Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos-Chapter 182 - Attack on the Great Sept of Baelor (III)

"Since you dare to use fire against fire, be prepared to be burned." Daenerys, riding Balerion while looking at the High Sparrow.

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As everyone expected, with the burning of the tower of the Great Sept of Baelor, the people tried to help by bringing buckets of water, but they stopped not long after. Not because they wanted to, but the streets were full of soldiers with shields and spears. All preventing them from continuing to run towards the Septo.

People weren't stupid, especially after what happened to King's Landing a few days ago, the atmosphere had the same smell of war.

After asking the soldiers, some of the calmer people wisely retreated, but the news of what was happening spread so fast that even someone in a normal civilization would have been surprised at how fast news could spread in such a backward society.

The city seemed silent for a long ten minutes.

However, Willas, Garlan and Loras were the most nervous, they knew that the more silence the city showed, the more terrible the turmoil would be. Although they weren't afraid of commoners, the three brothers felt nervous.

Suddenly, Willas noticed the ground shaking, it was small, almost imperceptible, but he still noticed it and shouted loudly. "They're coming!!!"

With Willas' words, the figure of hundreds of people appeared before them. It was only hundreds in the front line, there were at least tens of thousands of people!!!

"Fuck, what did the Church do to these people, revive their relatives?" Loras shouted angrily as the crowd crashed into the shield barrier. The commoners didn't use steel weapons, but rusty knives, which were even more dangerous than swords.

"Kill!!!" Willas shouted again, his order passed on soldier by soldier.

The spears of the House Tyrell soldiers didn't hesitate and began the massacre. Instead of standing in one place, the barrier of shields advanced, leaving bodies and more bodies on the ground. In mere minutes, the blood was covered in corpses and blood was piling up in the streets.

The tens of thousands of people were spread out over several streets, and in each street there were walls of shields to stop the advance of these people. Willas' orders were clear and resolute: kill without any hesitation.

Since the Dance of the Dragons, this was perhaps the bloodiest internal conflict in the city's history. The commoners had no weapons or armor, but history had taught them that a crowd of angry people could be scarier than any army.

That's what happened.

Despite their quality in numbers, the soldiers of House Tyrell began to tire. They killed one and two more appeared to take the place of the dead, it seemed that the people had no fear of death, or rather, they seemed eager to die and find their god.

Many House Tyrell soldiers died because of these people and the casualties continued to mount as time went by.

When Willas stabbed a commoner in the eye with his sword, the whole city seemed to tremble for a moment.

The Heir of the High Garden looked up at the sky in shock and saw green flames rising into the sky. Even though he was at a distance from the flames, the intense heat of the green flames still reached him and frightened him.

"Wild Fire!!!" Willas exclaimed, his expression full of horror, remembering the description of the living green fire made by the King's Landing Alchemist Guild.

"Damned fanatics, damned stupid alchemists, you dare betray House Targaryen." Willas showed a cold expression of anger.

In the place where the Wildfire exploded, the burning bodies of House Tyrell and the Plebs mingled without any discrimination. How could commoners manipulate something as volatile as Wild Fire, which even the Pyromancers of the Alchemists' Guild dared not handle without extreme care?

What happened was the result of these men using Wild Fire inappropriately, killing people on both sides.

Suddenly, two more explosions rose into the sky, green flames that seemed alive burned intensely and seemingly without end. The screams of people burning alive resounded throughout the city, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who listened.

"Hold your positions!!!" Willas shouted as he felt the army's morale dropping with the consecutive explosions.

However, before he could say anything else, bronze-colored flames filled his vision. Even though he wasn't the target of the attacks, Willas could still feel the extreme heat.

Looking up, the Heir of the High Garden saw a bronze-colored dragon spitting fire at the commoners.

Knowing it was a good time to boost his morale, Willas shouted loudly. "For House Targaryen!!!"

Willas' words seemed to be amplified in the eyes of the soldiers, the dragon was the best proof they were going to win.

"For House Targaryen!!!"

"For House Targaryen!!!"

"For House Targaryen!!!"

Rhaella looked at the city burning in green flames with a cold, penetrating gaze. The Wildfire was still burning the ground, the houses and everything it touched. The intensity of the flames was as powerful as dragon flames. Although nowhere near as strong or intense as the flames of an adult dragon.

"Dracarys." Rhaella didn't hesitate, she ordered Vermithor to burn the subjects of House Targaryen without any hesitation.

These people were believers and fanatics of the Faith of the Seven, it was better to kill them all right now to save a lot of trouble in the future. But she wouldn't stop at just killing these people, their families would also be arrested and killed.

She could imagine that these people's families were also deeply connected to the religion, how could she let these people continue to exist?

The image of her injured daughter reappeared in her mind once again, making Rhaella order the death of these people with even more cruelty.

Vermithor seemed more eager than Rhaella to burn people alive, the bronze dragon roared mightily.

Bronze-colored flames rained down on the helpless commoners, cries of pain and agony spreading throughout the place. Rhaella showed no mercy and continued to burn her subjects with a coldness that would surprise even Aenar.

However, when she burned a certain person, green flames exploded fiercely, rising into the sky with a green cloud. By the time Rhaella had noticed, the green flames had almost reached her and Vermithor.

Vermithor emitted a furious roar and backed away from the green flames.

However, being so close to the flames Rhaella felt the air thin and her lips went dry, green sparks floated around her while the screams below only intensified. The smell of burning human flesh seemed to cover the whole city.

The green and bronze flames intertwined, leaving the situation below a veritable hell on earth. Even the houses and floors began to melt in the extreme heat.

From afar, King's Landing seemed to be spewing out a huge amount of smoke and flames, leaving everyone horrified.

Daenerys, flying above the Great Sept of Baelor, showed nothing particularly serious in her expression. She wasn't a naïve girl who thought no one would die because of her orders, Aenar had taught her that many would die for their ambition.

What proved to be true was that the number of people who had died at the beginning of the reconquest was already over thirty thousand and the number was rising rapidly with Rhaella burning tens of thousands of people alive at the moment.

Daenerys' lilac eyes fell on the old man wearing a gray tunic, he was kneeling and praying, as if he didn't care what was happening to his surroundings.

Showing a cold smile, Daenerys made Balerion stand still in the air while she flapped his wings powerfully.

High Sparrow opened his eyes and looked at the black dragon with reddish scales standing in the air flapping his wings, making the dust around him fly and his hair flutter. There was no fear in his gaze as he faced the beast and its rider.

"In the name of King Aenar of House Targaryen, First of his Name, King of the Andals, the Roiners and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm." Daenerys spoke, looking coldly at the man kneeling before the Great Sept of Baelor.

"I declare you a traitor to the crown!!!"

"The sentence for a traitor is death!!!"

"Go to hell burning with the flames of the dragon."

"Dracarys!!!"

Balerion opened his mouth and spat black and red flames at any hesitation in the shape of a funnel towards High Sparrow.

The man continued to pray quietly as the flames swept through him like a wave of fire.

As it burned, High Sparrow looked at the girl riding the dragon in silence while flashing a smile. His lips moved as if he were speaking, but because of his lack of vocal cords, his voice didn't come out.

But Daenerys could read lips and understood what he wanted to say.

"I will not die until my god wills it, you can burn my fleshly body, but my soul is eternal." She murmured the High Sparrow's last words.

Daenerys showed an expression of extreme contempt at the cultist's words; a loser still wanted to look dignified even in death, which was laughable in her eyes.

"If you think your soul is immortal, I'll burn your God before your eyes." Daenerys whispered as she looked at the charred corpse still kneeling with its hands clasped together, praying.

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