Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 328: green environment

  Chapter 328 Green Environment

  The passage leading to the dungeon is narrow and dark.

   Every ten steps, there were lit braziers on the walls on both sides, but even so, it still couldn't completely dispel the eerie feeling.

  Samwell is led by an Unsullied to a cell.

  It was empty inside, only a pool of green liquid remained on the ground.

  The dim yellow torch flickered, illuminating Samwell's face flickering like a ghost.

   "Why is there only one pool of water? Isn't it two people?" he asked.

   "At first there were two pools, but they joined together," replied the Unsullied.

  Samwell lowered the torch to illuminate the pool of green water on the ground.

   Or green blood?

  It is thicker than water, but not the color of blood.

  The orange light swayed on the water surface, making the green water more permeable.

   "Did the two of them scream before turning into green water?"

   "No." The Unsullied shook his head.

  Samwell suddenly realized that the Unsullied has no sense of pain, so he said:

   "Give me the sword."

  The Unsullied drew out the dagger from his waist and handed it over.

  Samwell took the sword and touched the water with the tip of the sword.

Ding-

  The tip of the sword collided with the masonry ground, making a slight sound.

  Samwell looked at the dagger calmly, but found nothing unusual.

   Withdrawing the tip of the sword, there was no trace of corrosion on it.

   While he was wondering, an arm covered with green fluff rushed out of the water and grabbed Samwell's ankle.

  A huge and terrifying force came from the arm, and it was about to drag Samwell into the water!

  Caught off guard, Samwell subconsciously stabbed the dagger at the green-haired arm in the water.

  铛—

  That arm looked slender and fragile, but when it was cut by the dagger, it made a piercing sound of metal clashing.

   Not only did this blow not hurt the arm in the water, but the short sword broke into several pieces.

  Samwell was pulled to a reel, but he still forcibly stabilized his figure.

  He threw away the short sword and drew out the giant sword [Dawn] behind him.

   Chi—

  The huge sword drew a sharp arc in the air, cutting off the arm in the green water.

  The miserable green juice splashed out and inevitably splashed on Samwell.

  Samwell frowned, but before he could check the juice on his body, a second arm came out from the green water and grabbed Samwell's other foot.

  Then the third arm, the fourth, the fifth...

  In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen arms protruded from the green water, densely packed, looking extremely terrifying.

   "What the hell!"

  Samwell roared, and the giant sword swung down again, cutting off all the arms.

   Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, more arms came out of the green water.

   It seems endless, and it can never be cut.

  A deep and gloomy voice came out of the water, like crying or laughing.

  Samwell suddenly stopped, squinted his eyes, as if his eyes could penetrate the water, and looked at the eye hidden behind countless arms.

   Swish Swish Swish—

  Green arms grabbed Samwell's feet, grabbed his arms, grabbed his greatsword, grabbed his neck...

  But Samwell remained motionless, as if giving up struggling.

   Only the eyes are fixed on the water surface, and there seems to be flames beating in the eyes.

  Plop—

  Samwell was pulled into the green water, but he didn't feel any difficulty in breathing.

  His body is constantly falling, falling, as if there is a bottomless abyss under the surface of the water.

   Within sight, there are densely packed miserable green arms waving.

  They grabbed Samwell tightly, as if they were going to tear him into countless pieces.

  But Samwell was unmoved, and even a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

   Perhaps feeling the contempt of the man, the arms became more and more crazy.

   There is a trace of despair in the madness.

  Boom!

  Suddenly, all the arms exploded, turning into wisps of smoke and gradually disappearing.

   The world spun for a while, and the sleeping consciousness surged up from the depths of my mind.

  Samwell's vision returned to normal, and he saw that he was still in place, plunged into the green water with a dagger in his hand.

   "What happened just now?" he asked back to the Unsullied.

   "Nothing happened." The Unsullied replied honestly, "You have been staring at the tip of the sword in a daze."

it is as expected.

  The arm just now and the scene under the green water are all illusions.

  Samwell threw the dagger by the water and said:

   "No one is allowed in this cell."

"yes."

  After the explanation, Samwell left the dungeon.

  The sky outside is still the same with lightning and thunder, as if the end of the world is coming.

  But after what happened just now, Samwell now doubts whether everything in front of him is also an illusion.

  Some kind of higher illusion—because he couldn't see through it yet.

   "The gods of Ghiscari..." Samwell curled his lips with disdain. He jumped on the white dragon's back again and drove it towards the Temple of Holy Grace.

  Boom!

  Bursts of thunder exploded in my ears, and the huge sound waves almost shook the entire Astapor.

  No one is destined to sleep tonight.

   Fortunately, Samwell has issued a curfew order, with the Unsullied Legion maintaining order, I believe that Astapor should not cause riots—

  Unless there is an irresistible force coming...

  Thinking of the imminent destruction of Astapor as predicted by the Green Maiden, Samwell's heart felt heavy.

  However, what the old woman with an exploding belly may not be credible.

   I don't know if she is dead or not...

   While thinking about it, Cleopatra has come to the Temple of Grace.

  The huge golden dome shone strangely under the thunder.

  According to Samwell's instructions, a team of Unsullied has secured the two gates of the temple, prohibiting entry and exit.

   Cleopatra lands outside the temple.

  Just as Samwell jumped off the dragon's back, an Unsullied came up to him.

   "How about the green maiden?"

   "She's alive."

  Samwell was not surprised by this.

   Another tool of the gods, before the task is completed, you can't die even if you want to.

   "However, the blue saint who took care of her died." The Unsullied added.

  Samwell frowned and asked, "It turned into a pool of green water?"

"Yes."

  Samwell snorted lightly, and strode into the gate of the temple.

  The saints in robes of white, pink, blue, purple... crowded at the door, begging Samwell to let them out, but Samwell turned a deaf ear.

  If it is true that the Ghiscari gods are awakening, why are you believers so panicked? Shouldn't there be rejoicing, welcoming the return of the gods?

  Samwell complained secretly.

   But thinking of the miserable appearance of the green saint, he felt that this awakened **** might not be the gods of Ghiscari, but more like their mortal enemy—

   Valyrian gods.

  Samwell continued on, passed through the hall, and came to the prayer hall dedicated to the Ghiscari gods.

  The air is filled with thick incense, and thirty-three shrines symbolizing the gods of Ghiscari stand in the faint smoke.

   Above the shrine is a huge statue of the Harpy. The surface made of gold is engraved with densely packed runes, and the eyes are inlaid with red agate, which is as red as blood.

   I don't know if it's an illusion, but Samwell always feels that the eyes of the Harpy are looking at him.

  Below the bronze statue, lay the green saint.

  As for the blue saint who helped her heal before, it has turned into a pool of green juice.

   "Ms. Grazny." Samwell said, "Are you okay?"

  The green maiden looked at Samwell with blood-red eyes, opened and closed her mouth, as if eager to say something, but couldn't make any sound.

   And her stomach swelled up again.

  The bandage that the Blue Saintess helped her bandage before was raised high, as if it was about to burst in the next second.

  Samwell frowned, then pulled out the giant sword behind his back, saying:

   "Ms. Grazny, let me help you out."

  When the green saint heard this, her eyes showed gratitude, as if she couldn't wait to meet death.

  But just as Sam Well raised his sword and stepped forward, the stomach of the Green Maiden suddenly began to swell rapidly.

  Samwell's face changed, and he stepped back without hesitation.