Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

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: Please visit fr𝐞𝐞w𝒏.𝒸𝑜𝔪 website to read fastest update

"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.

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.

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