Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The setting sun that was about to sink into the horizon seemed to be stained with blood, and it sprinkled thousands of golden lights, covering the sky and the earth in a faint blood color.

thump thump——

There was a hasty knock on the door, like a drum beating to death.

The archbishop suddenly woke up from his contemplation, adjusted his messy clothes, and hid the fear on his face before getting up to open the door.

"Your Majesty, it's not good! The Holy Sword Knights and the Star Warriors have clashed with the capital's garrison!"

"I see, go ask the archbishop to come and discuss."

"Okay." Seeing the archbishop's unhurried appearance, the monk relaxed his nervousness, "Do you want to send someone to the Red Castle to meet the king, so as to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings?"

"No. I will explain to His Majesty," the archbishop said.

"Yes." The monk turned and left.

What he didn't know was that the archbishop, who seemed calm and composed, didn't have a well-thought-out plan, but knew that such a conflict would happen a long time ago.

The establishment of the Holy Sword Knights and the Star Warriors was too short, and too many people rushed in at once, and how many of these people are loyal to the king? How many are true fanatics?

The archbishop dared not guess.

And is this conflict an unintentional act of believers? Or is it deliberately instigated by someone with a heart?

The Archbishop could not be sure.

The situation was urgent, and the archbishops came quickly.

There are a total of seven archbishops in the Church of the Seven Gods, and they are second only to the archbishop in the church.

"Those crazy believers must be stopped!" An archbishop hurriedly said as soon as he entered the door, "We are not Caesar's opponents, he has 200,000 troops just outside the city, and he can crush our religious orders like ants .”

"You underestimated the armed forces of the church!" Immediately, someone objected, "Yes, there are only more than a hundred people in the Holy Sword Knights, and only two to three thousand people in the Star Warriors, but you must know that the Seven Gods are in West Luo has millions of devout followers! They will not allow Caesar to do such a blasphemy!"

"What blasphemy? What did Caesar do? Can any of you prove that the death of the previous archbishop was related to him?"

"Who else could it be? Could it be that the Archbishop set himself on fire?"

"Witchcraft! Evil fire magic! It must be so!"

"If this is the case, why did the Seven Gods watch Caesar commit such blasphemy in the church and not send divine punishment?"

"The gods want to use our hands to cast divine punishment! The Holy Sword Knights and Star Warriors are the tools of the gods."

"Heh! Are the tools of the gods just so small? Tell me, how did they defeat Caesar's army?"

"There are also devout believers in Caesar's army. All the knights have sworn oaths before the statues of the Seven Gods. Caesar only looks powerful, but he is actually vulnerable."

"There are also northern princes, they may not really surrender."

...

Listening to the quarrel between the archbishops, the archbishop remained silent.

He found that the number of archbishops who took a tough stand had an absolute upper hand, and only two archbishops refused to go to war with the Red Castle.

Looking at the archbishops who impassionedly stated that they wanted to avenge the previous archbishop, the archbishop almost thought that he could really fight against Caesar.

But when he thought of those god-like golden eyes, he regained his composure.

"Do you also want to be reduced to ashes like the previous archbishop?" The archbishop was not alone.

These words were like pouring a basin of cold water, and the room fell silent immediately.

"We don't have to fight Caesar to the death." Someone said, "We just need to make him make concessions. Otherwise, the archbishop will die like this. If we do nothing, the reputation of the church will be ruined. The believers will also would be very disappointing to us.”

This statement immediately received more approval:

"That's right, Caesar is busy dealing with the threat from the north. He definitely doesn't want to tear himself apart with the church at this time. As long as we exercise restraint, I believe he will make concessions."

"Don't forget about the church's armed forces. Although they are still weak, they have unlimited potential. Caesar needs this power, and he will be willing to compromise."

"Yes, we should let Caesar hear us."

"Let Caesar know the anger of the people of the Seven Kingdoms!"

"That's right!"

...

"Your Majesty, what do you think of our method?" The archbishops finally threw this issue to the archbishop to make a decision.

The archbishop settled down, his eyes slowly swept across the faces of the archbishops, taking a panoramic view of their expressions, and finally said:

"The majesty of the Seven Gods cannot be challenged."

As soon as this remark came out, the archbishops had different expressions, some were extremely surprised, while others were secretly worried.

But they all knew that what the archbishop meant was to fight against the king.

A bloodbath seemed inevitable.

The Archbishop spoke again:

"Call the believers, I will convey to them the oracle of the Seven Gods."

oracle?

The archbishops looked at each other, and suddenly felt that the archbishop's attitude might be more intense than they imagined.

But the only spokesperson of the Seven Gods in the world has spoken like this, and they can only suppress all kinds of thoughts:

"yes!"

After everyone left, the archbishop looked back at the wardrobe in the room.

He knew that behind the thin wallboard, there was an ear and a pair of eyes, which had recorded everything just now.

The Archbishop observed a moment of silence for some fools.

Ever since he witnessed the High Sparrow being wiped out under the gaze of the Seven Gods, the archbishop knew that Caesar was not something he could fight against.

The sun finally set from the west, and night enveloped the land.

However, King's Landing City tonight seemed quite uneasy.

Although the conflict between the militia of the religious order and the city's garrison has stopped, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is only a temporary calm. Not only has the conflict between the two sides not eased, but it is constantly accumulating, waiting for the next eruption.

More and more angry believers flocked to the hills of Visenya like a tide. After they heard that the archbishop was about to issue the oracle of the seven gods, they decided to wait here all night.

On the square in front of the Baylor Cathedral, countless candles were lit, and people mourned the archbishop who had just died in the candlelight.

I have to say that the Big Sparrow was really popular before, especially the poor people, they all remembered the kindness of this archbishop who also came from a humble background.

One by one messengers shuttled back and forth in the city, exchanging opinions and weaving conspiracies.

For all this, the Red Castle has been watching with cold eyes.

The king didn't even send anyone to intervene in the previous conflict between the militia of the religious order and the city's garrison.

The 200,000 troops outside the city showed no signs of mobilization.

Under this eerie calm, there is actually a turbulent undercurrent lurking. Smart people know it well and choose to stay out of it, but there are also many idiots who are plotting and plotting, trying to take advantage of the fire.

The night is dark, the moonlight is cold, and all ambitions and worries are quietly hidden, only to reveal the answer after dawn.