A violent storm swept across the land like a flame.

Samwell looked at the man wearing the Ice Crown below, and immediately decided in his heart that the other party was the Night King he had been looking for-

The legendary leader of the strangers, the source of the long night, and the lord of ice and snow.

Samwell has always been skeptical of Bran Stark's statement that only by killing the Night King can the war end.

This wasn't against Bran, nor at the Three-Eyed Raven, or at the Old Gods, but that he had a natural resistance and vigilance against the gods of this world.

Until the secrets and purpose of the gods are fully understood, Samwell will no longer believe their words.

However, at this time, the moment he saw the Night King, Samwell immediately felt a strong killing intent in his heart, as if the other party was his mortal enemy, as if the only purpose of his coming to this world was to kill the Night King.

Samwell could feel the blood boiling in his body.

At this moment, all doubts dissipated like smoke.

He licked his lips, and his eyes became extremely eager.

Since becoming the king of the Seven Kingdoms and receiving the blessing of the Seven Gods, Samwell has not really fought with all his strength for too long.

Even on the night of the bloodbath of Braavos, he didn't give it his all.

Because at the moment when his spiritual attributes skyrocketed, he chose to restart the seal left by the red-robed witch at the beginning.

Samwell had to do this, or the constant whispering in his ears would drive him crazy.

But now, he felt that he could finally break the seal for a while and fight a hearty battle.

As for whether the long night will end after killing the Night King, he can't care so much, let's kill it first.

Thinking of this, Samwell slowly pulled out the giant sword [Dawn] behind his back, jumped down from the white dragon, and rushed towards the strange altar.

The petal marks on the palm of his right hand gradually bloomed one by one, and Samwell once again felt an indescribable terrifying power in his body.

That force was rushing, surging, like a volcano about to erupt.

Rumble!

Suddenly there was a little silver light in the darkness.

Clang!

The silver light suddenly exploded, turning into countless sparks of orange, red, gray and white.

Both of them are already incredibly fast enough to be caught by the naked eye.

No one else can interfere at all.

But the others, or the strangers, didn't stay still.

The wraiths riding the ice spiders immediately targeted the three dragons soaring through the air, especially the terrifying white dragon.

Each of its dives brings with it a flame-like eruption of lava that scorches everything.

The black dragon and the green dragon are much inferior in strength, but because they are controlled by dragon knights, they know how to use tactics better, and they also cause great trouble to the strangers.

Arya Stark began to scream at the sight of the dragon, unable to contain her excitement, but because she was caught by the stranger, she could only help cheer and shout from the sidelines:

"Kill that ugly bastard with a crown! Your Majesty Caesar! Kill him! ”

In fact, she couldn't see the fight between Samwell and the Night King at all, the speed of the two was too fast.

I only saw a golden light and a gray light constantly intertwined in the air, like lightning colliding in midair.

Both were fast to the limits of their nerves and muscles.

Qiang –

A gray light shot out in midair, cutting a deep ravine in the snow, crashing into the middle of a group of ghouls, setting off a bloody wind.

The Night King stumbled, and the ice and snow sword in his hand broke into two.

But there was no look of surprise or fear in his dark blue pupils, and there was still a dead silence of indifference, more dead and silent than the long winter night.

Looking at the golden light that was rapidly approaching him, the Night King calmly raised his hand, and a trace of gray mist floated out of the strange altar and slowly wrapped around his right arm.

Click, click, click

In an instant, countless strange energies flew out, condensing into a terrifying abyssal giant mouth in mid-air.

A black light flashed in the giant mouth.

Swish!

A long black tongue shot out like lightning, like a giant python out of a hole, breaking through the air, leaving mottled cracks in mid-air, and rushing towards Caesar.

Samwell's heart sank, and he keenly felt the unusual power of this energy.

But there seems to be an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if I have met somewhere.

Although thousands of thoughts turned in his heart, the movements in his hands did not delay at all.

The greatsword [Dawn] turned gracefully between Samwell's hands, and the tip of the sword struck upward.

Countless golden silk threads around him quickly converged, just an ordinary slash, but the power and momentum exerted at this time far exceeded all his previous battles.

Rumble!

The golden greatsword and the long black tongue collided suddenly, and a brilliant fireworks burst into the night sky.

But this was far from the end, only to see the Night King's left hand also circle around, drawing a wisp of black energy from the strange altar again.

In an instant, the Night King's whole body bloomed with a large amount of black energy, and his ice and snow armor seemed to burn in an instant.

Boom!

Black flames poured down like a torrent, spreading rapidly across the snow, spreading like ripples in all directions.

The surrounding xenomorph ghouls, although they had tried to stay away from the battle between the two, were still pushed out by this terrifying energy shockwave.

The three dragons soared at the same time, flying into the air, as if they were extremely afraid of this black flame.

Samwell, who was bombarded head-on, couldn't dodge.

He could only take a step back and raise his greatsword in front of him, blocking the surging energy fluctuations.

For an instant, Samwell didn't feel the burning pain of the flames, nor did he feel the cold of the ice and snow, he only felt a powerful coercion.

Not on the body, but on the soul.

Rumble!

Countless black flames swept upward, engulfing Samwell in an instant.

"Sam!" Daenerys, who was riding on Drogon's back, couldn't help but exclaim, the burning look on her face could not be concealed.

Even from such a distance, she could still feel the horror of this energy, as if it was irresistible, reaching the deepest part of her heart.

But when the black flames gradually dissipated, a golden circular barrier stood silently in front of Samwell, blocking his slender body just behind.

Daenerys had just breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart immediately lifted again.

Because the Night King's attack is far from over.

I saw that his hands continued to draw energy from the strange altar one after another, covering his whole body again and again, forming that terrifying strange force field, which dispersed like a tide in all directions, wave after wave, endlessly.

Samwell gripped the greatsword tightly, and golden threads coalesced from the void and merged into the barrier around him.

Dense and wispy, soon he became the appearance of a golden egg.

But under the suppression of the tidal wave of black force field, Samwell couldn't move at all, and could only resist hard.

"It seems...... It can't be suppressed anymore......" Samwell sighed softly.

Glancing at the petal seal on his left hand.

"Since you can't continue to suppress it, then ...... Unravel it completely! ”

As soon as the words fell, he took the initiative to put down the giant sword, as if he was about to give up.

For the first time, the Night King's dark blue pupils showed mood swings, a shock mixed with doubts.

But in the next moment, a large cloud of golden threads bloomed like a shadow from the human king opposite, like a midsummer flower blooming.

Whoosh Whoosh –

Countless golden threads weaved like streamers, wrapping around Samwell from all directions.

His pupils turned golden again, and the bare skin on his face was densely covered with golden lines.

I saw him raise his hand and point—

Countless golden threads surged like a storm, sweeping towards the Night King in front of the altar.

Rumble!

Gold completely suppressed black, becoming the only dominant color in this darkness.

Samwell's ears rang again with a lingering whisper, but he didn't care, just stared at the receding figure of the ice crystal.

"It's time to finish, right?"

Click, click

A sharp and deep sound of ice shattering sounded in the heavens and the earth.

Samwell saw the cracks in the Night King's ice crystal armor appear like cobwebs.

The other's body was also trembling violently, as if something gray-white wanted to burrow through the cracks in the Night King's armor.

Samwell's eyes were cold, and he didn't dare to hesitate, and once again raised his greatsword and rushed forward.

But he was still a step too late.

A surging black wave poured down from the altar, and the entire pillar of pure black light that reached the sky exploded, and the sky revealed a faint light.

Rumble!

Countless black lines suddenly exploded, and the earth shook, as if the end of the world had come.

The wind and snow are roaring, and the dead are wailing.

The ancestors are barren mounds, and this land that has been sleeping for thousands of years seems to be waking up.

Black swept back and gained the upper hand.

And in that surging black wave, the Night King was covered in gray-white light, which looked both eerie and shocking.

The emotions revealed in his dark blue pupils became more and more complex, and he no longer ignored everything as before.

But his strength has also grown by leaps and bounds.

A black wave of a large number of gray-white eerie runes flashed in circles, enveloping Samwell alone.

He felt a terrifying coercion from the Night King that was dozens of times stronger than before.

This kind of coercion is not at all what he can fight against now.

Even if he had completely lifted the seal, he would not be able to catch it.

Moreover, Samwell felt an extremely strong threat from the Night King, the threat of death.

Swish!

A black light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

Samwell subconsciously tilted his head, and felt a chill seeping into his bone marrow from his left shoulder.

Half of his body was frozen and stiffened by this.

If he hadn't tilted his head just now, he might have died.

It's too powerful.

How so?

Samwell felt despair for the first time.

The Night King, on the other hand, was walking towards the Human King unhurriedly, and a pure black dagger was condensing and forming in his hand, like the scythe of death.

That's impossible!

Samwell wouldn't believe it.

If the Night King really has such overwhelming strength, why does the other party keep hiding and going directly to defeat the Neck Ze defense line to end this war?

This is not a power that belongs to this world!

The reason why Samwell dared to confront the gods was because he understood the limitations of the gods in his repeated temptations.

They may be extremely powerful, but they can't project much power into the world, otherwise there is no need to play various prophetic games with him.

What went wrong?

Samwell tried to draw his greatsword, but found that under the pressure of the Night King, his hands were heavier than the earth.

Seeing that the Night King was approaching step by step, but Caesar did not dodge the action, Daenerys in the air instantly panicked.

"Sam!"

Samwell was startled, looked up, and saw a green light in the night sky rushing towards him desperately.

"Nope! Stay back! He hissed.

But the green dragon showed no signs of slowing down.

"No!"

Samwell roared again, and slashed out with the greatsword in his hand.

But his movements were incredibly slow, or time was suddenly stretched out by some force.

It's as if the whole world has switched to slow motion in a movie.

Samwell looked at his wife, who was rushing over desperately, and there was a strong pain somewhere in his heart.

But at the same time, pictures flashed quickly before his eyes.

Red Comet, Bloody Reef Island, Ancient City of Guise......

Death, resurrection, deception, control, sacrifice......

Finally fixed on a beautiful face.

Nissa Nissa!

Legends from thousands of years ago are once again reverberating in my mind.

The hero who led humanity to fight off the last long night, the son of the Holy Flame, the prince of prophecy who forged the sword of Lightbringer out of his wife's blood, the Azar Yahai......

Victory comes at a price.

Light requires sacrifice.

"Nope! Never! ”

Anger and fear swept over him, drowning Samwell's consciousness in one fell swoop.

In a trance, his eyes went dark, and the Night King, the Wraith, the Altar, and Daenerys all disappeared.

Samwell finds himself standing on top of a lava ruin.

The earth cracked through cobweb-like cracks, and golden flames surged through it.

And across from him, stood a man whose face he couldn't see clearly.

"Still don't understand? Caesar. The man whispered.

"Who are you?" Samwell asked warily.

"It doesn't matter who I am." The man said, "The important thing is, who are you?" ”

"I am Caesar!" Samwell replied reflexively.

But the man shook his head slowly:

"No, you've been wrong all along. You can escape for a while, but you can't escape for a lifetime. This is your destiny, and it will always follow you like a shadow. ”

Samwell said coldly:

"Then you say, who am I?"

"After the long summer, when the stars weep blood, and the cold darkness will envelop the world, at this hour of terror, a warrior will pull out the flaming sword from the flames, and that sword will be the 'Lightbringer', the red sword of heroes, and the one who holds the sword is the reincarnation of Azor Ahai, and he will drive away the darkness."

The man uttered this ancient prophecy of Asha in an aria tone, and finally said in an unquestionable tone:

"You, of course, are the reincarnation of Azar Yahai!"

As he spoke, the man suddenly looked up, and he had the exact same face as Samwell.

"Accept the arrangement of fate and complete your mission." The man said, "Go, kill your wife, Nissa Nissa, and use her sacrifice to forge the true Lightbringer and end this long night!" ”

Samwell listened quietly to the man's words, but a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Lahlo, it's you." He said.

Immediately, regardless of the expression on the face of the man opposite, Samwell continued to himself:

"I once heard a saying, even though it came from the mouth of the enemy, but I thought it said something."

The man looked at Samwell quietly, his eyes unwavering:

"What?"

Samwell waved his hand lightly, as if to sweep away the morning fog:

"All gods are lies."

(End of chapter)