Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web.

Chapter 75 Divine Grace

Beneath the statues of the Seven in the Red Keep's sept, Loras Tyrell and the other ninety-nine were waiting.

Half of them were scions of the great houses of the Seven Kingdoms, the other half were withdrawn youths draped in white cloth, found from who-knows-where; the two groups were incongruous, as if they shouldn't exist in the same world.

Loras silently asked himself, what does Joffrey want?

What makes him think he can stand against the lords of the Seven Kingdoms? Does he believe a melted Iron Throne is enough to make everyone bow down and submit?

At least Loras had no intention of yielding.

Even so, Loras couldn't help but recall those fiery rivers of molten steel; the air still seemed scorching and dry, every breath filled with the scent of blood and fire.

In his daze, he imagined his ancestors facing the breath of the Targaryen dragons on the battlefield.

Fire and Blood.

His ancestors had become the liege lords and dukes of the Reach in the aftermath of the Field of Fire.

Fire and Blood. This maxim of House Baratheon, inherited from the Storm Kings, had also become the most perfect annotation of the Dragon Kings' heroic bearing.

Had Renly safely returned to Storm's End? Had the lords of the Stormlands already taken up arms?

The Velaryon fleet would not be able to prevent the outbreak of war.

When that time came, even with the support of Eddard and Duke Tywin, could Joffrey obtain the full allegiance of the lords of the North and the Westerlands? Not after behaving so arrogantly and conceitedly.

Storm's End and Highgarden had at least a fifty-fifty chance of winning.

But was Joffrey truly unaware of these unfavorable circumstances?

Loras suddenly remembered the dragon eggs in Joffrey's possession, and a startling conjecture was born in his heart: could he hatch new dragons?

Guarded by two knights in white armor, Joffrey entered from the sept's entrance.

"Your Grace," the crowd greeted in unison.

"Do you know why I've summoned you?" Joffrey stood beneath the statue of the Father.

Loras saw the fanatical glee overflowing on the faces of the youths draped in white cloth, as if they were about to receive an incomparable boon, and he felt even more uneasy.

"Accept the gifts of fate."

"The gods have chosen me to fulfill a sacred mission, and I have chosen you—to be messengers who spread light and the glory of the gods to the world."

"Know that the scourge of frost has arrived, the eternal night of the apocalypse is approaching, and you are the vanguard of salvation!"

"Light Eternal!" The white-robed youths prostrated themselves reverently on the ground.

The scions of the great houses were at a loss, looking at each other, and in the end, they had no choice but to reluctantly lie on the ground and pretend.

Loras almost thought he was facing a charlatan trying to scam a meal.

But then he saw Joffrey extend his left hand, in his palm was a pile of small, dark, glittering discs. What was this?

"Come forward, and share in the great power of the gods, this is Divine Grace."

All the white-robed youths instantly surged forward, more crazed than mindless fanatics, more greedy than beasts starved for four or five days, more oblivious to everything else than soldiers in the heat of battle.

Joffrey gently soothed, "One at a time."

The white-robed youths immediately quieted down, forming a neat and orderly line, but their expressions were even more eager and excited than servants lining up to receive a reward.

The nervous and flustered scions of the great houses gradually walked to the end of the line, Loras was about in the middle.

He looked up at the very front.

Joffrey was holding a Valyrian steel dagger and cutting open the back of the white-robed youth's neck, but that youth didn't even move!

Joffrey pinched up a small glittering disc and inserted it between the youth's flesh and bones.

So that's how it's used. Loras felt a chill in his heart, is this thing going to be buried in my neck too? Is it safe? How much of an impact will it have on combat?

Loras resisted from the bottom of his heart, he nudged Hobert Hightower in front of him.

Hobert turned around, Loras raised his chin in Joffrey's direction, shook his head, and stared intently into Hobert's eyes.

Hobert understood Loras's meaning.

But ask me to step forward and disrupt the arrangements of the newly enthroned king?

Those who have newly seized power are especially not to be disobeyed, even the simplest questions could be interpreted as malicious provocation.

The tragic state of Littlefinger and the Iron Throne was still fresh in his mind, and Hobert didn't think the Redwyne fleet far away in the Reach could allow him to do whatever he wanted in the Red Keep.

Besides, he hadn't seen any danger yet. It even sounded like a great thing.

Hobert turned to face forward, Joffrey wiped the youth's neck with one hand, and the exposed wound immediately closed, as if nothing had ever happened.

Magical power, the mission of the gods...

Progress was going smoothly, and Joffrey continued to cut open the next person's neck with satisfaction.

The small discs were the magic net core made of dragon crystal, which contained a one-time contract magic energy and enough information magic energy to support the panel's operation for two weeks. The instructions were more complete and rich, and Joffrey named it "Divine Grace Generation 1 Core".

Combining the actual situation of this world, Joffrey put a shining and righteous skin on the magic net, just to make people speechless.

Divine Grace, who can refuse?

In order to achieve the most sensational and shocking effect, Joffrey also prepared the power of flame or healing for the first batch of one hundred Divine Grace beneficiaries.

Fire runes and recovery runes are the most suitable for popularization, both practical and energy-saving. After all, the birth of these two runes requires 6 rune energies, and the rune mirror image only needs 3 rune energies.

One sowing, three days to break even, and then lie down and earn.

The snowball will get bigger and bigger, and the initial size of the snowball also affects the speed of the snowball's growth, which is why Joffrey is anxious to create a hundred mages at once.

Preparing three hundred rune energies is actually quite troublesome.

He can only store up to 100 rune energies in his body. The excess rune energies can only be made into magic props and stored indirectly. He can then absorb the rune energies in the props to create runes or rune mirror images when needed.

Joffrey could clearly feel the weight of the dozens of steel pieces in his arms. The magic on the steel pieces was dissipating one by one.

Finally, it was the first scion of the great houses' turn.

Joffrey nodded with satisfaction, "Samwell Tarly, you're quite enthusiastic."

Sam's round face barely squeezed out a smile. The process of accepting Divine Grace looked extremely terrifying. How could he voluntarily be the first to go up? Wasn't he forced to by those guys?

Sam watched helplessly as the sharp blade approached his neck.

No, I'm done for!

Sam closed his eyes tightly, trembling like a fat rooster about to be slaughtered.

Joffrey had no choice but to expend mental power to take over his body, and only then did he successfully complete the implantation of the Divine Grace core.

Half a day later, the hundred people were still unable to calm down in the sept.

Loras only felt as if he was being burned by a raging fire, as hot as bathing in dragon flame, but he was actually fine! I'm still alive!

"Divine Grace has been bestowed, and the mission can no longer be shirked. Is your destination the Seven Heavens or the Seven Hells? Fight to the death for the gods!"

King Joffrey, beneath the statue of the Father, proclaimed the will of the gods.

Loras stared intently at the faint blue light screen in front of him, with rows of words and numbers on it. He was already a "Divine Grace Beneficiary", a "Holy War Army Trainee Soldier", and a "Lightbringer Trainee Member".

The king raised his arms, "Gentlemen, cheer, cheer for all enemies, we will win countless victories! Return to the kingdom of heaven filled with glory!"

"Light Eternal!!"

It wasn't just the youths draped in white cloth who let out wild howls.

Loras desperately thought of his beloved, the sun that seemed destined to be shot down.

My Renly, what are you doing?

Stop it quickly.

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