Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Seeing that there was not much surprise on Samwell's face, the harpy immediately understood.

"You've already guessed this?"

"Yes." Samwell nodded and asked again, "So the long night ten thousand years ago was also caused by R'hllor?"

"Yes. You may not know that the power of faith that can be obtained through normal preaching is really very little. Except for a small number of fanatic believers, most people say they believe in gods, but they are not pious in their hearts. What they can contribute is They have little power of faith. These guys will only show heartfelt piety when they encounter bad luck and pray to the gods.

And precisely because of this discovery, R'hllor came up with a brilliant idea——

Create a doomsday catastrophe that can destroy mankind, so that you can take the opportunity to harvest the power of faith.

So there was the first long night, the White Walkers appeared for the first time on the continent of Westeros, and the Kingdom of Dawn in the center of the Essos continent was destroyed by monsters emerging from the darkness..."

"Wait a minute." Samwell interrupted, "How did R'hllor create so many monsters in the night and darkness? Is he so powerful?"

The Harpy shook her head and said: "If He was really so powerful, he wouldn't be trapped in the elemental sea like us. How did R'hllor create the Long Night? To be honest, I don't know. The entire element No one in the sea knew that it was R'hllor's greatest secret.

He is already proficient in the witchcraft of light and shadow, ice and fire. Perhaps the secret of the long night is related to this.

As for those monsters, they are not monsters at all, but believers of R'hllor. Of course, in front of these believers, he will change his identity, such as the so-called cold god. "

Hearing this, Samwell asked:

"Is the Daughter of Light also another identity of R'hllor?"

"No. The Daughter of Light is R'hllor's wife." The Harpy said, "The first long night was created by the cooperation of these two people. However, just when the first long night was about to end, Rach Luo killed the Daughter of Light.”

"Why?"

"I don't know. We guess it is related to the power of faith. It may be that the spoils are unevenly distributed."

Samwell was silent.

He had a vague feeling that there might be another reason why R'hllor killed his wife.

Moreover, according to legend, Azor Ahai, the hero who led mankind to end the First Long Night, also killed his wife Nissa Nissa.

These two are probably no coincidence.

Also, when facing the Night King, R'hllor actually appeared in person and tempted Samwell to kill his wife Daenerys, saying that this was the only way to end the Long Night.

This obviously shows that killing his wife must have extraordinary significance to R'hllor.

Thinking of this, Samwell glanced at the Harpy.

He always felt that this guy seemed respectful, but he might have some reservations.

However, Samwell did not press the question, gently skipped the topic, and asked instead:

"After the first long night, didn't R'hllor harvest enough power of faith? Why did he do it a second time?"

"It should be that the power of faith harvested in the first time was not enough for him to break through the restrictions of the elemental sea, so he came up with the second time. However, this time all his plans have come true for you... Hehe, maybe R'hllor is still preparing for the third time. Three long nights.”

Samwell's eyes narrowed and he immediately asked:

"Do you know how to find R'hllor?"

"You are making things too difficult for me." The harpy spread her hands and looked helpless, "The elemental sea is vast and full of dangers. It is extremely difficult to find people here. You must have tried it before. Have some idea about this.

Moreover, R'hllor must be avoiding you now. After all, you have just become the savior of Westeros, and countless powers of faith have gathered in you. At this time, no one dares to confront you head-on.

But as time goes by, your strength will gradually weaken. After all, humans are the most forgetful race, hehe.

After hundreds or thousands of years, the generations who have personally experienced the Long Night will die one after another, and future generations will gradually forget you. Please forgive me for being blunt, but this is the reality.

Then R'hllor will no longer avoid you. "

Samwell nodded expressionlessly and was about to ask something else when he suddenly heard a sharp neighing sound.

Like a baby's scream, the sound is like a steel needle, piercing the depths of the soul.

Samwell frowned slightly, and the harpy groaned, swaying, and almost fell down.

"Run! It's an elemental evil spirit!"

"Elemental evil spirit?" Samwell was just wondering when he saw a large black wave suddenly appeared in front of him.

Countless ugly heads poked out of the tide.

Each head is tens of meters tall and looks like a deformed baby, except that they have no eyes.

"Ah - ah -"

Sharp cries emerged from the mouths of these densely packed babies, stirring the elemental sea upside down and creating a turbulent undercurrent.

Countless bubbles continued to emerge and suddenly exploded, stirring up more and more turbulent undercurrents.

"Run quickly! Lord Caesar! If you are bitten by an elemental evil spirit, you will die!"

The harpy had already rushed out, and one of its wings fell behind and was rubbed by the black tide. In an instant, the flesh and blood on the leather wings began to melt, and continued to spread to the body.

She screamed, a stern look flashed in her eyes, and without hesitation she slashed with her backhand, immediately cutting off the part of the leather wing that was touched by the black tide.

The harpy's face turned pale, and she was about to run away, but found that her body suddenly froze.

An invisible force field held her unable to move, and she could only watch helplessly as an elemental evil spirit bit towards her.

"No!"

Bang!

Just when the harpy was desperate, a giant golden hand suddenly struck down and smashed the elemental evil spirit into pieces.

In the elemental sea, countless spider web-like cracks appeared due to this blow.

Samwell took back his right hand, but his expression changed slightly.

He just tried this elemental evil spirit, and it was unexpectedly difficult to deal with.

"Lord Caesar! We can't kill all the elemental evil spirits! We can only run!"

Samwell also gave up the plan of continuing to resist, grabbed the harpy's neck with one hand, and rushed towards the opposite direction of the black tide.

boom!

Countless bubbles were smashed into pieces, and the flow of lightning and lava-like elements surged and roared until they were submerged by the overwhelming black tide.

Samwell rushed out for a while, and then stopped when he couldn't see any sign of the black tide when he looked back.

"Lord Caesar, thank you for your rescue!"

"What are elemental evil spirits?" Samwell asked solemnly.

"No one knows." The harpy shook her head helplessly, "They seem to be native creatures of the elemental sea, or maybe they are part of the elemental sea. Anyway, they are unable to communicate, have no wisdom, and will only follow the black tide to swallow them up. Things in all ways. Many people have died in their mouths... Yes, we so-called gods are also mortal.

The spiritual body seems to be able to exist forever in the elemental sea, but the prerequisite is that it must avoid the dangers in the elemental sea, such as elemental undercurrents, elemental storms, elemental evil spirits, etc., which can be fatal.

Of course, the more dangerous ones are actually other gods.

The seven gods you are familiar with, the Heavenly Father and the Virgin died in the hands of elemental evil spirits, the blacksmith and the old woman died in an elemental storm, while the maiden, the warrior and the most mysterious stranger died in the hands of R'hllor. "

"Are all the seven gods dead..." Samwell was not particularly surprised by this.

After all, the Seven Gods are too "quiet".

It is obviously the most commonly believed god in Westeros, but it has no sense of existence.

He once believed that the Seven Gods were artificially fabricated gods, just for the convenience of strengthening their rule and unifying their beliefs.

"The god is dead, so where will the power of faith that should belong to him go?" Samwell asked.

After all, the Seven Gods are still the mainstream belief in Westeros. Although there are not many fanatical believers, there must still be a lot of faith.

"This..." The harpy suddenly hesitated.

"What? Is there anything you can't say?"

Samwell's tone was calm, but it sounded like thunder in the Harpy's ears.

She shuddered involuntarily and said quickly:

"Lord Caesar, in fact, after our gods die, they will leave something like a crystal core, which some people call the godhead. By eating the godhead of other gods, you can... inherit the power of their faith."

Only then did Samwell understand why the harpy had been hesitant to speak just now.

This is because I am worried that I will be killed.

"Lord Caesar..." The harpy saw that Samwell was looking at her with increasingly cold eyes, and she was frightened and became incoherent, "Don't kill me... The Gith Empire has been destroyed long ago... I don't have many pious people at all. Believer...you won't get much power of faith even if you kill me..."

"Don't be afraid, I won't kill you." Samwell smiled and reached out to pat the other party's shoulder, "As long as you don't hide anything from me."

"Nothing to hide!" the harpy swore quickly.

Samwell smiled noncommittally and asked again:

"What other gods did R'hllor kill?"

"Too many!" the harpy said with lingering fear,

"Before the first long night, R'hllor and the Lady of Light had joined forces to kill many gods, including the Black Goat, the Weeping Lady, the Three Gods, Shimodor... and you old gods in Westeros. ."

Samwell's eyes flickered:

"The old gods were also killed by R'hllor?"

"Kill some of them." The harpy explained. "The old gods, or the ancient gods as they call themselves, are a collective name. There are actually hundreds of gods, all of them old guys. They are slow in action, and they are slow to move. The First Men were driven north of the Neck by the Andals, and there were fewer believers in the old gods. As a result, they were generally weak, and they became R'hllor's target.

However, R'hllor's killing also aroused public outrage. Everyone hated him and was hostile to him. That's why so many gods secretly provided help after discovering that you had become the core figure in R'hllor's layout. "

Samwell couldn't deny this.

Now that I think about it carefully, I have indeed received a lot of help from the gods.

Let's just say that this harpy did pass some illusions in the ancient city of Gis, allowing him to connect the two long nights.

He also vaguely told him about Nissa Nissa.

There are also various hints from the three-eyed crow, the bronze armor given by the old god, the three dragon eggs and the yellow skull given by the God of Thousand Faces...

"Of course, R'hllor later discovered that it was too slow to rob the power of faith by killing gods and plundering the godhead. That's how the Long Night Plan was born... I have to say that creating fear is really the best way to harvest faith. Method.

I just don’t know what those believers would think if they learned that their sufferings actually come from the gods they pray to day and night. hehe……"

"What kind of gods are you?" Samwell curled his lips disdainfully.

"Yes, you are right!" Harpy hurriedly agreed, "In the final analysis, we are just a group of wretches trapped in the elemental sea. We are really not worthy of the title of gods. Perhaps we can only truly transcend all this. , is the true god. It’s a pity, I don’t know if anyone can do it..."

While sighing, the harpy's eyes kept rolling on Samwell, but he hesitated to speak.

He seemed to be curious about whether the man in front of him who had just saved the continent of Westeros could break through the shackles and become a true god with the power of this wave of faith.

Samwell still looked calm and didn't seem to care about whether he could become a true god.

"You just said that the reason why R'hllor arranged the second long night was because something went wrong during the first long night. Do you know what went wrong with him?"

"I don't know." The harpy shook her head, and then said again, fearing that the other party would think she was hiding something.

"This involves R'hllor's biggest secret. If I knew it, I might not be alive today. Lord Caesar, if you want to find out this, you still have to find R'hllor yourself.

Moreover, you'd better find him as soon as possible. The longer you delay, the weaker your faith will be. After all, human beings are the most forgetful. When this generation forgets the long night and the fear of the White Walkers, it will gradually forget You. "

Samwell nodded and said:

"So, what should I do if I want to return to my original world?"

"Can you feel your own body?" the harpy asked.

Samwell closed his eyes gently and said:

"Can."

"That's easy. You just need to use the power of faith to communicate with the body. When the body responds, you can use this to build a 'bridge' back to the original world. Of course, I must remind you that doing so will greatly It consumes the power of your faith. So, please think twice before you do this.”

"I will." Samwell nodded, and then turned into a golden light and disappeared into the elemental sea.

The harpy took a deep breath, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders. After looking around for a while, she quickly left in the opposite direction.

After walking for a long time, she stopped and saw a huge ancient tree standing in the elemental sea in front of her.

A face weeping blood is carved in the middle of the tree trunk, which seems to be full of the vicissitudes of the ages and all the misery of the world.

"You have met Caesar." Gu Shu opened his mouth and said.

"I saw it," said the harpy, "Do you think he will end R'hllor?"

The ancient tree swayed its branches and set off waves in the sea of ​​elements:

"I don't know. Maybe, or maybe... he will become the new R'hllor..."