Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 443: Blood Sacrifice

  Chapter 443 Blood Sacrifice

   "You've already lost."

  Aeron Greyjoy said this to his brother Euron.

   "Really?" Euron stood lazily by the seaside, looking at the battlefield ahead, as if he didn't care that his fleet was reduced to ashes and wreckage under the artillery fire of the Stormlanders.

"Yes." Aeron nodded affirmatively. Although he also saw the Braavosi fleet that had just joined the battlefield, his tone was still firm, "Even if the Braavosi join in, it won't change the ending. The people of the Stormlanders can control it." The power of the flames is not something we can deal with."

   "The power of fire?" Euron twitched his mouth, as if he was very disdainful.

"It should be the power of R'hllor, the Lord of Light." Aeron recalled some rumors he had heard, and said, "This is not a power that mortals can resist. Euron, if you want to win, you must piously ask Yan Pray to God, pray that He will give you the strength of the sea."

   "The power of the sea? The Drowned God?" Euron laughed, unbridled, heartless.

   "That's right. People who don't believe in God can't get asylum." Aeron said loudly, more like speaking to the ironmen around him, "Repent! Pray! Before it's too late!"

   Unfortunately, Euron's laughter drowned his voice.

   This made Aeron extremely angry, and couldn't help shouting at his brother:

   "What the **** are you laughing at? Our people are dying!"

   "The dead don't die!" Euron finally stopped laughing, turned around, and looked at his brother with the only eyes exposed to the outside, "Have you forgotten the motto your **** taught you?"

"of course not…"

"The dead don't die!" Euron opened his arms, as if embracing the sea in front of him. The waves crashed on the rocks under his feet, rolling up foam like snowflakes. "Once they have tasted death, they will not die." Fear it again! They were drowned in the sea, and then rise again, stronger! They will return with steel and hatred! Ha ha ha ha..."

   "What on earth are you trying to do, Euron?" Aeron asked, "Or are you really completely mad?"

   "You are the one who is crazy. This world is the one that is crazy." Euron said.

  He stepped forward a few steps, came to his brother, and handed over the wine glass in his hand.

  Iron looked at the dark and viscous liquid in the wine glass, full of vigilance in his heart:

   "Are you trying to poison me?"

   "No." Euron laughed, "I want you to see the truth of this world."

   Aeron remained unmoved.

   Euron grabbed his brother's messy black hair, pulled his head back, raised the glass to his mouth, and forced him to drink it down.

   Aeron wanted to resist, but was bound hands and feet.

   What flowed into his mouth was obviously not wine, but he couldn't tell what it was.

  Sometimes bitter, sometimes sour, sometimes extremely sweet.

   Aeron tried to spit it out, but Euron gripped his mouth tightly, forcing him to drink more.

   "Drink, my dear brother, keep on drinking! This is the wizard's wine, much sweeter than your sea water. There is more truth hidden here than all the gods in the world put together."

   Aeron drank the wine glass, and the liquid trickled down his chin:

   "I curse you, in the name of God!"

   "I bless you, as a king." Euron laughed loudly, "I have opened your eyes for you, take a good look, and see the truth of this world!"

  Iron really saw a lot of things, many things that he couldn't see normally.

  He saw that his brother was no longer a human being, but more like a squid, an abyss sea monster.

  Euron's face was covered with wriggling tentacles, his shadow was tall and long, very terrifying, and there seemed to be a strange blood-red eye hidden in it...

   "Kneel down, brother," Euron commanded. "I am your king, and I am your god. Worship me, pray to me, and I will make you my priest."

   "You are really mad, Euron, for mortals to pretend to be gods, and you will bring upon the Drowned God's wrath, and you will be cursed!" Aeron closed his eyes and stopped looking at those visions.

   All because of that filthy glass of wine. Aeron thought, he must not be fooled.

But even so, illusions still penetrated into his mind everywhere, and even with his eyes closed, he could "see" the whole world as a strange oil painting, with colorful lines flowing down, as if melted after being burned of wax.

  The sea is burning, the forest is howling, and the sky is full of dense corpses.

  Iron screamed, he felt the blood in his body was boiling, and his brain was like an iron rod inserted into it and stirred randomly.

  He fell to his knees.

  But still refused to give in.

   Aeron shed blood and tears: "Drowned God, save me."

   "Your **** has abandoned you." Euron laughed wildly. "You should pray to me."

   "Never!" cried Aeron. "Kill me! Euron, kill me!"

   "No, you can't die now, dear brother. You are the one who came back from the flowing water palace of the false god, and the holy blood flows in your body."

  Holy blood? Aeron could hear the banter in his brother's tone.

  But there is seriousness hidden in the banter.

   "What on earth are you going to do?" Aeron asked.

   "You will replace out later." Euron took his brother's arm.

  Iron didn't dare to open his eyes, so he could only be dragged forward by his brother forcefully.

  The air suddenly became hot, with the smell of sulfur and burnt.

  A loud roar rang in his ears, making Aeron's whole body stiff.

   It's a dragon!

  He finally opened his eyes, and in the spinning world, the golden dragon was bound by a thick iron chain to the cliff mountain by the sea.

  A ferocious arrow pierced the dragon's abdomen, making it howl endlessly.

  Lava-like blood flowed from the wound, drawing a pattern similar to a seven-pointed star along the strange marks on the ground.

   Two crows are drawn in the middle of the seven-pointed star, supporting a certain black iron crown. Below the crown is a blood-red eye with black pupils.

   Scary eyes.

   Aeron felt a pang in his heart after just one glance, almost going mad.

  He was dragged by his brother to the center of the seven-pointed star, standing on top of the blood eye, there was another person there.

  A woman.

  She was completely naked, her smooth belly was slightly swollen due to her pregnancy, and blood and tears were also streaming down her face.

   Aeron knew who she was.

  Euron's wife—Desmera Redwyne.

  He is going to kill his wife! Aeron thought. No, not the wife. This girl meant nothing to Euron.

  He is going to kill, the child in her belly!

  His own child!

  A child with the blood of a king!

   Aeron suddenly came to his senses.

  My own holy blood, that child's king's blood, and the dragon's blood...

   "Euron! What are you doing!"

   Euron laughed maniacally behind him:

   "The stars weep blood and burn everything! The end is coming, the world will be reshaped in shattering, and a new **** will be born from the cemetery and corpse pit!"

   "You're crazy!"

   "I'm not crazy, my dear brother." Euron's laughter echoed across the island, drowning out the sound of the surging waves and the rumble of artillery fire in the distance.

   "Witness it! Mortals!"

   "Witness it! Mortals!"

   "Pray! Kneel!"

   Euron's voice became more and more piercing, piercing into people's hearts like the tentacles of a sea monster, and Aeron couldn't stand it.

  The next moment, he didn't have to endure it anymore.

  The knife flashed, and his head was chopped off.