Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 509 Parricide

 Jon Snow once again dreamed of the crypts beneath Winterfell.

Half asleep and half awake, he walked in the narrow and dark tunnel, and the statues of the former kings of winter looked at him with cold eyes.

 Finally, he stopped in front of a tomb, because the statue in front of him was clearly his own.

Although Jon has longed to become a real Stark since he was a child, and being buried in an underground tomb after death is naturally part of this dream, when this wish came true, he was still so scared that he sat up.

 “Hu-hu-”

 Jon stroked the blanket covering his body, his heart beating wildly.

 The room was pitch dark, and the moonlight outside the window was cold.

For some reason, Jon always felt inexplicably panicked, as if something terrible was about to happen.

  After lying down again, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep again, so he simply put on his cloak and walked out of the room.

The sound of opening the door awakened the direwolf Ghost who was sleeping behind the door. It opened its blood-red eyes and looked at its owner suspiciously.

The cold wind howled outside the house, and the sky and earth were pitch black.

 The smell of pine wood floats in the wind along with the biting chill.

Jon stood on the balcony and looked south, as if he could really see Winterfell thousands of miles away.

The castle that made him feel warm when he thought about it.

 “Ouch!”

"Ghost, don't scream!" Jon turned around and yelled.

The direwolf shrank its head and paced uneasily back and forth at his feet.

Jon frowned slightly and looked south again, and then saw a dark shadow leading a horse into the castle.

By the moonlight, he recognized the man as Robb Stark.

 Jon seemed to have guessed where the other person had just been, and a narrow smile appeared on his face.

 He went down the stairs and came to the stables. He happened to see Robb tying up his war horse.

 “Hey! Robb, you going to Mole Village again?”

Robb looked back at Jon when he heard this, but did not answer.

"Ahem, don't worry, I won't tell my father." Jon was frightened by the other party's cold eyes and quickly explained.

Robb still said nothing and walked forward.

"Are you angry?" Jon followed, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not accusing you of anything. In fact, I have made similar mistakes, and you should know it. In any case, I advise you to leave that girl alone Send it to the south.

Mole Village is really not a suitable place for her to stay... What's more, I always feel that something big will happen to the Great Wall, and the north will soon become very unsafe...

 Hey, Robb, are you listening? "

Jon noticed something strange about Robb, but he didn’t think much about it. He thought he had encountered something bad in Mole Village, so he didn’t say anything more.

Going up the stairs, Jon found Robb walking towards his room.

He thought that Robb wanted to talk to him alone about something, so he followed him.

Unexpectedly, when the two came to the door, the direwolf Ghost suddenly jumped out, bared his teeth at Robb, and kept roaring.

"Ghost! Don't be like this!" Jon stepped forward to drive the direwolf away and apologized to Robb, "I'm sorry, he's a little weird today."

Robb said nothing and went straight into the house.

“Why is it that everyone is not normal today?” Jon muttered behind him and walked in.

“Robb, what’s wrong with you? You’re acting weird? Hey, why are you looking through my things?”

 Jon saw Robb pull out a black package from under his bed.

After opening it, you can see that there are more than a dozen knives inside, as well as a batch of leaf-shaped spear points, and countless arrows. These weapons are all black.

 The dim candlelight danced on it, flashing a few thin orange wavy lines.

"These are all dragonglass weapons." Jon explained. "Last time Lord Commander Mormont and I went north to inspect the Great Wall, we found them at the Fist of the First Men. Well, to be more precise, Ghost found them. . Judging from the material of that black package, it should be a relic of a certain night watchman brother."

 In addition to the dragon crystal weapon, there is also a horn in the package.

 It looks very old. I don’t know what kind of material it is made of. The edges are inlaid with bronze.

Seeing Robb pick up the horn, Jon said:

 “The horn must be broken and cannot be blown...”

Before he finished speaking, he saw Robb put the horn to his mouth, puffed up his mouth, and blew hard -

"woo woo woo woo-"

The shrill sound of the horn cut through the night sky like a sharp knife.

 Loud and deadly, the urgent scream echoed in the wind and snow, with a blood-curdling trill.

Jon covered his ears and shouted loudly for Robb to stop blowing, but his voice was drowned in the sound of the trumpet.

He saw that his brother's cheeks were covered with dense blue lines, his whole body was twitching violently, and a cold blue light was escaping from his body, as if at this moment, Robb was consuming his own life to sound this strange sound. horn.

woo woo woo woo-

The terrible sound of the trumpet continued, as if filled with thousands of years of pain and anger, vented at this moment, threatening to freeze everyone's ears.

 Invisible energy dissipates from the horn, echoing in the room, echoing on the Great Wall of Despair, and echoing throughout the ice and snow world.

Just when Jon thought the horn was going to go on forever, it came to an abrupt end.

Robb staggered and fell to the ground—

boom!

It turned out to be like an ice sculpture, falling into countless pieces.

 Jon was dumbfounded when he saw this scene.

 But at this moment, a more terrifying scene appeared.

 The ground began to shake, the houses were crumbling, and the entire Black Castle seemed to be held in the hands of giants, playing with it wantonly.

 The night watchmen were all awakened by the movement.

　　When they ran out of the room in a hurry, they saw a scene that everyone would never forget.

The towering Great Wall of Despair actually gave off countless streaks of faint blue smoke under the moonlight.

Before they could react, the majestic ice wall, which was like a chasm in the sky, collapsed.

 Time seems to have stopped.

 At this moment, everyone who witnessed this scene forgot to breathe.

 The whole world seemed to collapse along with it.

　　——————

“The Great Wall has really fallen...”

 Jaime Lannister said in a sleepy tone.

He climbed out of the cellar and saw the northern sky shining with a faint blue aurora. It was beautiful, but full of terrible murderous intent.

And under that aurora, the Great Wall of Despair, this blue-and-white cliff that cuts across the sky and the earth, has collapsed.

"Hahahaha! It's better to fall down! It's better to fall down!" Cersei laughed wildly, her green eyes full of madness, "This **** world, this stinking world, should have been covered with ice and snow a long time ago. Death is everywhere! Let’s all die! Let’s all die! Hahahaha…”

James stared blankly at his sister's crazy appearance, and the image of the Mad King Aerys could not help but appear in his mind.This chapt????r is updat????d by N(o)vᴇl(F)ire

At the end of the Reaver War, when the Targaryens were in decline, the Mad King wanted to use [Wildfire] to burn the entire King's Landing to the ground, so that the entire city would be given to him to be buried with the Targaryens.

It was at that moment that Jaime thrust his sword into the Mad King's chest and killed the king he swore to protect with his own hands.

The right hand holding the sword had been cut off long ago, but James seemed to still be able to feel its presence, a heart-wrenching presence.

 “Hey, what are you thinking about?”

His sister's call brought James back to reality, but his expression was dull and his eyes were straight.

"Does this scare you silly?" Cersei said disdainfully, "What are you afraid of? Even if the White Walkers come in, it will still be Caesar's trouble. But for us, it is a huge opportunity! Come with me! "

 “Where to go?” James asked subconsciously.

"Of course it's the south. Do you want to stay here and wait for the White Walkers to come?" Cersei said.

Seeing that her brother was still looking stupid, she suppressed her inner dissatisfaction and explained again:

"Now that the Great Wall has fallen, Caesar can no longer take care of us. It will be fine if we go to the south. Moreover, taking advantage of this great opportunity, we can also contact the lords in the south who are dissatisfied with Caesar, and maybe we can start a rebellion, haha, That’s right!”

The more Cersei thought about it, the more excited she became:

“Although Caesar has great power now, in fact, not all the nobles of the seven countries are willing to surrender to him.

Roose Bolton of the Dreadfort was the first northern noble to surrender to him, but Caesar still handed over the dukedom to the Stark family and Old Frey of the Riverlands. Is he willing to continue? Surrender to Tully? Mrs. Anya Waywood of the Vale, she has been planning for so long, only to be plucked by the Royce family. Will she be willing to do so?

Of course, don’t forget the nobles of the Western Region!

　　What qualifications does that dwarf Tyrion have to become the Lord of the West? That loser, that traitor, that bastard!

 We can go to Malbrandt, Tarbeck, Farman, Leford... They are my father's most loyal supporters!

 Before, Caesar was too powerful and they did not dare to resist, but now it is different.

 The Great Wall has fallen! The White Walkers are coming!

Caesar can no longer care about the rear, we can seize the opportunity and start riots!

  Jaime, let us work together to regain the glory of Lannister! "

 But this passionate speech did not seem to move James at all.

 Instead, his eyes towards his sister became more and more cold.

"I used to think that we were very similar. It was as if one soul shared two bodies." James said, "Do you remember when we were children in Casterly Rock, we used to play the game of changing clothes?"

"Of course I remember." Cersei said patiently, "We are the golden twins. When we were young, we could hardly tell the difference. When I put on your clothes, even my father couldn't tell."

"Yes." James said, "So I fell madly in love with you and thought you were my other half. Only together can we be complete."

"I love you too." Cersei took a few steps forward and reached out to touch his rough and cold face, "So, come with me, go to the south, and together we will overthrow the Caesar dynasty, and then sit on the Iron Throne together."

James slowly shook his head:

 “No. Now I understand. We are completely different.”

 “What do you mean?” The look in her brother’s eyes made Cersei suddenly panic, as if something important in her life was about to leave her.

"Is the throne and power really that important to you?" James asked, "Even if you destroy the whole world, you have to get it?"

These words stung Cersei, and her expression changed:

“You, a regicide, are you qualified to judge me from the moral high ground?”

 “I am not killing a king, but a madman who wants to burn the whole world with fire.”

"Then do you still want to kill me now?" Cersei looked at her brother provocatively, "Come on, knight who upholds justice. Come and kill me!"

James stood still, and his phantom limb began to throb violently again.

"Cowardless thing!" Cersei scolded, "I should never have placed my hopes on you. You waste, you have let me down so many times. The gods are really blind, giving you a man's body, if I am the eldest son of Lannister, how could it be Caesar's turn to be so arrogant!

 Okay, since you don’t want to go with me, then I’ll go by myself. Even without you, there are still men willing to wield the sword for me. "

 “Like the savage just now, right?” James asked.

 “That’s right!”

“So you climbed into his bed voluntarily?”

"Haha, do I have a choice?" Cersei's face twisted for a while, "Don't you know where this **** Mole Village is? If I don't climb into Tormund's bed, there will be more men. Climb into my bed! At least Tormund is strong enough to give me shelter and give me a horn of vengeance!"

James' eyes became colder and colder:

“You are indeed completely different from what I imagined.”

These words stung Cersei again. She raised her voice and said harshly:

“Yes, I am not the innocent young lady you imagined. I once slept with Robert, with Lancel, Osmond, and even the moon boy!

 The gods did not give me a strong body, but at least they gave me a weapon to control men, right between my legs.

If necessary, I will continue to use it to control Roose Bolton, Walder Frey, Harold Hatton... If I have to sleep with all the lords of the Seven Kingdoms before I can ascend the Iron Throne, then I will do it without hesitation! "

 After saying that, Cersei turned around and left.

 After taking a few steps, footsteps sounded behind him.

She thought her brother had finally changed his mind, so she turned around. Just as she was about to speak, she saw a pair of big hands grabbing her neck.

 The force was so great that she could even hear her throat bones cracking.

"James..." She used all her strength to squeeze out a thin call from her throat, but the murderous intent in the man's eyes was colder than the snow in the north.

She kept slapping her brother with her hands, but she couldn't shake the man at all.N0v3lTr0ve served as the original host for this chapter's release on N0v3l--B1n.

James' hands were like steel, hard and cold, tightening tighter and tighter.

 The man lowered his head, as if he did not dare to look into his sister's eyes, but his hands did not relax at all.

 He could clearly feel Cersei's fragile throat deforming in his hands...

The cold wind outside the Great Wall of Despair swept over and slapped his face, cold to the bone, but stinging like a burning flame.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to King's Landing, to the last moments of the Reaver War, to the moment when the mad king clamored to bury the whole city with fire.

 At that moment, he thrust out the long sword in his hand.

 Became a regicide.

 Now, he has broken the neck of another madman.

 Become a parricide.

"No..." Tears flowed from the corners of Cersei's eyes, and before they even hit the ground, they froze on her pale face.

At this moment, she suddenly recalled the prophecy that the toad witch had given her—

“One day, when you are drowned in tears, Valonqar will strangle your pale neck and take your life away.”

 Valonqar means brother in Valyrian.

Cersei originally thought that this brother was Tyrion, so she has been trying to deal with him.

 But it wasn’t until then that she realized that she was wrong.

  She had two brothers, but it was not Tyrion who took her life, but the brother she loved most.

As she lay dying, Cersei seemed to see the ugly face of the witch girl back then, her yellow eyes shining with vicious light, smiling mockingly at her.

 (End of this chapter)