Chapter 489 Son of the Seven Gods

Thousands of believers gathered outside the Baylor Cathedral.

There are also members of the newly formed religious order - the Knights of the Holy Sword and the Knights of the Stars.

They crowded the entire Visenya hills, eagerly looking forward to the appearance of the archbishop, looking forward to the guidance of the seven gods brought by him.

Outside the hills, Caesar's army has gathered.

The elite army from the Seven Kingdoms has completely blocked the Visenya hills.

This action caused a commotion among the believers, and they were all surprised by the king's ruthlessness and determination.

Maybe they didn't expect that Caesar actually dared to send troops to surround the Baelor Cathedral.

The tense atmosphere in King's Landing was extremely intense, and it was only a little bit short of a spark, and a raging sea of flames could be ignited.

In the Baylor Cathedral, the current archbishop is still kneeling in front of the statue of the Seven Gods, praying silently.

He has knelt here all night.

If possible, the archbishop would like to kneel for seven days and seven nights.

Three hundred years ago, when "The Conqueror" Aegon Targaryen came to Old Town with his dragon, the archbishop at that time fasted and prayed for seven days and seven nights in the Starry Temple, and then claimed to have received the oracle , bowed his noble head to Aegon.

The archbishop really wanted to know whether the seniors three hundred years ago had really received the oracle, or had to succumb due to the might of the dragon.

This is destined to be a mystery buried in the sea of history, no one can know.

But the archbishop knew that he prayed all night, but he didn't get any oracle.

He thinks he has used the most devout attitude, but he still hasn't received a response from the gods

As usual for countless days and nights.

If it is said that he was able to deceive himself by using his low status and not being worthy of the oracle before, but what about now?

He has already become the Archbishop, the spokesperson of the Seven Gods in the world.

Isn't it worthy of the guidance of the Seven Gods?

Still, the so-called Seven Gods are just a beautiful lie from beginning to end.

The scene of the Great Sparrow being turned into ashes in the prayer hall resurfaced again yesterday. The archbishop had to admit painfully that maybe the Seven Gods would not shelter their spokesperson at all.

So, if Caesar wanted to kill him, it would be equally easy.

Of course, he may also rely on outside believers.

But once he really chooses to fight this way, then he can't turn back.

Perhaps an angry Caesar will let his dragons burn the Great Sept of Baelor to the ground.

He has no doubt that the other party dares to do such a thing.

Perhaps, compromise is the only correct choice.

The archbishop thought of the conditions raised by the other party when he secretly met with Caesar last night.

He understood that once he agreed to do what Caesar asked, then from then on, the Church of the Seven Gods would become a vassal of the kingship.

He is no longer the only spokesperson of the Seven Gods in the world.

Caesar is.

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded in the hall, interrupting the archbishop's thoughts.

"Your Majesty," the monk couldn't hide the panic in his tone, "people from the city's garrison came outside the temple, and they said they wanted to arrest the blasphemer."

The Archbishop forced himself to be calm and asked:

"Who is the blasphemer?"

The monk hesitated for a moment, and said:

"They said it was Archbishop Patrick, Archbishop Stephen, Archbishop Bryan, and Archbishop Peek."

The archbishop understands that these are the group of archbishops who demanded to be tough on Caesar in the meeting.

This is Caesar forcing him to express his position.

While meditating, another series of dense footsteps sounded.

The archbishop raised his head, and saw several archbishops walking into the hall accompanied by them.

"Your Majesty! The believers have been waiting outside for a long time! Shouldn't you announce the oracle of the Seven Gods?"

The archbishop understood that he could no longer delay.

He took one last look at the statue of the Seven Gods, and his eyes stayed on it for a while, as if expecting the final miracle.

But unfortunately, the miracle did not happen.

The seven statues of gods worshiped by countless people in the past are no different from ordinary wood carvings, lifeless and devoid of magic.

"Your Majesty!" Seeing the archbishop hesitate, Archbishop Patrick couldn't help being anxious, and advised, "You don't have to worry. The light of the Seven Gods is always shining on this city. Go outside and see how many people are willing Shed blood for us! Caesar is not terrible, there are countless disciples of the Seven Gods in his army! As long as you are willing to stand up and raise your arms and shout, the glory of the Seven Gods will surely spread throughout King's Landing!"

The seven gods have no brilliance at all. the Archbishop thought sadly.

Otherwise, how could the previous Archbishop die?

And why his prayers never got any answers?

"Okay, it's time." The Archbishop calmed down and finally made a decision, "Let's go."

The archbishops all showed excited expressions, and hurriedly surrounded the archbishop and walked out.

A group of people walked through the hall of lights and came to the gate of the sanctuary.

Today, the sky is cloudless and the sun is shining brightly. The dazzling brilliance casts a layer of divine brilliance on the buildings of the church.

The appearance of the archbishop aroused warm cheers from countless believers gathered outside the church.

Countless waving arms are like a forest swaying in the wind, and the huge statue of Baelor I stands quietly in this forest, with a compassionate expression on his face.

Sir Todd Flowers came to the archbishop with a team of capital guards, bowed slightly to salute, and then said:

"Your Majesty, I brought greetings from His Majesty. He asked me to tell you that everything that is sacred will be returned to the ordinary."

The archbishop was thinking about the deep meaning of Caesar's words, when he heard the other party say again:

"Also, there are many blasphemers standing beside you, remember not to be influenced by them."

"Who do you call a blasphemer?" The archbishops glared at Sir Todd.

Todd didn't care about these gazes, smiled slightly, and stepped back a few steps.

The archbishop gathered himself together, and came to the stone steps under a series of fiery eyes.

The cheers suddenly became enthusiastic, rushing towards his face like a raging tide, almost suffocating him.

"Followers of the Seven Gods," he said loudly.

The surrounding voices gradually faded away. Everyone held their breath and listened to the archbishop's speech.

"I brought you the oracle of the Seven Gods!"

The archbishop suddenly felt that his throat was extremely dry, and the direct sunlight was extremely dazzling, shining on him like a raging fire.

"The cold wind of winter has blown! The footsteps of the long night are approaching! The ancient evil forces are recovering, and they will bring endless fear and disaster to this world!"

The archbishop saw a shadow rising in the direction of the Red Castle, and was rapidly approaching the Baelor Cathedral against the sun.

is Caesar and his white dragon.

"But don't worry, don't need to be afraid!" He said loudly, "The Seven Gods have paved the way for us to be saved!"

The white dragon has come to the sky above the sanctuary, and its wings covering the sky cast a boundless shadow, covering the entire Visenya hills.

"Samwell Caesar!" the archbishop shouted loudly.

The white dragon landed slowly, and the hot wind it set off drove back the crowd gathered outside the church.

"He is the son of the Seven Gods!" The archbishop pointed to the man who jumped off the dragon's back, and shouted, "He will lead us on the road of salvation!"

The faces of the archbishops changed drastically. They never thought that the so-called oracle of the archbishop turned out to be this.

The believers were also shocked by this oracle.

The entire square was silent.

Only Samwell walked forward slowly, with blond hair and golden eyes, exuding a terrifying coercion that made one dare not look directly at him.

"Meet the Son of the Seven Gods!" The archbishop knelt down to the king with a plop.

"Meet the Sons of the Seven Gods!" Sir Todd also knelt down with all the defenders of the capital city.

Afterwards, no matter what they felt in their hearts, the archbishops, monks, believers, and countless nobles, soldiers, and civilians in King's Landing City all knelt down on the ground, and the shouts in their mouths spread like a tide:

"Son of the Seven Gods!"

(end of this chapter)