Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Clang!

A dull thud echoed from the entrance of the long hall.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes immediately turned to look. The heavy wooden door had vanished, replaced by a solid, gray-black stone wall!

The door was gone!

The window in the wall was shrinking!

The enclosed long hall became even more chaotic, filled with a cacophony of voices and uproar.

“Silence!!!”

Osha raised the dragon crystal scepter high, her voice deafening, echoing throughout the narrow space.

The captains turned their heads.

Osha and the other twenty guarded the high platform of the Seastone Chair. The Ironborn who charged closest had already been cut down, lying lifeless on the ground.

Three sea creatures rolled off the high platform, just managing to stand up.

Euron and his mutes retreated to the wall, at least dozens of steps away from the Seastone Chair.

“Wet Hair” Aeron pointed angrily at the high platform.

“Those who disrespect the Drowned God sit upon the Seastone Chair! Ironborn, have you forgotten your blood? Kill them!”

“Bold!” Osha shouted sternly.

“What is the Drowned God! Merely a servant of the True God! His Majesty the King, as an emissary of the gods, is already bestowing the highest grace by sitting in your seat! How dare you prattle on!?”

The Ironborn became even more resentful.

“Wet Hair” Aeron constantly prayed to the Drowned God, issuing vile curses and urging the crowd to attack.

At this moment, a hundred or two Pike guards and captains had gathered in front of the high platform. Finally, they cast aside all fear and hesitation, and charged together!

“Tear them apart!!”

“Kill!”

“Long live the Iron Islands! Long live the reavers!!”

The ferocious Ironborn surged forward, brandishing swords and axes, while axes were thrown from various points in the crowd.

Osha took half a step back and waved her hand.

Eight Holy Shield warriors stood their ground in front, intercepting the flying axes and dealing with the enemies closing in.

The other eight Holy Fire warriors lined up, drawing two nozzles from the steam injectors on their backs, one in each hand, and aimed them at the enemy ranks.

Immediately after, they channeled fire mana!

The clear water in the injector tanks instantly boiled, transforming into steam of several hundred degrees under the combined action of high temperature and high pressure, and then ejected!

Hiss~~ Hiss~~

The invisible steam struck people's skin and eyes, then cooled and turned into white mist, transferring the scalding heat!

A baptism of steam!

“Ah~~~ My eyes! My eyes!!”

“No~~ Ah~~”

More people simply howled and screamed meaninglessly, unable to express even a single clear word.

In an instant.

The area beneath the high platform descended into a steam hell.

The fresh scent of water vapor, mingled with a slight aroma of roasted meat, spread throughout the long hall.

Many captains couldn't help but swallow, their hearts filled with fear and dread, their steps slowing uncontrollably until they stopped or retreated.

“Halt!” Osha ordered.

Sixteen steam nozzles stopped simultaneously, the thick white steam at the muzzles gradually fading and eventually dissipating, leaving only Ironborn writhing on the ground, howling from burns.

The Ironborn closest to the battlefield clearly witnessed the misery of their companions on the ground.

Lobster-red skin and stiff, white wrinkled dead skin were already the luckiest of cases; translucent blisters were nothing, while hardened brown or charred skin was truly beyond saving, leaving only death.

Wasn't this fire?

Why was it white? Water? Steam?

Magic?!

The Ironborn retreated in confusion and fear.

Afterward.

A deathly silence fell over the long hall, with only the cries of the wounded continuing.

“Quiet.” Joffrey uttered a word.

Osha walked down the high platform and, together with the Holy Shield warriors, gave the noisy wounded a final blow one by one, ensuring their peaceful ascension to heaven, or submersion into the Watery Palace.

The standing Ironborn merely turned their heads slightly.

The situation was so obvious. Although King Joffrey's men numbered only twenty, they were worth all the people in the long hall.

The life and death of everyone was at King Joffrey's whim.

Quiet. Many people looked to the Crow's Eye in the corner. Could the power of the Valyrian ruins resist King Joffrey's magic and save the Ironborn?

Crow's Eye remained expressionless, only silent.

Asha forced a smile, “Your Majesty, your power is unquestionable. The Iron Islands are willing to submit. Please, give your instructions.”

Victarion shifted his body but ultimately did not refute.

Aeron's face was ashen.

Joffrey, however, seemed not to have heard at all, calmly pointing his finger at one Ironborn after another, “You, stand on this side; you, stand on that side…”

What did it mean?

The first Ironborn captain to be pointed at hesitated slightly, and the nearest Holy Shield warrior rushed to his side and slashed horizontally with his sword, separating head from body!

Everyone was immediately shocked! Afterward, they dared not delay even half a moment, nor dared to ask questions.

Why this division?

To execute one side? Which side would die? Which side would live?

Or was it not so?

The Ironborn were filled with doubt, but no one resisted.

Hope gives people motivation, fear makes people brave. But when hope and fear are mixed together, it creates lambs to be slaughtered.

At this time, there was only one voice in the long hall.

As if it were a judgment from the gods, so majestic and terrifying, so sacred and solemn.

The longer the voice continued, the more awe the Ironborn felt, the more they felt their own insignificance, like shrimp and crabs in the sea, their life and death entirely at the mercy of the sea's will.

Finally, the voice stopped.

After waiting for a moment, the Ironborn began to look at each other, hoping to find hope of survival from their companions.

None of the four sea creatures were named.

Joffrey pointed again, and everyone nervously followed his finger. It was a slave from Pike.

“Faceless Man, will you not confess?”

The slave shook his head blankly, “King, what is a Faceless Man? I don't know.”

Joffrey said no more.

Two Holy Shield warriors walked toward the slave. But even when he was escorted to the high platform and bound all over with clanking steel chains, the slave was still just a slave.

Let's see how long you can pretend.

Joffrey was very certain. He could feel the faint magical aura on this slave.

A slave? Ha.

“Asha.” Joffrey looked at the respectful girl in the middle of the long hall.

“Your father was murdered by this Faceless Man hired by Euron. I must admit, this took me by surprise.”

Joffrey sighed.

“And you were so willful in seizing the Iron Islands. Now, so much blood will have to be shed.”

Asha opened her mouth.

Those steaming monsters had already walked down the high platform, approaching one side of the crowd.

A panicked uproar soon erupted.

After distinguishing the faces on that side, Asha felt both heavy and relieved. Her uncle was not there, but most of the most famous and traditional captains were among them.

Joffrey turned to the Ironborn on the spared side.

“If anyone from that side escapes alive into your midst, you shall not live either.”

Hiss~~

The steam descended again.

“Long live the Iron Islands, long live House Drumm! Fight them!”

The suffering Ironborn cursed loudly.

“Cowards! Will you just watch your compatriots be slaughtered!?”

The other Ironborn all had complex expressions.

In the areas not yet enveloped by steam, the Ironborn who were destined to die charged towards the high platform, towards the opposite side.

King Joffrey's declaration still echoed in their ears.

Baelor Blacktyde, Lord of Blacktyde, drew his sword and stabbed a captain to death. He recognized him.

Ironborn must not shed each other's blood.

However.

At this time, they couldn't care less.

“Wet Hair” Aeron covered his face in pain, unable to bear to see this scene.

Drowned God.

Punish these unfaithful cowards and that evil, monstrous king!

Turn them into worms!!