, it would be just as easy.

Of course, he may also be able to rely on outside believers.

But once he really chooses to fight this path, then, he can't turn back.

Perhaps the enraged Caesar will let his dragon burn down the Great Sanctuary of Baylor.

He had no doubt that the other party would dare to do such a thing.

Perhaps, compromise is the only right option.

The archbishop thought of the conditions he had made when he met Caesar in secret last night.

He understood that once he agreed to do what Caesar asked, then henceforth, the Church of the Seven would become a vassal of the royal power.

He is no longer the only spokesman of the Seven Gods in the world.

Caesar is.

Hurried footsteps rang out in the hall, interrupting the archbishop's thoughts.

"Your Majesty," said the monk, with a panic in his tone, "the men of the capital garrison came outside the Sanctuary, and they said they wanted to arrest the blasphemer. ”

The archbishop forced himself to composure and asked:

"Who is the blasphemer?"

The monk hesitated for a moment, then said:

"They say, it's Archbishop Patrick, Archbishop Stephen, Archbishop Brian, and Archbishop Peake."

The archbishop understood that these were the same group of archbishops who demanded toughness against Caesar at the council.

It was Caesar who was forcing him to take a stand.

In the midst of contemplation, another string of dense footsteps sounded.

The archbishop looked up, and saw several archbishops walking into the hall together.

"Your Majesty! Believers have been waiting outside for a long time! Isn't it time for you to announce the oracle of the Seven Gods? ”

The archbishop knew that he could not afford to delay any longer.

He took one last look at the statue of the Seven Gods, and his gaze lingered on it for a long time, as if expecting a final miracle.

But alas, the miracle did not happen.

In the past, the seven statues of the gods that were worshiped by countless people were no different from ordinary wood carvings, lifeless and without any divine wonders.

"Your Majesty!" Seeing that the archbishop was hesitant, Archbishop Patrick could not help but feel anxious, and advised, "You need not worry. The light of the Seven Gods always shines on the city, go outside and see how many people are willing to shed their blood for us! Caesar was not terrible, and his army had countless followers of the Seven Gods! If you're willing to stand up and raise your arms and shout, the splendor of the Seven will spread throughout King's Landing! ”

The Seven Gods have no brilliance at all. The archbishop thought sadly.

Otherwise, how could the previous archbishop die?

And why did his prayers go unanswered?

"Okay, it's time." The archbishop collected his mood and finally made a decision, "Let's go." ”

The archbishops showed excited expressions and hurriedly hugged the archbishop and walked out.

The group walked through the Hall of Lights and arrived at the entrance of the Sanctuary.

Today, the sky was cloudless and the sun was shining, and the dazzling light that sprinkled it gave the buildings of the Church a layer of divine brilliance.

The presence of the archbishop elicited enthusiastic cheers from the countless faithful gathered outside the church.

Countless waving arms swayed in the wind, and a huge statue of Baylor I stood quietly in the forest, with a sad expression on his face.

Sir Todd Flora came to the archbishop with a garrison of the capital, bowed slightly, and then said:

"Your Majesty, I bring your Majesty's greetings. He asked me to tell you that everything that is sacred will be reduced to ordinary. ”

The archbishop was pondering the deeper meaning of Caesar's words, when he heard the other man say again:

"Also, there are a number of blasphemers standing around you, so remember not to be influenced by them."

"Who do you say is the blasphemer?" The archbishops glared at Sir Todd.

Todd didn't pay any attention to these glances, smiled slightly, and took a few steps back.

The archbishop froze and came to the stone steps under a series of burning eyes.

The cheers suddenly became so enthusiastic that they almost suffocated him like a raging tide.

"Followers of the Seven Gods," he said in a loud voice.

The voices around them thinned out, and everyone held their breath as they listened to the archbishop's speech.

"I have brought you the oracle of the Seven Gods!"

The archbishop suddenly felt that his throat was extremely dry, and the direct sunlight was extremely dazzling, shining on him like a fire.

"The cold winds of winter have blown! The long night is approaching! Ancient evil forces are revived, and they will bring endless fear and disaster to this world! ”

The archbishop saw a shadow rise in the direction of the Red Keep, and was rapidly approaching the Basilica of Baylor in the face of the sun.

It was Caesar and his white dragon.

"But don't worry, don't be afraid!" He exclaimed, "The seven gods have paved the way for our salvation!" ”

The white dragon had arrived over the Sanctuary, its cloud-obscuring wings casting boundless shadows over the entire Visennian hills.

"Samwell Caesar!" The archbishop shouted.

The white dragon descended slowly, and the hot wind forced back the crowd gathered outside the temple.

"He's the son of the seven!" The archbishop pointed to the man who jumped from the dragon's back and shouted, "He will lead us on the road to salvation!" ”

The faces of the archbishops changed greatly, they never thought that the so-called oracle of the archbishop turned out to be this.

The believers were also stunned by this oracle.

The whole square was silent.

Only Samwell walked forward slowly, blonde hair and golden eyes, and his whole body exuded a terrifying coercion that made people dare not look at it directly.

"Meet the Son of the Seven!" The archbishop pouted and fell to his knees towards the king.

"Meet the Son of the Seven!" Ser Todd also fell to his knees with the capital garrison.

Then, no matter what they thought, the archbishops, the monks, the faithful, and the countless nobles, soldiers, and commoners of King's Landing all fell to their knees, and the sound of chanting spread like a tidal wave:

"Son of the Seven Gods!"

(End of chapter)