Samwell walks in the dark.

Several candles burned along the wall, emitting a faint light, but here, the light seemed to be somewhat restrained, unable to illuminate much of an area, vague, as if separated by an invisible glass shield.

It's quiet too.

Only the sound of footsteps rubbing against the stones of boots could be heard.

A wooden door opened silently, and Samwell stepped inside.

But the Faceless One, who greeted him in, stopped at the door.

Samwell ignored him and moved on.

There were more voices in the darkness, like someone was whispering, and there were soft crying.

Passing through a wooden door again, Samwell heard the sound of running water.

By this time, he had come to an empty circular hall.

Countless statues stood along the walls, red candles flickering at their feet, like distant stars in the night sky.

Closest to Samwell was a three-meter-tall marble statue of a woman, with realistic tears streaming from her eyes and into the stone bowl she was holding in her arms.

Further on that was a lion-headed man seated on a throne, with a white face cast of bronze and steel, a pale baby with a greatsword, a black goat with shaggy hair, and a hooded man leaning against a stick...... Many shadows looming in the darkness.

Samwell knew that these were statues of gods from all over the world, and he also found statues of the seven gods here, but only the stranger who symbolized death.

In the center of the rotunda, he found the source of the previous sound of running water, a large pool of water, black as ink in the dim light of candles.

By the pool sat a man in a black and white cloak, with an incomparably kind face under the hood.

When he saw Samwell, he stood up, smiled gently, and said:

"Everyone dies."

Samwell didn't answer, and looked at the other person next to him.

That man was none other than Aquaman's son, Bruce Antarion.

Bruce also saw Samwell and exclaimed:

"Why is he here? Didn't you promise me to kill him! Fast! Kill him! ”

"Death comes at a price." So said the kind man.

"Didn't I already give you dragon eggs?" Bruce shouted.

"Not enough." The kind man said, "You are going to kill the king of the seven kingdoms, the most powerful man in the world, and a dragon egg alone is not enough to buy a life." ”

Bruston was horrified and furious:

"The most valuable thing for me is that dragon egg, and nothing else!"

"Nope." The benevolent man shook his head slowly, "You also have one of the most precious things that can be used as a sacrifice to please the god of a thousand faces. ”

"What?"

"Your life."

Hearing this, the glimmer of hope that had just appeared on Bruce's face suddenly froze there.

Samwell looked at the scene in front of him with great interest, and did not stop it, but opened his mouth to persuade:

"Bruce, you hear, the God of a Thousand Faces needs your life as a price. If I were you, instead of waiting to be killed, I would sacrifice myself and take a gamble to see if I could drag my enemies to hell with me. ”

Bruce looked at Samwell with a sarcastic and teasing expression, and then at the kind-looking Faceless Man beside him, and a thousand thoughts turned in his heart in an instant.

But after all, he didn't dare to make a decision, so he shouted unwillingly:

"Help me kill Caesar! I'm giving you all of Braavos! ”

"You can't give us Braavos." The kind man still shook his head, "It doesn't belong to you." And the god of a thousand faces doesn't need Braavos either. The only thing you can please the gods is your own death. ”

"yes." Samwell drew his greatsword behind his back and slowly approached, "Make a decision, Bruce. ”

Bruce looked at Caesar's greatsword burning with golden flames, the dazzling light that pierced his heart twitching.

The terrifying pressure filled the air, hanging over his head like a mountain, leaving Bruce with no help but infinite despair.

He knew he had no choice.

"Good!" Bruce hissed, "I'll give you my life!" You help me kill Caesar! ”

The kind man smiled softly again, took a stone cup from his coat pocket, bent down and scooped a glass of water into the ink-black pool, handed it to Bruce, and motioned for him to drink it.

Bruce took the cup, his hands trembling uncontrollably, but he never dared to put it in his mouth.

"Death is not a bad thing." "It is a gift from God to put an end to our longings and also to end our suffering." Whether we are lowly slaves or noble kings, we can find the true meaning of life in death.

Drink, child, and taste the sweetness of death.

Accept God's gifts. ”

In the soothing and intoxicating persuasion of the kind man, the struggle on Bruce's face faded.

Finally, he slowly picked up the stone cup and drank it all.

Knock Knock –

The stone cup fell to the marble floor, and Bruce took one last look at Samwell with an eerie smile:

"Caesar, I'm waiting for you at the gates of hell!"

Samwell looked at the other in silence and did not respond.

It wasn't until Bruce fell limply, completely out of breath, that he looked at the kind-faced Faceless One again.

But at this time, the other party has completely changed his face.

No, this time he didn't have a face.

All that remained was a yellowed skull under the hood, a few pieces of skin stuck to the cheeks, and a white worm writhed out of the hollow eye socket.

"On the day everyone is born, the God of a Thousand Faces will send a black angel to be by our side for life." "When our sins become too great, when our sufferings become too much to bear, this black angel will take us by the hand and lead us to the land of night.

The stars there will always shine brightly, and there will never be suffering or torment......"

Samwell interrupted, "There's nothing there. ”

The white worm in the Faceless's eye socket writhed, and seemed to smile:

"Man, do you remember your black angel?"

"If I really had such a black angel, it would have been cut down by me."

"You can't kill the Black Angel. Just as you can't escape death. ”

Samwell pursed his lips and asked rhetorically:

"What about you?"

"Of course we can't." The Faceless One freely admitted, "The God of a Thousand Faces is fair, and He grants liberation to all people from death, and certainly does not neglect His servants." ”

Samwell twisted the giant sword in his hand and said:

"Well, today I will grant you liberation on behalf of the God of a Thousand Faces."

"We will welcome it with infinite joy." The Faceless One said sincerely, as if he really hoped that Samwell would kill them.

"Good! Then I will fulfill you! Samwell snorted coldly, and then raised his sword forward.

His steps were unhurried, and his heart was full of vigilance, because the faceless man in front of him felt very strange to him.

It can be said that of all the opponents he has ever met, the one who feels the strongest threat is the faceless man with a pale yellow skull in front of him.

Even if his strength had now risen to an extremely terrifying level, even the power of the Lord of Light, Rahlo, could not stop him in the slightest.

But this Faceless ......

But Samwell felt the breath of death.

It was like night around him, and there was no escape, no place to hide, and no place to start.

No matter how sharp [Dawn] is, can it cut through the darkness?

Samwell felt lost at first, but soon, he regained his inner strength.

Even if the other party is really as lingering as death, as eternal as darkness, he is going to split a sword!

Holding [Dawn], his mission is to tear apart this long night!

Samwell walked forward, the golden glow in his eyes burning like flames.

Streams of golden light emerged from the darkness around them, converging into the Dawn like a river flowing into the sea.

The golden flames burned brightly, and in an instant they shone like the sun.

A powerful and divine aura spread rapidly and fluctuated, filling the entire hall in an instant.

Phew!

Samwell swung out with a sword, and the golden halo was like a ring of ripples, dispersing towards all the spaces of the hall at an extremely fast speed.

Everywhere he went, everything split in two.

Even the darkness was torn apart in this instant.

Also torn apart was the Cloak of the Faceless, a black and white cloak reduced to ashes in the golden flames.

But the yellow skeleton under the cloak was gone, as if blended into the darkness.

Samwell's eyes narrowed.

When he looked up again, he saw a thousand faces looking down on him in the darkness.

They hung on the wall, front and back, left and right, up and down, high and low, no matter where he looked...... You can see all the faces.

He saw old and young faces, pale and dark faces, smooth faces and rough faces, freckle faces and scar faces, men's faces and women's faces, boys' faces and girls' faces, and even babies' faces.

Some of them are handsome, some are ordinary, some are smiling, some are sad, some are greedy, angry or lustful, some are bare, some are full of hair.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Samwell snorted coldly.

Poof!

In the darkness, Samwell leapt up with a golden greatsword in his hand, stabbed one of the Faceless Man in the chest, and lifted it up.

Crash!

Blood poured out, and the entire Faceless One had its head and chest torn open, and the mangled corpse slowly fell to the ground.

Samwell doesn't stop.

A golden light flashed, and another faceless man suddenly stiffened, and then a bloody streak appeared on his neck, and his head rolled down to the marble floor with a grunt, leaving a bloody trail.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

Samwell weaves his way through the halls, and no one can resist the power of his sword when he encounters the Faceless One.

Soon, the marble floor was covered with corpses one after another.

It's dense and creepy to watch.

What's even more bizarre is that those Faceless Ones don't seem to feel any fear in the face of a killing god like Samwell.

Perhaps, as they themselves say, death is liberation, a gift.

Hundreds of Faceless Ones, like moths to a flame, rushed to Samwell to meet his death.

Such a strange and terrifying scene made Samwell feel a heartfelt horror.

Are believers in the God of a Thousand Faces really not afraid of death?

Even...... Longing for death?

Of course, the greatsword in his hand did not stop, and it continued to wield, reaping the lives of one faceless person after another.

The corpses piled up in the main hall, and the strong smell of blood was almost suffocating.

In this darkness of death and blood, it was as if something was sprouting and surging.

Samwell felt this power and immediately withdrew his sword and stood, his whole body tensed, and he stared intently.

Rumble!

The entire black and white courtyard trembled violently, and it was the white dragon outside who sensed the danger of his master and tried to destroy the building.

Bang!

The megalithic hall hummed with the impact of the dragon, and countless fine pieces of dust flew in the air.

The surviving Faceless Ones in the temple stopped attacking, and stood in front of the corpses of their companions, their faces serene, their hands crossed over their chests, as if praying, as if performing some ritual.

A figure slowly stepped out of the crowd, and under the black and white cloak, there was a pale yellow head.

"The cold winds of winter have blown, the long night is approaching, and the final judgment is coming." He chanted, "Caesar, are you ready?" ”

Samwell squinted his eyes and said:

"Who's going to judge?"

"Gods, of course."

"Gods?" Samwell sneered, "What qualifications do they have to judge sentient beings?" ”

"Caesar, do you remember who you are?" The Faceless One suddenly asked a strange question.

"Of course I am." Samwell Road.

Bang!

The hall shook again.

In the darkness, there was a faint clicking sound.

Samwell could see cracks begin to spread across the pillars.

The Faceless One didn't seem to be worried at all about the Black and White Courtyard being knocked down by the dragon, and still said in an indifferent tone:

"No, you've forgotten who you are. What about your Black Angel? ”

"What bullshit black angels." Samwell couldn't help but explode.

But in the next second, a wave of darkness poured out from the depths of his soul, violently flooding his consciousness.

When he regained his vision, he found himself on top of a castle with red tiles and white walls.

This is the Horn Tomb.

Samwell recognized the Tully family's castle at a glance.

This is also where it all began.

Zooming in, he saw a fat boy with black hair awkwardly sneaking into the kitchen, rummaging through food.

That's Samwell Tully.

His predecessor.

It was then that he realized that there really seemed to be a vague shadow following behind Samwell Tully.

A black angel in the mouth of the Faceless?

But in the next second, the phantom seemed to have encountered something terrifying, and it turned into black smoke and dissipated in the wind.

At the same time, the fat boy who was stealing food in the kitchen also fell to the ground and seemed to have fainted.

"Who are you?"

Samwell turned his head and saw the Faceless Man with the yellow skull appear beside him at some point.

Empty eyes stared at him, his gaze full of scrutiny.

Samwell felt a sudden wave of fear, as if his greatest secret was being unreservedly exposed.

The feeling made him panic.

But soon, he regained his composure.

The domineering spirit of the monarchs of the Seven Kingdoms has been restored.

"I am Caesar!" He declared.

At the same time, with a stretch of his right hand, he pulled out the giant sword [Dawn] from the void, and then stabbed out with a sword!

Rumble!

The golden flames burst open, engulfing the Faceless in an instant.

The illusion of the Horn Tomb rippled like smoke and dissipated into the darkness.

Samwell found himself back in the Black and White Courtyard, his greatsword stabbed into the chest of the Faceless Man with the yellow skull.

The other party didn't seem to care about such damage, and his empty eyes still stared directly at Samwell, as if he wanted to see him through from the inside out.

But alas, the golden flames swept up and completely devoured him.

Bang!

The hall shook violently, and countless stones fell one after another.

"Roar—"

A loud dragon roar echoed through the hall, and a familiar and scorching breath came from overhead.

Samwell looked up to see Cleopatra finally topple the dome of the Black and White Courtyard, and a huge dragon head poked in, blood-red eyes sweeping over the faceless ones.

He smiled at the white dragon, then turned around, and saw that the faceless man in front of him had turned into a pile of ashes, leaving only a pale yellow head.

In the hollow eye sockets, the white worm writhed, and finally turned into a sporadic white smoke, dissipating into the air.

(End of chapter)