Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 229: With God
The fire in her body burned day and night, scorching her, and the scorching flames deformed her body.

She could feel her blood boiling and entangled with hunger, the flames and blood rolling and tearing in her internal organs and blood vessels. The extreme violence brought extreme pain.

The priest of the Red God closed his eyes and prayed, trying to calm the restlessness of the power.

She opened her eyes and stared into the flames.

The flickering illusion swayed in the flames.

She saw blood flowing from ships, countless corpses tumbling in the sea, and thick blood submerging the sea. Dark shadows with huge wings hovered in the blue sky, and a tall, twisted monster with ten long arms wandered under the sea of ​​blood.

And in the more distant illusion.

She vaguely saw a pale, human-like strange thing with broken and swollen limbs, disheveled hair, and cheeks bitten by fish. The strange thing was at the bottom of the deep sea, observing silently.

She also vaguely saw a group of flames high in the sky, crossing the sky like the aurora.

There are many weird things.

She felt extremely painful, her brain seemed to be boiling, and the surging power was like a violent tide, overcoming her spirit and will. In a trance, she seemed to see strange shadows flying around, and then dissipated into mist.

Fremi's body trembled, black blood smoked, flowing from her mouth, nose, eyes and ears, and running down her thighs. The heat wave was like a burning sword, drawing patterns on her skin.

She had the illusion that she was about to shatter and then disappear.

A voice from a distant and unfamiliar place called out to her: "Fremi, burn." She saw herself burning, with flames shooting up into the sky.

Her vision rose high, and through the curtain of flames, she saw a shattered world. The sky was filled with rolling red clouds, and ashes swirled down from the dark sky, and the ashes in the sky swirled in the air. Burning debris drew arcs in the air and flew across the crumbling earth.

On a high grey cliff, on the crumbling and breaking earth, in the crumbling earth, there were hundreds of caves, red flames were burning, black sea water was violently surging, and there was white mist with a biting cold. Soon, all the illusions disappeared, leaving only countless skeletons and black shadows.

Skeletons of humans, dragons, demons and monsters, as well as countless shadows of demons and monsters.

The skull represents death and the shadows represent demons and monsters.

In a trance, she heard a whisper, a word, dragon. The orange-red flames outlined a vague figure, which appeared and disappeared in front of her, like peeping at a vague shadow through frosted glass. The shadow had three heads, one of which was blurry. She looked there, but could only see the horror of lightning and thunder. She didn't dare to look anymore, and turned to his other head, and saw a faint colorful glow.

There was a sudden throbbing in her heart, followed by extreme pain, and flames surged in her flesh like a whip.

She came to her senses.

"What did you see, Lady Fremy?" She looked towards the corner of the room where King Viserys was sitting, looking at her with curiosity.

She did not seem surprised, and her tone was calm as usual: "You have already abandoned the fate of Azor Ahai. But when the great war sweeps the world, do you think you have enough power?" She could no longer glimpse the future of King Viserys or the fate of Azor Ahai from the flames.

Viserys did not give a direct answer, but asked: "I guess you have something to tell me, Lady Fremy, can we talk frankly?" His tone was unexpectedly calm.

Fremi's red eyes flickered in the light of the lamp, and she asked calmly, "Do you have any questions for me?"

Viserys glanced toward the tower window, where a body bag lay. "Do you know who's in that?"

She blinked her strange, blood-red eyes and replied calmly, "A sea monster."

"Can you be more precise?" Viserys asked.

Fremi smiled back: "Sea monster is not only the code name people use for his family, but also his essence."

This answer made Viserys nod his head: "Since you know it, it means that the god you serve also knows it. Does your god just let him do it?"

Fremi replied vaguely: "The will of the gods cannot be guessed. Your Majesty, we are R'hllor's tools, and we exist for only one purpose - to stop the darkness. Do you understand?"

Viserys asked, “In R’hllor’s land, to stop the darkness you must first allow it to come?”

Fremi paused, as if she was thinking, or listening to the decree of her god. Soon, she answered: "The reason you don't understand is because the time has not come yet."

From what Fremi said, it seemed that R'hllor had other plans. Perhaps he planned to let the long night fall, unleash the power of the God of Cold, and then strike back?

But it was difficult for Viserys to tell whether the consciousness of these gods could come up with sufficiently complex strategies. And generally speaking, when one side chooses strategy, it means that his power is either not strong enough or he has other intentions in secret.

Viserys pressed on. "Is that so? I feel as though your god has fallen behind the rest of the gods, and has been slow to respond to the great war you speak of."

"There are no gods, your majesty." She shook her head. "There are only two true gods. Not seven, not one, not a hundred, not a thousand, but only Two. One black, one white. One ice, one fire. The war between the two has been going on since the beginning of the world, and everyone must choose a side before the judgment comes. On one side is R'hllor, the Lord of Light, Heart of Flame, God of Shadow and Fire. On the other is the Ancient Other God, the God of Darkness, the Spirit of Ice, God of Night and Terror. Not Baratheon or Targaryen, Greyjoy or Lannister, the Drowned God or the Storm God or the Seven or the Greenseer. It is life and death. Light and dark."

Viserys understood roughly. In the eyes of R'hllor, or in the eyes of his followers, the world is polarized, not coexisting with many powers. Only the God of Cold is R'hllor's opponent. Others, even the "gods" with a certain ability to choose, such as the Drowned God, the Three-Eyed Raven, and even Viserys, who occupies a kind of "song" or a part of the power of "song", are only relatively powerful. It's like they have gone from ordinary people in the dispute between two great powers to princes who have to choose sides.

Viserys wondered inexplicably, what he was going through now, could it be a proxy war? Or, perhaps their actions were also unexpected incidents for the so-called "true gods", but the "true gods" were the "big chess party" hiding behind the scenes preparing for a world war, constantly adjusting their strategies, intending to have more solid hard power before the two sides of the "true gods" really came into contact?
But the White Walkers of the God of Cold all came south from the Far North and even took action in Braavos, but Viserys felt that he could not see what R'hllor had done.

And there is also a Euron. The long night in the prophecy was most likely caused by Euron, but R'hllor knew all this and just sat back and watched.

It must be said that Viserys was full of doubts. He found himself unsure of what the Red God R'hllor was planning.
In comparison, the purpose of the God of Cold is obviously easier to understand and more straightforward. As an alien god, the ultimate goal of the God of Cold is obviously to transform the world into a world suitable for the survival of the White Walkers, which is naturally hostile to humans, the Children of the Forest, and all things that rely on the warm world for survival.

R'hllor seemed to be on the side of light. He claimed to be the only true God without unifying human faith, but Viserys felt that he was hitting a wall everywhere and could not see any results. Of course, some people in the riverlands used the Red God to resurrect the dead, and the Red God's priests obviously had superhuman powers, but it was still not intuitive enough.

Viserys and Euron, two half-baked men, were able to summon wind and rain and cause such a big commotion on the sea with the incomplete power of the Storm God. The Storm God and the Drowned God were suspected to have fought a protracted war of gods in the Storm Land.

And R'hllor, who claimed to be the true god, seemed to have displayed no great power.

Even Stannis was sent to the North by Viserys. Compared with the power that the God of Cold had already shown, the power shown by R'hllor, one of the "true gods", made Viserys feel that the power of both sides seemed a little unequal.

Viserys suddenly felt very strange. R'hllor, who claimed to be the true god, seemed to be unable to do many things without his "believers", including the God of Cold, who was also regarded as a "true god". It seemed that he couldn't do many things without the White Walkers.

But from Viserys's experience of a battle with Euron, and a glimpse of the battle between the Storm God and the Drowned God in a corner of the war, they can change the sky at will with the power of "song", causing wind, rain, thunder and lightning. And they are not the "true gods" mentioned by the Red God priests.

Viserys quickly realized the difference.

He and Euron can be called "demigods", but without exception they have physical bodies. Similarly, although the Storm God has turned into bones, he is also a god with a physical body.
Viserys quickly realized that the power of "song" seemed to be more powerful in the world when there was a physical body. The Cold God and the Red God were probably conceptual gods without physical bodies, so their power had to rely on carriers to work.

This then raises a question. Why is it considered wrong to project power onto entities like the Storm God does?

Is it because placing power on an entity might kill it? Viserys thought of how the Storm God projected his power onto the sea dragon Naga, gaining unimaginable power, but in the end he was defeated by the Drowned God, his body was cut into pieces and sealed, and his power dissipated until the power brought by Viserys's journey awakened him again.

Projecting power into entities seems to carry the risk of being ambushed, but there may be more than one risk.

Viserys suddenly thought that the Drowned God sealed the power of the Storm God, but preserved his faith and passed it down along with the Drowned God faith, which seemed to be a motive.

Viserys could not help but ask: "Lady Fremy, can you help me ask your god the definition of 'true God'? Are those without entity the true God, and those with entity the false God?"

Fremi replied: "You are blaspheming the true God, Your Majesty."

Viserys shook his head. "Let me ask you, or your true god, if you will. Is the Drowned God corporeal or incorporeal?"

Flemmy raised her eyes and gazed at Viserys.

For a moment Viserys felt as if there was a wave of heat in the air, and he saw a vague ball of scarlet fire burning in Frelmi's eyes.

She stared at Viserys for a long moment, without blinking.

Viserys watched the flames in Fremy's eyes flicker and change, and seemed to see behind the curtain of fire... there seemed to be something... but it also seemed like there was nothing.

Only fire.

fire.

But Viserys felt as if he was staring into something and being seen through.

Fremi's eyes began to tear up, and smoking tears of blood flowed from her scarlet pupils. But she was unaware of it and murmured, "Take the fire to Valyria."

It was a strange feeling. Viserys seemed to understand what she was whispering. Fremy's words were as if R'hllor had appeared to him. The meaning was: the answer he wanted was in Valyria, and in exchange, he needed to take Fremy there.

Viserys couldn't help but ask: "You are powerful enough, why do you need me?"

Fremi murmured again: "You, Storm, help the true God bring about a never-ending summer."

Her voice was very soft, but it rang particularly clearly in Viserys' ears.

Viserys knew clearly in his mind: R'hllor had promised him that he would give him the complete Song of Storms and make him the Storm God, on the condition that he would assist R'hllor. The ultimate goal was to reshape the world and bring about a never-ending summer.

Freyme's voice fell silent, and Viserys saw that she was in a trance, as if in some kind of pain.

But the priestess of the Red God had amazing willpower, as if she took the fate of the whole world on her shoulders. After a short period of confusion, she gradually came to her senses and began to pray devoutly: "R'hllor, Lord of Light, Allah! Lead me out of the darkness. Oh, Allah, please fill my heart with flames so that I can obey your shining light."

Viserys noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with Fremy and took a closer look.

She is blind.

Viserys asked her, "What did you see and hear, Lady Fremy?"

She was a little mentally unstable: "Oh, Your Majesty. Thank you, I feel the eternal fire, bathed in the light of eternal light. I see, I see, the eternally burning flame. I hear, I hear the crackling sound of the eternal flame. Oh, it turns out that you have always been with me, R'hllor, the Heart of the Holy Flame, the light that guides me!"

Viserys's lips tightened.

He has realized that the flame on Fremi's body is the real power of the Red God, and even contains the will of the Red God.

Although R'hllor did not answer Viserys's question, Viserys could probably guess a little: the Red God and the Drowned God had probably reached some kind of cooperation; the Red God's goal was the Great Music, to reshape the world and create a world where long summer never ended; the power of the Storm God that the Drowned God sought might just be used as a temporary prop, rather than taking it for himself, and might be handed over to R'hllor after use.
Viserys felt inexplicably uneasy. He and Euron each only possessed a part of the power of the Storm God, but they had created such a big commotion on the naval battlefield. If the Drowned God used the power of the storm unscrupulously, how big a commotion would it create?
The months-long rain disaster in the Stormlands may be just a preview. What will happen next along the Lorne River in Essos may be the true power of moving mountains and filling the sea.
R'hllor finally seemed to look Viserys in the eye, and the Apparition extended an olive branch to him. Viserys hesitated. In his eyes, cooperating with any god would be courting disaster. They might not be omniscient and omnipotent, but at the moment, they were certainly not stupid prayer response machines.

Viserys looked at Flemmy who was praying devoutly for a long time, and fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)