iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 484 Bloodline 7
The magnificent Cathedral of Baelor stood quietly, and the white marble square emitted a cool glow under the moonlight.

Thousands of sparrows with mysterious seven-pointed stars tattooed on their foreheads gathered here. They wore brown robes, axes on their waists, and the iron chains crossed on their chests made slight clashes when they moved.

Some people put their hands together and prayed silently; some people closed their eyes and dozed off; some people looked around vigilantly.

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

To protect their spiritual leader, the messenger of the Seven Gods on earth, the beacon of the Seven Gods' faith, the High Sparrow.

In order to defend against possible attacks, the sparrows, who were originally down-and-out knights, prepared thick logs as fortifications.

However, the wind grew colder at night.

As time went on, the rough logs began to be thrown into the blazing bonfire.

The Sparrows firmly believe that their faith and bodies are the true shield of the Seven.

Moreover, since they took 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 duty to expel all evil from the world!
If it weren't for the High Sparrow's order, the sparrows would never tolerate the evil-doing Golden Robes blocking the surrounding streets!

Someone shouted: "The King must hail the Seven!"

"The king must pay homage to the Seven!" everyone responded in unison.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the square, which gradually spread inside. The sparrows sitting around the campfire stood up one after another.

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

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

Seeing that the guards didn't move, the hot-tempered Sparrow pulled out the axe at his waist and said, "Get out! You are blaspheming the Seven Gods!"

Stones and torches were flying everywhere.

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The acting commander-in-chief of the Golden Cloaks, Sir Damien Gort, looked at the densely packed figures in the square, a look of hesitation flashing across his face.

Sir Monton's silly voice rang out beside him: "They are all traitors."

After a moment of silence, Sir Damien nodded. He knew very well that any hesitation at this moment would most likely lead to the loss of the Regent's trust in him.

For him, this consequence...is more serious than punishing the monks.

His eyes became increasingly sharp. "Sir Monton, when do we start?"

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

“It’s almost there…”

The warrior stands before the enemy————

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

Holding bows and swords————

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

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

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

"hey-hey!"

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

First, there were several gold-cloaked teams that blocked the streets. When they approached the Great Sept. of Baelor, Jaime Lannister saw Crabbe's blue-robed longbowmen who were receiving quivers.

After a pause, the Crabbs made way for the Lannisters, and both sides understood each other tacitly.

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

The large number of Crabbe's troops did not raise the flag of the Marigold. At this moment, he knew very well that he and the Lannisters were just a fig leaf for the Greens to wipe out the church's armed forces.

Inside the lion helmet, Jaime's mouth curled up into 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 of Cersei, covered in blood, staring at him with hatred was still vivid in his mind...

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

She spit out blood and asked him, he once swore to protect her forever...

The overwhelming guilt even made him unable to apologize.

Now, only the blood of the High Sparrow can bring peace to Cersei's soul.

As for the future, screw it!
Climbing up the steps, their feet stepped on the white stone slabs of the marble square. The men in golden robes holding spears retreated to the sides, followed by the men in blue robes holding long shields.

A corner of the moon peeked out from behind the dark clouds, casting a faint moonlight.

When the figures of Sir Jaime and the red robes became clear, this corner of the square fell into silence. Then, the Lannister standard-bearer raised the Lion's Roaring Banner.

The brown robes looked pitch black in the night. Facing the fully armed Lannister guards, the men holding sparrows tightly in their hands were ready for battle. There was only fanaticism on their faces, not a trace of fear.

Without further ado, Ser Jaime drew his sword.

"Hear me roar!"

Ser Jaime clenched his sword with both hands and rushed out, followed by the red robes. "Castle Rock!"

The sparrows brandished their axes to meet the lion's charge. The sword and the axe collided, and the collision between the two sides sounded like thunder.

Blood splattered in the air, and screams and shouts rang out one after another.

James' sword skills were sharp and precise, taking away the enemy's life like cutting cheese.

The red-robed guards that Tywin spent a lot of money on showed extraordinary courage and fighting power. They formed a tight formation, with swords and spears coordinating with each other. The sound of weapons piercing the enemy's body continued to ring out, harvesting wave after wave of sparrows rushing over.

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

Ser Jaime pointed his sword toward the door of the Great Sept of Baelor and roared, "Lannister!"

"Castle Rock!"

The red robes responded in unison, following James and moving forward bravely.

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 the Lannisters.

The opponent's weapons could easily cut them, but the weapons in their hands did almost no damage.

However, the fanatical believers did not retreat. They still had physical bodies, and their corpses could also stop the lions.

After the first person demonstrated, the sparrows followed suit, and some even gave up attacking, vowing to protect the big sparrow to the death.

over time………

The "human wall" was getting higher and thicker. If the Lannisters tried to climb over it, their formation would be in chaos, so Ser Jaime had to slow down his advance.

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

They possessed the courage to sacrifice themselves at any time, but had no military training, and their large-scale, disorderly surge... brought about the rapid spread of chaos and trampling.

There were cries of pain and screams from the crowd, but the sparrows still rushed forward recklessly. Their madness was shocking and made the battle even more brutal.

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On the other side, Sir Monton, who was craning his neck to observe the square, saw that the opportunity had come and immediately ordered someone to blow the bugle.

Woo———Woo——Woo———

The low and long sound of the horn covered the shouting and screaming in the square. Then, amid neat slogans, the shield walls on the north, south and east sides began to advance slowly towards the square.

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

Wherever the rain of arrows fell, sparrows fell down one after another. They didn't even have time to scream before they were pierced through the bodies by the ruthless arrows.

Cries of pain and despair rang out one after another. The sparrows, who had originally been unafraid of sacrifice, instantly fell into panic under the sudden rain of arrows.

Kleber's three volleys caused more than half of the dense sparrow "formation" to disappear directly. The red robes cursed and thanked the "rain of arrows" for their timely help.

Sir Jaime had a keen sense of battlefield, and he led the red robes around for a short while before continuing on toward the cathedral.

The shieldmen quickened their advance, and the gold-cloaked men followed behind, mercilessly stabbing the sparrows that lay wailing on the ground or seemed to have lost their breath with their spears.

Blood dyed the night red, and the square of the Great Sept of Baelor became the seven layers of hell filled with death and despair.

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The Red Fort Cathedral was filled with a sad atmosphere.

Cersei, who had been carefully taken care of by the Stranger sisters, "slept" quietly in the coffin. She was wearing a gorgeous burgundy dress. The delicate embroidery on the hem of her skirt was faintly visible in the candlelight in the daytime. The golden queen mother's crown and various emerald jewelry were dazzling.

Seventy-seven nuns and maids surrounded the coffin, dressed in plain clothes and chanting hymns in a low voice.

Margaery and Princess Myrcella knelt beside Cersei's sarcophagus and prayed, while Tommen closed his eyes and leaned in Little Rose's arms, as if he had fallen asleep.

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

Little Rose looked in the direction of the voice... Count Matusrowan was standing not far away with a serious expression, nodding slightly at him.

Margaery motioned to the maid beside her to come over. She tiptoed to Little Rose and carefully took over the sleeping Tommen.

Margaret stood up slowly, adjusted her skirt a little, then looked at Count Matus, and walked towards 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 Margery, the massacre in the Great Sept of Baelor has begun."

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

(End of this chapter)