You are... King Jacaerys?"
Lanino looked at King Jacaerys, who vaguely resembled his childhood self, and asked with uncertainty at first,
But before King Jacaerys could answer, he immediately shook his head and denied it,
"No, you are not him.
You are a minion of an evil god from another world, merely occupying his body.
My lord Lord of Light will completely purify you and let the real King Jacaerys regain control of his body!"
"Oh? Is that how R'hllor brainwashed you?
Hehe, I won't argue with you about being a minion of an evil god or occupying a body for now.
But with just you, how will you purify me?
Because if you don't stop the bleeding quickly, you might die!"
This world was different from the TV series in his previous life, and King Jacaerys was still very interested in the power of Lanino's divine grace.
So he chuckled and directly provoked him.
Lanino's mouth twitched slightly upon hearing this, and he immediately charged towards King Jacaerys with his sword.
And Edmund behind him wisely withdrew from the battle and turned to organize the remaining cavalry to pursue the enemies who had started to flee because of Womax's arrival.
Clang!
Puff!!!
A loud metal collision sound rang out, and Lanino was sent flying back even faster than he had charged just now, falling to the ground.
This was just a casual slash from King Jacaerys, and it was even with vigilance, which was still in its scabbard.
If it had been blackfyre, this single slash might have broken the longsword in Lanino's hand and also cut him in half.
Lanino already had an injury on his lower back and took this blow squarely.
Now he was lying on the ground, spitting up large mouthfuls of blood, completely unable to get up.
However, even members of the Hand of Holy Fire had concentrated courage wine, so how could their leader, who could be resurrected continuously, lack it?
He struggled to pull out a vial containing concentrated courage wine from his lower back, then slowly bit off the wooden stopper with his teeth, and shakily poured it into his mouth.
While he was drinking the concentrated courage wine, King Jacaerys nearby was kicking stones on the ground with a bored expression.
With his current explosive power, if he were serious, he could have rushed over long ago and beheaded Lanino with his Valyrian steel longsword, or cut off the hand he was holding the vial with.
But he was just playing; he now had enough confidence to wait for Lanino to take the medicine and enter his strongest state.
After a few breaths, the concentrated courage wine began to take effect.
Lanino's eyes turned blood red, just like those Hand of Holy Fire members, and his heavy breathing was like that of a wild beast.
At the same time, his body also swelled up by a circle like an inflated balloon.
Thick blood vessels, like small red snakes, were constantly wriggling, gradually covering Lanino's exposed skin.
Seeing Lanino in a berserk state push off the ground with his hand, his nearly two-meter-tall body suddenly stood up.
In fact, this concentrated courage wine did not have the effect of healing injuries, and Lanino's wounds on his body had not healed either.
It was just that he was numb all over and couldn't feel any pain now.
Bang bang bang!
His body, like a small giant, heavily stomped on the ground, charging towards King Jacaerys, who had a smile on his face, like an out-of-control tank.
"Is this a power burst? Hey, interesting!"
Upon seeing this, King Jacaerys immediately twirled blackfyre in a sword flourish with his hand, then inserted it back into the scabbard at his waist.
Then he slightly bent his legs, assuming a wrestling stance, spreading his hands and staring at Lanino.
Bang!
Hiss hiss hiss!
As soon as Lanino, who was like a small giant, collided with King Jacaerys, his hands were precisely grabbed by him.
The huge impact caused King Jacaerys's feet to plow two ditches six or seven meters long in the ground.
Once Lanino's momentum was exhausted, King Jacaerys suddenly turned and exerted force, directly giving this small giant an over-the-shoulder throw.
Clang!
Lanino's body heavily hit the ground, and the huge impact made him spit out a large mouthful of blood.
But Lanino, feeling no pain, struggled to get up again as if nothing had happened.
And King Jacaerys, who had almost seen through his strength, simply didn't give him a chance.
Crack, crack!
King Jacaerys's hands suddenly exerted force, and Lanino's hands were immediately twisted into a pretzel shape.
He lightning-fast continuously raised his feet and stomped on Lanino's ankles, who was still lying on the ground.
The immense force instantly crushed Lanino's ankles and bent them at a strange ninety-degree angle.
Even so, Lanino still felt no pain.
When both his hands and feet lost control, the only thing he could use to attack was his teeth.
Seeing that Lanino had no ability to resist, King Jacaerys waved his hand, signaling Edmund nearby to come over.
He planned to have a few cavalrymen take Lanino back to Nadoran Town for treatment.
Afterwards, he would let Ela study him thoroughly to see if she could decipher how Lanino was resurrected through divine grace.
But things did not go as planned!
Puff puff puff!
A series of muffled sounds suddenly came from Lanino's body on the ground, and then dozens of fine streams of blood spurted out from him.
It looked just like the scene in 'A Chinese Odyssey' where Uncle Da's body spurted blood.
After these blood streams were ejected from his body, they immediately began to evaporate.
So at this moment, Lanino's entire body was like a pressure cooker spraying blood-colored steam in all directions.
Bang!
As the blood continued to spray, Lanino's body, which was like a small giant, rapidly withered at a visible speed.
In the end, he actually turned into a dried corpse, just like a mummy from his previous life.
"No!!!"
With a loud shout, a red figure was exceptionally conspicuous among the fleeing Hand of Holy Fire auxiliary members around.
Edmund had intended to call his cavalry to intercept the red figure.
But King Jacaerys seemed to have thought of something and reached out to stop him.
This red figure was naturally cole querry, and he rushed to the side of King Jacaerys and the others at the fastest speed.
He threw himself onto Lanino's dried corpse, stroking his heart with one hand while praying loudly: "My lord 'Lord of Light', please let your light shine upon this person,
Save him from terrifying death and endless darkness.
The flame in his heart has been extinguished, may it burn again under your light!"
After the prayer, R'hllor's divine grace descended upon the world again.
Lanino, who had turned into a dried corpse, was directly propped up by some mysterious force, just like in a funny anime from his previous life, and restored to his original state.
Not only that, but the sword wound on his lower back and the injuries to his hands and feet were all healed.
Whoosh!
When Lanino sat up again, King Jacaerys had already ordered Edmund to take a few cavalrymen and tie them up with ropes.
Having witnessed this miraculous resurrection scene with his own eyes, he was now very envious of this resurrection ability.
After instructing Edmund to handle the guard duties, he grabbed Lanino and the two of them mounted Womax and flew towards Myr.
The Hand of Holy Fire organization was almost completely wiped out in this ambush, and the King Jacaerys army could now easily occupy the Disputed Lands.
...
Westeros, north.
Dreadfort is located upstream of the Weeping River, with its back against the entire Lonely Mountain, thus allowing the Bolton family to possess the rare mineral resources in this harsh north.
And the Bolton family, who have traditionally practiced flaying since ancient times, have also benefited from this, remaining strong in arms and having an army with extraordinary combat power throughout these years.
Moreover, Dreadfort's reputation for being easy to defend and difficult to attack is very well known in the north.
This is a very sturdy war fortress, with the entire Dreadfort structured in a stepped, progressive manner.
On each towering stone wall, there are at least three troop-stationing bunkers.
The tops of these bunkers are covered with sharp, jagged battlements.
Just looking at the exterior gives one a somewhat chilling and ominous feeling.
Perhaps it was because of this sturdy castle, which has only fallen once in history, that the Bolton family could ignore the extremely unreasonable call to arms from Winterfell.
Oh, that single time it fell was not because Dreadfort was taken by direct assault.
Instead, the Bolton family was besieged in Dreadfort by the Stark Family for two full years, surrendering only when their food supplies were exhausted and they were starving.
At this time, a gray cloud layer, from which snowflakes were falling, appeared in the sky outside Dreadfort.
After successively acquiring the corpses buried for thousands of years in Last Hearth and Caho Town, this White Walkers had at least doubled in number compared to when it attacked Last Hearth before.
Now, from the perspective of ordinary people, it was basically impossible to see where the end of the White Walkers was.
It was still the old siege routine as before; when they approached Dreadfort at a certain distance, the White Walkers, like an ocean, began to run wildly.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The well-armed and strong Dreadfort had already prepared in advance, and earl Bolton directly conscripted all the men and women in the city who could shoot arrows onto the city walls.
So when these thousands of flaming arrows, which were ignited on the bowstrings beforehand, were shot out, they truly embodied what a rain of meteors was.
The effect of this attack was quite obvious; a large number of ghouls in the forefront of the ghoul group, which was like an ocean of the dead, immediately fell down.
Except for the ghouls with only bones, any ghoul with even a little rotten flesh was ignited by these enhanced flaming arrows, directly turning into burning corpses that fell to the ground.
The ghouls that followed were either tripped by these burning corpses or ignited by the flames on them.
A burning area of flames immediately appeared in the ocean of the dead.
This wave of flaming arrows turned at least seven to eight thousand ghouls into charred corpses, but it was nothing compared to the ghoul army that was like an ocean.
The ocean of the dead quickly surged to the foot of Dreadfort's city walls, and then began to pile up staircases of corpses according to the most familiar siege method of the ghouls.
Splash splash splash!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
From the walls of Dreadfort, burning oil and flaming arrows were continuously shot at the ghoul group piling up the staircases of corpses below.
Soon, the staircase of corpses below was ignited.
But this time, perhaps there was a time interval, the Children of the Forest did not use the Water Hammer spell to extinguish the fire and destroy the city.
Drip, drip!
The gray cloud in the sky was seen surging rapidly and turning into a dark cloud, and then it no longer snowed, but instead began to drop raindrops from it.
At first it was a drizzle, then it slowly turned into moderate rain, and finally it became a torrential downpour.
Needless to say, the flames below Dreadfort's city walls were immediately extinguished by this torrential rain.
And the Dreadfort defenders on the city walls were also affected by the heavy rain, experiencing various problems such as limited visibility and being prone to slipping.
But ghouls are different from humans; they don't care how heavy the rain is, they only care about building the staircase of corpses and entering the city to kill the living.
earl Bolton, who had been observing the situation on the city wall, seemed to sense that something was wrong, but in such heavy rain, he was indeed unable to judge the current battle situation.
No choice, for safety's sake.
When earl Bolton saw the first ghoul rush onto Dreadfort's battlements, he immediately issued an order to activate the Bolton family's city defense killer move ahead of time.
Click click click!
The walls in the middle of Dreadfort's city walls were seen opening up gaps four to five meters long and thirty to forty centimeters wide.
Then strange defensive machines, assembled from four sharp sickle blades, extended out.
"Push quickly!"
As the Dreadfort defenders inside the city walls exerted force, these sharp sickle blades began to rotate from slow to fast.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
These sickle blade defensive machines, which were being forcefully pushed by the Dreadfort defenders inside the city walls, began to rotate like the blades of an electric fan from his previous life.
Crack, crack!
Accompanied by the sound of bones shattering, large amounts of incomplete corpse pieces and bone fragments flew everywhere.
These ghouls, which were part of the staircase of corpses, were directly cut into crushed stones and broken bones by these giant rotating sickle blade defensive machines that rotated three hundred and sixty degrees non-stop.
The staircase of corpses, which was originally about to reach the top of Dreadfort's city walls, was seen breaking in the middle!
Many ghouls above the staircase of corpses immediately fell to the ground like dumplings, smashing into unrecognizable forms.
When Dreadfort's giant sickle blade defensive machines started rotating, the Dreadfort defenders above the city walls immediately felt the pressure greatly reduced, and some even started to have nothing to do.
But these methods could only work for a while; the ocean of the dead was like a wave, hitting Dreadfort, which was like a reef, wave after wave.
This battle lasted for a day and a night, and it was unknown how many ghouls were annihilated.
Anyway, below Dreadfort's city walls, ghouls no longer needed to pile up ghoul staircases; the remains of the annihilated ghouls were already enough.
And the Dreadfort defenders were already too tired to lift their hands, and the giant sickle blade defensive machines on the city walls were already broken and tattered, and most of their blades were broken.
Now they basically had no killing power.
After about half a day, the ocean of the dead reached the top of Dreadfort's city walls directly through the countless ghoul remains.
Without the advantage of terrain, how could these exhausted humans be a match for the tireless ghouls?
earl Bolton looked at the completely lost defense line and immediately wanted to commit suicide with a dagger.
He didn't want to experience the taste of being hacked to death by those ghouls.
Suddenly, the ghouls who were frantically slaughtering the Dreadfort soldiers stopped moving.
They used themselves as fences to imprison the surviving Dreadfort soldiers on the city walls.
Seeing that there was still hope of survival, earl Bolton immediately put the dagger into his Pregnant and raised his hands to surrender.
Outside Dreadfort, Mint looked at the humans being driven forward by countless ghouls behind her.
She immediately frowned and asked, "Great Black Crow Green Seer, why are we taking so many human captives?
Wouldn't it be more convenient to turn them into ghouls?"
The Black Crow Green Seer, who had completely turned into the Night King, already knew that Dreadfort had been captured, and he smiled slightly and replied, "This is for becoming a god; they are the way for me to become a god and ascend the divine throne!"