Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 991
"Devils, there are demons everywhere in the city, so there are really demons in the world!" The contractor's face was full of unresolved panic.

"Where did the devil come from, what kind of devil?" Qizang looked around at the ruined walls and said in a deep voice, "Also, who destroyed the Temple of the Seven Gods?"

"It's the devil, it's all the devil's work! Those devils have strange shapes and are completely inhuman. They also breathe flames and poisonous smoke, eat children, strengthen women, torture and kill men, and do everything." The contractor trembled.

"Is it the group of evil gods who are going to encircle us?" The dwarf leaned close to Qizang's ear and whispered, "You killed the goddess Murthia, which aroused the excitement. As the chief culprit, we managed to escape again. Those evil gods who can't fly will take revenge on the Reese people?"

Qizang pondered for a moment, then said lightly: "The long night is long and dangerous everywhere. Not only the extreme cold and food shortage are the dangers, but the rampant demons are also one of the disasters of the long night.

We are ordered by the Holy Mother to pass the scriptures to the East, isn't it just to kill demons and demons, spread the Bible widely, and restore peace to the world? "

In short, the disaster of Reese has nothing to do with them, and has nothing to do with the Church of the Seven Gods. On the contrary, the Church is still the nemesis of evil spirits.

"Are those evil gods and demons still in Reese?" Arya licked her lips, unconsciously pressed her hand to the hilt of her sword, her gray eyes seemed to be on fire, she looked around, eager to try.

"They don't take the initiative to appear in front of me, and I don't know." Qizang shook his head slowly.

"Tyrion, why don't you go out and try again?" Arya looked expectantly at the dwarf.

The dwarf pointed at his face, "I can still fight like this? Besides, look at Sanze and Varys, they are in worse condition than me."

Tyrion's skin was pale, his cheeks were sunken, and his eyes were dim, as if he had been fighting in the Garden of Lust for a month.

"Tell me specifically, what happened at that time?" Qi Zang asked with a frown.

The contractor first glanced at him in awe, then shivered suddenly, and said in horror: "After you used the Tathagata palm that descended from the sky, the square and the surrounding blocks were shrouded in a layer of red mist. people, want it uncontrollably."

"Masters should go to the palace square to see, there are still countless pools of blood. The desire is too strong, and there is no time to vent it.

Women are fine, but many men can't control their desires. Before they take off their pants and find a partner, Haw is like a sausage that has been stuffed with meat, and the casing bursts, and the blood vessels burst into a piece of rotten meat.

Even so, the desire has not diminished, because there is nowhere to vent, and eventually explodes and dies. "The contractor twisted his face and said.

"Hiss, so scary?" Tyrion clamped his legs, his voice drifting, "I felt it at the time too, but it's not like this?"

"You and the hunting dog completely lost their minds and used magic spells to fight each other in the street, forgot?" Arya said contemptuously.

"But we only wet our pants, we didn't explode the sausage." The dwarf said.

"I'm not wet." The Hound said quickly.

"What wet pants?" Erya asked curiously.

"Ahem, you'll understand when you're old." Under the girl's ignorant eyes, the dwarf was extremely embarrassed, and somehow felt a little hard.

Qizang said coldly: "Tyrion, remember your identities!"

"Sorry, I'll figure out the occasion in the future." The dwarf apologized sincerely.

Changing the subject again, he asked the contractor, "How many people died last night?"

"One or two thousand, most of them died in the red mist."

The dwarf murmured in shock: "I never imagined that the Song of Desire domain would be so domineering, such a powerful evil god, no amount of mortal troops would be of much use."

"There are not many gods who master the domain. Murtheya is one of the strongest gods in the world, but his way is not suitable for fighting." Qizang said solemnly.

"Murthea?" The contractor's complexion changed, as if he understood something, his eyes on Qizang and others became extremely complicated, first resentment, then fear, and then bewilderment.

The master and apprentice all saw his expression, but they didn't care, because there was absolutely no way to hide the killing of Murthea.

What's more, this is not the first time to kill the patron saint of the city-state.

The crocodile god of Pentos and the three-headed god of Tylosi were all killed by them, and then they were still the guests in the city-state palace.

"But Murthea died at that time, how to maintain the domain?" Arya asked doubtfully.

"Because of his death, the domain is out of control. Even a mortal fart can last for a while. Isn't it reasonable that the riots in the law domain last longer?"

Er Ya's mouth twitched, unable to refute.

Qizang clasped his hands together, bowed to the broken statue of the Virgin in the ruins of the sanctuary, and sighed, "It's all the fault of the night lion demon. If he doesn't chase us down, I should be able to calm down the chaotic atmosphere of the law."

Erya's mouth continued to twitch.

For the first time, she discovered that her master's title of "Masked Evil Monk" might be correct.

In fact, according to Qizang's nature, even if he should not be mainly responsible for the tragedy in the square, he should be blushing with shame at this moment. After all, the goddess was beaten to death by him.

But Qizang was educated by the big sparrow for more than a month before leaving Westeros.

If it was a big-sparrow, it should be this kind of reaction.

"There are more than 2000 people in the square alone, what about the rest?" Tyrion asked.

"The rest went into the alley in time, and finally collapsed on the ground like exhausted farm cattle, taking in less air and exhaling more.

Then, the devil came out of nowhere and cursed."

The contractor glanced at the master and the disciples, and said, "The demons are scolding you, and they can't find you. They are furious, killing and devouring people who are paralyzed on the ground and can't move."

"This..." Qi Zang's brains turned sharply, thinking about the words to deal with it.

"Do you know where the devil comes from?" Tyrion asked.

"I don't know, but they seem to be looking for you." The contractor insisted.

"Let me tell you the truth!" The dwarf smiled viciously, "The so-called demons are the gods you usually worship."

"Tyrion, you—" Qizang frowned.

The dwarf waved his hand, "Hiding them is actually harming them.

And, haven't you noticed?

When the gods appear on a large scale and attack mortals unscrupulously, the old order of the world will change. "

"Maybe, return to the era when humans and gods lived together in the last era? In the future, we will encounter more and more evil gods, and they will become more unscrupulous.

If you want to hide it, you can't hide it. he sighed.

Qizang's expression was startled, and he fell silent.

"What are you talking about?" the contractor asked suspiciously.

The dwarf laughed and said, "You just need to know that the demon who caused thousands of people to blow up their dicks last night is the goddess of lust, love and youth that you Lysians believe in, Murthea.

That little splash coveted my mighty body, and was slapped to death by master Qizang.

The evil gods who devour you are all gods believed by the city-states led by R'hllor and Night Lion.

They are all concubines of the erotic-goddess, and they do not want the Bible of the Seven Gods to spread to the East. "

"No, it's impossible." The contractor's mood was agitated, and his face was pale.

"What's impossible, you can't recognize the obvious features of the night lion? By the way, everyone is seriously injured, why are you still in such good spirits?" The dwarf looked at him suspiciously and asked.

Qizang and Erya's eyes became sharp.

The contractor shrank his neck, and said in a low voice: "I also wanted to burn the sky last night, but I was surrounded by dissatisfied old ladies.
When it was unbearable, I suddenly remembered the view of bones taught by Master Qizang. Guess what? "

He was in high spirits, "My desire-fire has completely disappeared, so nothing happened."

"Can it still be like this?" The dwarf was stunned.

Qizang was thoughtful, "When I was wrapped in the red silk of Murthea's desire, also... Then I also visualized the map of the bones of desire in my heart, and soon the illusion disappeared completely, and my mind was clear."

This is no accident.

The reason why the Dragon Queen came up with the "Bone View" was not because she was extremely idle.

Because of the same crime, after Xirui Yangxin entered hell, she happened to be on the same level of hell and the same area as Cersei.

The two didn't feel sorry for each other, and then lived in harmony.

Cersei insulted Xirui, and Xirui couldn't understand Cersei, but she is an extraordinary demigod, and her methods are more clever and direct.

Using the Lust-goddess method against her, Sirius attempts to transform Cersei into her own sensual (saint in Lust Paradise).

Cersei hardly had any power to resist, and she became even more depraved.

Some unknown evolution of the soul takes place.

Only then did Dany really take Murthea seriously.

In order to deal with the goddess who mastered the laws of lust, she spent some time researching the Buddhist conception she saw in the "Reboot Bar" in her previous life, the conception of white bones.

It's not some way of cultivating immortals, but a very basic and simple psychological suggestion.

As for what results can be achieved after the magic reform, are there any side effects?

Danni doesn't know either, so let Qizang experiment!
Now it seems that the effect is not bad?

"Are those demons really gods?" the contractor asked out of his doubts, "The incident in the square has alarmed the garrisons in other urban areas.

Seeing the devil eating people, the soldiers directly slashed with knives and poked with spears.

Although those demons have their own means, they are all flesh and blood, they were chopped to the point of pain and wailing, and their flesh was bloody from being poked.

In the end, more than 30 demons were beaten to pieces by the two thousand elites and fled in embarrassment. "

"Are the gods so weak?" he doubted.

"Two thousand elites! Thirty is better than two thousand, no one will die, isn't that strong enough?" the dwarf shouted.

"Two thousand elites can't even beat the Dragon Queen a few years ago." The contractor complained: "At that time, she rode a dragon to Rees to rob and burn dozens of princes and hundreds of guards to death, but we couldn't do anything about her. "

"Don't compare with her." The dwarf waved his hand, "She is not a normal person."

Qizang wondered, "Since the soldiers chased away all the evil gods, why is Mrs. Linness still being eaten?"

"That lion-headed monster can fly!" The contractor couldn't help raising his head and looked around, as if he was worried that the night lion would suddenly fly.

"Many people died last night, and the deaths were so strange. In order to stabilize people's hearts and stabilize the political situation, the nobles decided to elect a new prince overnight to preside over the overall situation."

The contractor's expression became awkward, "A lot of nobles also died, and they were all terrified, and wanted to use the name of the Dragon Queen to subdue the man-eating demon.

Thus, Mrs. Linnesse was successfully elected, but...
Just this morning, on the balcony of the royal palace, when she was giving a speech to all the free people in the square, the lion-headed monster fell from the sky and landed beside her, saying, "

"The lion-headed monster smiled coldly, and mentioned Prince Linnis like a chicken, and said, 'I was about to leave, but I heard Daenerys' name in the sky. , the king's blood can also greatly nourish'.

The prince begged and said, 'I can help the king vent his fire', and he was still wrapped around it like a vine."

The contractor and the master and apprentice were extremely embarrassed.

To the contractor, she is their prince; to Qizang and others, she is their compatriot, a fellow villager, or aristocratic, which can almost represent Westeros.

Seeing that everyone was embarrassed, the dwarf was no longer embarrassed, and couldn't help asking: "And then?"

"The prince is petite, the lion head monster is more than three meters tall, it cracked, and then it ate her."

(End of this chapter)