The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

The majestic Baelor Cathedral stands quietly, and the white marble square exudes a cool brilliance under the moonlight.

Here, there are thousands of sparrows with mysterious seven-pointed stars tattooed on their foreheads. They are dressed in brown robes, with axes on their waists. The iron chains crossed on their chests make a slight clanking sound when they move.

Some people clasped their hands together and prayed silently; some people closed their eyes and fell asleep; some people scanned their surroundings vigilantly.

News spread that the Bloody Earl had entered King's Landing with his minions, and the sparrows, sensing the tense atmosphere, gathered spontaneously without an order.

To protect their spiritual leader - the messenger of the Seven Gods in the mortal world - the beacon of the Seven Gods' faith - the High Sparrow.

In order to defend against possible attacks, the sparrows, who were former knights, prepared thick logs as fortifications.

However, the night wind became colder and colder.

As time passed, those rough logs began to be thrown into the blazing bonfire.

The Sparrows firmly believe that their faith and body are the true shields of the Seven Gods.

Moreover, since they picked up the axe, no one dared to offend the majesty of the Church of the Seven Gods, not even the most noble woman in the Seven Kingdoms could escape punishment.

In the name of the Seven Gods, it is their most sacred responsibility to expel all evil in the world!

If it weren't for the High Sparrow's order, the sparrows would never tolerate the usually evil-doing golden robes blocking the surrounding streets!

Someone shouted: "The king must pay tribute to the Seven Gods!"

"The king must pay tribute to the Seven Gods!" Everyone responded in unison.

Suddenly there was movement on the periphery of the square, gradually spreading from the outside to the inside, and the sparrows sitting around the bonfire got up one after another.

To the north, south, and east, endless long shields appeared, eventually forming a wall of shields, behind which stood upright spears like dead woods in the night.

The sparrows scattered around the periphery quickly recognized the golden robe behind the shield, and shouted loudly: "Retreat immediately, this is the Church of the Seven Gods!"

Seeing that the guards were motionless, the grumpy Sparrow directly pulled out the ax from his waist: "Go away, you are blaspheming the Seven Gods!"

Stones, torches, flying.

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The acting commander-in-chief of the golden robe, Sir Damien Gott, looked at the dense crowd of figures in the square, a look of hesitation flashed on his face.

Sir Monton's naive voice sounded next to him: "They are all traitors."

After a moment of silence, Sir Damien nodded. He understood very well that... hesitation at this time might very well cause him to lose the Regent's trust in him.

To him, this consequence... was more serious than dealing with the monks.

His eyes gradually became sharper: "Sir Menton, when will we start taking action?"

He pointed to the commotion in front of the shield bearer: "The soldiers can't stand it for long."

"Soon..."

The warrior stands before the enemy————

Defend our north, south, east and west----

Holding a bow and contradictory sword weapon————

The sparrows held their heads high and sang in unison on the marble square. Their solemn and loud songs echoed in the night, as if declaring their determination to defend the sparrow to the death.

Sir Monton blinked, then turned his head to the side: "They...are singing?"

Sandor Clegane's harsh, hoarse voice sounded: "Singing a lullaby."

"hey-hey!"

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The moon in the night sky was obscured by dark clouds, and the marching Lannister red robes were like silent ghosts.

First, there were several gold-robed teams that blocked the streets. When they approached the square of Baelor's Cathedral, Jaime Lannister saw the blue-robed long archers of Kleb who were receiving their quivers.

After a moment of pause, the Kleb family made way for the Lannister, and there was a tacit understanding between the two parties.

Sir James withdrew his gaze, said nothing, and continued to move forward. By this time, Ser Jaime's anger was still raging, but his reason was still there, and he had not lost his ability to think.

The large number of Kleb's troops did not fly the Marigold flag. At this moment, he knew very well... He and Lannister were a fig leaf for Green to destroy the church's armed forces.

Inside the lion's helmet, the corners of James' mouth curled up in a cold arc. Very good... What he wanted was to avenge Cersei and let the lion's roar resound throughout King's Landing.

The scene where Cersei, covered in blood, stared at him with hatred is still vivid in my mind...

She hated him because he abandoned her when she was most helpless...

She vomited blood and asked him, he had sworn to protect her forever...

The overwhelming guilt prevented him from even opening his mouth to apologize to him.

Now, only the blood of the High Sparrow can put Cersei's soul to rest.

As for the future, screw it!

Climbing up the steps, stepping on the white stone slabs of the marble square, the gold robe holding a spear retreated to both sides, followed by the blue robe holding a long shield.

The moon peeked out from the dark clouds, casting a faint moonlight.

When the figures of Sir James and the red robes became clear, this corner of the square suddenly fell into silence.

Immediately, the Lannister banner-bearer raised the Lion's Roaring Banner.

The brown robes looked dark in the night. Facing the heavily armed Lannister guards, the sparrows in their hands were waiting in full array. There was only enthusiasm on their faces, without a trace of fear.

Without any extra words, Sir James drew his sword directly.

"Listen to my roar!"

Ser Jaime grasped the handle of his sword tightly with both hands and rushed out, followed by the red robes: "Casty Rock!"

The sparrows swung their axes to meet the lions' charge, and the swords and axes intersected, and the collision between the two sides sounded like thunder.

Blood splashed in the air, and screams and shouts came one after another.

Jaime's sword skills were sharp and precise, as if he took the enemy's life like cutting cheese.

The red robe guards that Tywin had spent a lot of money on showed extraordinary courage and fighting power. They formed a tight formation, and the long swords and long spears cooperated with each other. The sound of weapons piercing the enemy's body continued to sound, harvesting waves of sparrows rushing over.

After leaving behind a pile of corpses, the sparrows' fearless charge paused for a moment.

Sir Jaime pointed his sword in the direction of the gate of the Great Sept of Baelor and roared: "Lannister!"

"Castle Rock!"

The red robes responded in unison, followed Jaime, and bravely moved forward.

After hundreds of people fell in a pool of blood, the sparrows finally realized that the chains on their bodies were not the armor worn by Lannister.

The weapons on the other side could easily cut themselves, while the weapons in their hands did almost no harm.

However, the fanatical believers did not retreat. They still had flesh and blood, and their corpses could also stop the lion's footsteps.

The first person demonstrated, and the sparrows followed one after another, and some even gave up the attack and vowed to defend the big sparrow.

As time went by...

The "human wall" became higher and thicker. If they wanted to climb over it, the Lannister formation would be in chaos, and Sir Jaime had to slow down.

At the call of the crowd, the sparrows in the square began to move in the direction of the Lannister "squad".

They had the courage to sacrifice at any time, but they had not undergone military training. The large-scale surge without order... brought about rapidly spreading chaos and trampling.

There were painful shouts and screams from the crowd, but the sparrows still rushed forward regardless of everything. Their madness was shocking and made the battle even more cruel.

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On the other side, Sir Monton, who stretched his neck to observe the square, saw that the time had come and immediately had someone blow the bugle.

Woo---Woo---Woo---

The deep and long horn sound covered the shouts and screams in the square, and then, with neat slogans, the shield walls on the north, south and east sides began to slowly advance towards the square.

At the same time, the piercing sound of breaking through the air resounded like an explosion, and the marble square in the moonlight was dark for a moment, and then... dense arrows fell from the sky.

Where the rain of arrows fell, the sparrows fell one after another, and they were pierced through the body by ruthless arrows before they even had time to scream.

The wails of pain and despair came one after another, and the sparrows who were not afraid of sacrifice fell into panic in an instant under the sudden rain of arrows.

Crabbe's three volleys made the dense sparrow "formation" disappear more than half directly, and the red robes cursed and thanked the "rain of arrows" for their timely help.

Sir James had a keen sense of battlefield. He led the red robes around for a while and continued to move towards the cathedral.

The shieldmen accelerated their advance, and the gold robes followed behind, mercilessly stabbing the sparrows lying on the ground wailing or seemingly breathless with their spears.

Blood dyed the night red, and the square of the Great Sept of Baelor became the Seven Hells filled with death and despair.

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The Red Keep Sept was filled with a sad atmosphere.

Cersei, who was carefully taken care of by the Stranger sisters, "slept" quietly in the coffin. She was wearing a gorgeous wine-red dress, just like the candlelight in the daytime, and the exquisite embroidery on the skirt was looming in the light and shadow; the golden queen mother's crown and various emerald jewelry were dazzling.

Seventy-seven nuns and maids surrounded the coffin. They were dressed in plain clothes and chanted hymns in a low voice.

Margaery knelt beside Cersei's sarcophagus with Princess Myrcella to pray, while Tommen closed his eyes and leaned on Little Rose's arms, as if he was asleep.

There was a slight movement in the cathedral. Little Rose, who had been praying devoutly, opened her eyes and turned her head slightly.

Little Rose looked in the direction of the sound... Count Matus Rowan was standing not far away with a solemn expression, nodding slightly at him.

Margaret motioned the maid next to her to come over. She walked to Little Rose lightly and carefully took over the sleeping Tommen.

Margaret slowly stood up, adjusted her skirt a little, then looked at Count Matus, and walked to the small hall next to the hall together.

The two sat down, and as soon as the maids around them left, Count Matus said: "Miss Margaret, the massacre in the Great Cathedral of Baelor has begun."

Hearing this, Little Rose's fingers unconsciously bent slightly, and said: "Massacre?"