Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 168 Steam Injection
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A dull loud noise came from the door of the long hall.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked over immediately, the heavy wooden door had disappeared, and there was a hard gray-black stone wall flowing in its original position!
The gate is gone!
The window on the wall is shrinking! !

The closed long hall was even more chaotic and disorderly, with voices of people and an uproar.

"So quiet!!"

Osha held up the pass token made of dragon crystal, and the sound was deafening, echoing in the long and narrow space.

The captains turned their heads.

Osha and other 20 people guarded the high platform of the Seastone Seat, and the ironmen who rushed to the front had been chopped down to the ground, and there was no more sound.

Three sea monsters rolled down from the high platform and just got up.

Euron and his mutes retreated to the wall, at least a few dozen paces from the Seastone.

Aeron "Damphair" pointed angrily at the dais.

"Those who disrespect the Drowned God sit on the Seastone Seat! Ironborn, don't you remember your bloodline? Kill them!"

"Bold!" Osha snapped.

"What is the Drowned God! He is just a servant of the true God! His Majesty the King is the messenger of the gods, and it is a supreme gift to sit on your seat! How dare you make noise!?"

The ironborn were even more resentful.

Aeron Damphair kept praying to the Drowned God, cursing viciously and urging the crowd to attack.

At this time, one or two hundred guards and captains of Pike City had gathered in front of the high platform.Finally, they put aside all fear and hesitation, and charged together!
"Tear them apart!!"

"kill!"

"Long live the Iron Islands! Long live the Marauders!!"

The ferocious Ironborn rushed up with swords held high, and throwing axes were thrown from all over the crowd.

Osha took half a step back and waved her hand.

The eight holy shield warriors were stationed in front to guard, intercept the flying axes, and deal with the nearby enemies.

The other eight holy fire fighters lined up, pulled out two spray guns from the steam injectors on their backs, one in each hand, and aimed at the enemy group.

Immediately afterwards, enter the fire magic energy!

The clear water in the injector water tank immediately boiled, and under the combined action of high temperature and high pressure, it turned into steam at several hundred degrees and sprayed out!

呲~~呲~~
The invisible steam hit the human skin and eyes, then cooled down and turned into a white mist, transferring scalding heat to it!
Baptism of steam!

"Ah~~~ eyes! My eyes!!"

"No~~ah~~"

More people just wailed and screamed meaninglessly, unable to express even a clear word.

In an instant.

Under the high platform, it fell into a steam hell.

The fresh smell of water vapor carried a slight smell of meat and spread to the entire long hall.

Many captains couldn't help but swallowed their saliva, their hearts were startled and frightened, their footsteps slowed down uncontrollably until they stopped or retreated.

"Take it!" Osha ordered.

Sixteen steam spray guns stopped at the same time, and the thick white steam at the muzzles gradually faded and finally dissipated.Only scalded ironmen were left howling and rolling all over the floor.

The ironborn who was closest to the battlefield had clearly witnessed the plight of their companions on the ground.

The lobster-red skin and dead white dead skin are already the luckiest situation, and a big translucent blister is nothing, but the brown or scorched hard skin is really hopeless, so we have to wait for death.

Isn't this the flame?
Why is it white?water?steam?
magic? !
The ironborn backed away in bewilderment and horror.

then.

There was a dead silence in the long hall, only the wailing of the wounded continued.

"Serenity," Joffrey uttered the word.

Osha stepped down from the high platform, and together with the Holy Shield warriors, they repaired the noisy wounded one by one, ensuring that they would ascend to heaven or sink into the palace of flowing water.

The standing ironmen turned their heads only slightly.

The situation is so obvious.King Joffrey had only twenty men, but they were worth all the people in the hall.

All lives and deaths depend on King Joffrey's will.

peaceful.Many looked to the Crow's Eye in the corner.Will the power of the ruins of Valyria be able to resist King Joffrey's spell and save the Ironborn?

The Crow's Eye was expressionless, just silent.

Asha pulled out a smile, "Your Majesty, your might is unquestionable, and the Iron Islands are willing to submit. Please follow your instructions."

Victarion moved his body, but made no rebuttal after all.

Aeron's face was ashen.

But Joffrey didn't seem to hear it at all, and calmly stretched out his fingers and pointed at each ironborn, "You, stand here, you, stand there..."

What do you mean?
Captain Ironborn, who was first pointed to, hesitated for a moment, and the nearest Holy Shield warrior rushed to his side and slashed across with his sword, separating his body and head!

Everyone was shocked immediately!After that, he dared not delay any longer, let alone ask questions.

Why this division?
To execute the people on one side?Which side will die?Which side will live?
Or is it not?

The ironborn were full of doubts, but there was no resistance.

Hope inspires, fear inspires courage.But hope mixed with fear creates a lamb at the mercy of others.

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

It seemed to be a sentence from the gods, so majestic and terrifying, so sacred and solemn.

The longer the sound lasted, the more awe the ironborn felt, and the more they felt that they were small and humble, like shrimps, crabs and worms in the sea, whose life and death depended on the will of the sea.

Finally, the sound stopped.

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

None of the four sea monsters were named.

Joffrey pointed again, and everyone nervously followed the finger. It was a slave of Pike City.

"Faceless, still not confessing?"

The slave shook his head blankly, "My lord, what is a Faceless Man? I don't know."

Joffrey said no more.

The two Holy Shield warriors walked towards the slave.But until he was escorted to the high platform and bound by crawling steel chains, the slave was still a slave.

Let's see how long you can install it.

Joffrey was quite sure.He could feel the faint magical aura on the slave.

slave?Ah.

"Asha." Joffrey looked at the respectful girl in the middle of the hall.

"Your father was murdered by this Faceless Man hired by Euron. It was more than I expected, I must admit."

Joffrey sighed.

"And you took the Iron Islands so capriciously. Well now, there's so much blood to be shed."

Asha opened her mouth.

Those jet-jetting monsters had already stepped off the high platform and approached the crowd on one side.

A panicked uproar soon erupted.

After distinguishing the face over there, Asha felt both heavy and relaxed.The uncle is not there, but most of the captains who are the most famous and respect the ancient ways are in it.

Joffrey turned to the side of the ironborn who had been spared.

"If one of the people over there escapes to you alive, don't live."

呲~~
The steam descended again.

"Long live the Iron Islands, long live the Zhuogu family! Fight them!"

The suffering ironborn cursed loudly.

"Cowards! Just watch your compatriots being slaughtered!?"

The ironborn on the other side all had complicated expressions.

In the area where the steam hadn't yet shrouded, the doomed ironborn rushed to the high platform, and rushed to the opposite side.

King Joffrey's proclamation still rings in his ears.

Lord Baelor Blacktysh of Kuroshio Island drew his sword and stabbed a captain he knew.

The ironborn shall not see each other's blood.

however.

At this time, he couldn't care less.

Aeron "Damphair" covered his face in pain, unable to bear to see this scene.

Drowned God.

Punish these ungodly cowards and that wicked king!

Turn them into worms! !

(End of this chapter)