Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos-Chapter 169 - War of the Four Kings (XVI)

But at that moment, the God of the Red Faith manifested himself and blessed his soldiers in the eyes of all without hiding anything.

Something Gods wouldn't even think of doing. To make humans believe in them, mystery was something extremely necessary, only when something is mysterious and full of horror can it make humans fear it.

The soldiers of House Targaryen, seeing a true miracle, only felt that the God they believed in was looking down on them at that moment. Honor, glory and excitement brought the army's already high morale to a whole new level.

Although morale is something invisible, it could be seen when an army was truly united, because soldiers who weren't afraid of death were the scariest thing for their enemies. To die? the Soldiers of House Targaryen believed that if they died, the golden gates of Heaven were open to them!

Life and death made no difference to these people. In life they would give their lives so that Aenar's purpose would be realized, in death they would serve their God in Heaven and live eternally in the Kingdom of God, just as the Bible said would happen.

So there was no fear in the soldiers, they attacked their enemies with incomparable ferocity, even if one was pierced by a spear, the soldier would kill two enemy soldiers before he died.

Moqorro was even more brutal, the man of almost two meters looked incomparable from the battlefield, his great sword cut through the Soldiers of House Lannister like a vegetable.

At one point, after the Miracle happened, the war became a real holy war, the Red Legion and the Sardaukar just wanted to defeat their enemies and spread their Faith to these unfaithful men full of sins.

As Sigismund had said before.

They were allowed to shed the blood of their enemies in the name of the king!!!

Jaime, seeing this, felt that things had gotten out of hand a long time ago. He looked up expecting the same miracle from the God of Steven Faces, but after ten minutes of waiting, he smiled, but his smile was full of helplessness and a touch of sadness.

Staring at his uncle's charred body, completely lifeless, Jaime closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he advanced madly towards House Targaryen's army. He knew he had to show strength or all the soldiers might simply disperse without caring about their Lords.

If that happened, Jaime might as well retreat to Casterly Rock and leave the Riverlands totally defenseless, like a helpless maiden before a man two meters tall.

However, as soon as he took a step forward, Jaime found himself facing Sigismund again. "This is your god? He sees people suffering and remains indifferent to their suffering."

Listening to Sigismund's voice, Jaime remained indifferent, despite still being brainwashed by the Blessing he had received, he had been taught from childhood by his father that Religion is just a tool to control peasants and foolish lords, like Hoster Tully.

So, although Sigismund's words made him slightly angry, he almost retorted by saying that he hadn't believed in the Faith and the Gods for a long time, but in the sight of the Gods, he hadn't dared to speak such blasphemous words.

Even though he didn't know the God of the Seven Faces very well, he knew that the gods liked to punish, and if he said something that displeased him at that moment, he didn't know the consequences he would have to bear.

What surprised Sigismund and Kinvara was that instead of focusing on Sigismund, Jaime simply turned away from the Primarch and continued running towards the army.

Sigismund didn't need to be a genius to know that Jaime wanted to take their battlefield to the battlefield where armies clashed with violence and brutality.

However, even if they had known this, both of them had no way of stopping Jaime, because if they stood still, Jaime would attack the army and kill any soldiers who dared to stand in front of him. At the same time, if they ran to catch up with Jaime, both of them would still fight Jaime in the midst of all the soldiers.

So there was no choice, it was either watch Jaime massacre their soldiers or fight Jaime in the middle of the war with dozens of people around them.

Sigismund would be at a disadvantage and Kinvara even more so, as her attacks couldn't differentiate between friend and foe.

Kinvara didn't expect Jaime to drop his pride and run off to fight normal mortal soldiers. She wanted to slap herself for believing in something as stupid as the pride of men. But that couldn't be her fault, in the two hundred years of her existence, she had rarely taken part in conflicts.

When Jaime saw Sigismund and Kinvara following him, the knight's lips quirked up in a cold, malicious smile; he had already done even more shameful things, which was to put his pride aside once again.

Jaime invaded the Red Legion without any hesitation, he was like a wolf entering a crowd of sheep, every time his sword swung, a life was taken. Just as Sigismund did with the soldiers of House Lannister, Jaime did the same with the soldiers of House Targaryen.

Remembering the death of his uncle, who died to save him, Jaime's movements were even more ruthless, there was no hesitation in them and the man slaughtered dozens of soldiers in just under thirty seconds.

The massacre finally stopped when a black man with white hair and beard appeared in front of him. The man was very tall and wore red armor. With a flick of his fingers, griffins of fire attacked Jaime with ferocity.

Jaime was surprised by the attack, but then flashed a cold smile. Compared to the Witch, who had almost killed him with her flames, the flames of the black man in front of him were almost like the flames of a candle, totally ineffective against him.

Moqorro certainly knew this and unlike Kinvara's inexperience, the Red Priest had a hundred years of experience in battle, he earned the Black Flame epithet because of the countless conflicts he took part in and then set people on fire!

The fire griffins didn't attack certain parts of the body, they attacked Jaime's eyes!

Jaime was taken aback by the attack, but as a veteran of countless battles, he knew almost immediately of Moqorro's intentions.

Showing a keen eye, the knight dodged the griffins, moved to the side and landed a blow on Moqorro.

With Jaime's strength, the sword turned into a real killing weapon. It cut through Moqorro's own red armor with an ease that surprised the Black Flame.

As the creator of his armor and all the soldiers of the Red Legion and the Sardaukar, he knew very well how good the armor was, especially his own, which was made by him personally.

So he was surprised when his armor proved ineffective against Jaime's sword.

But Moqorro didn't have time to think any further, the sword tore through his armor and gave him a relatively deep wound, about three centimeters deep.

However, the moment the sword tore through his chest, Moqorro used his left hand to spurt an incredible amount of flame into Jaime's face!!!

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