Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos-Chapter 183 - Attack on the Great Sept of Baelor (IV)

"Wild Fire is the most volatile and dangerous substance in the world, nothing can compare to it in terms of power." The Alchemist's Guild's proudest creation, Wild Fire.

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High Sparrow's death didn't make people stop, on the contrary, the man became a martyr in their eyes. Death didn't seem to be a bad fate if they were welcomed into the arms of the god they believed in.

Daenerys finally learned the disadvantages of fighting against a religious organization so old and rooted in Westeros. She even understood why Jaehaerys I had chosen peace over war. This Holy War would not be like other wars that lasted months or even years. She could imagine that the war would last hundreds of years.

A hundred years of war was not something a kingdom could easily endure, so she could imagine why Jaehaerys had chosen peace despite the assassination attempts on his own wife.

However, if it were Aenar in Jaehaerys' place, Daenerys was sure her husband would burn Old Town without any hesitation.

However, Daenerys wasn't discouraged by how long the war would go on, people's faith could last for a long time, but when the God of the Seven Faces stopped responding to believers, she wondered how long the Faith of the Seven would last.

On the one hand she had a God creating miracles and blessing the people, on the other hand there was a God who was indifferent and didn't care about humans. Faced with such a different reality, even a blind man would know which God to pray to.

So, apart from the fanatics, the war of faith had only just begun, but House Targaryen had already started to gain the upper hand. Of course, if the God of the Seven Faces uses divine power to create miracles, the war really will go on for even longer, but was that possible?

Would gods really help humans at the cost of their own existence? How many years had it been since a true miracle appeared in Westeros? In the long religion of the Faith of the Seven, not a single miracle had been recorded.

The proof is that there were no songs or even paintings that presented such miracles to the world. From this, anyone can imagine the indifference of the gods.

Looking at the soldiers of the Militant Faith killing her soldiers, Daenerys showed a cold look and made Balerion turn his gaze to those people.

"Dracarys." The cold words left Daenerys' lips without any hesitation and the dragon accepted the request.

Black and red fire rained down on these people like the punishment of the gods, which it really was in these people's eyes. The square where the battle was taking place became a living hell.

The statue of King Baelor I Targaryen, which showed a peaceful and gentle expression, gradually melted under the dragon's flames. Almost as if to announce the end of the church.

Aurane only felt the gusts of heat hitting his face, but he didn't stop attacking his enemies. The Bastard of Driftmark was an excellent swordsman, superior to the soldiers in front of him, who seemed to have only undergone basic training.

Which was normal, there was no way a thousand people could train without attracting the attention of Robert Baratheon's court. Even if Robert was a mediocre ruler, he knew that the Faith of the Seven having soldiers was a danger that no king wanted to exist.

After taking a step back to catch his breath, Aurane looked at the scene before him. People being burned alive didn't change his expression at all. He just felt sorry for not killing more people.

Looking up, he saw the queen's black dragon still spitting flames for another thirty seconds before stopping after seeing that all the enemies were dead.

Looking towards the city, Aurane could see the widow queen's dragon flying over the city while the dragon spat bronzed flames in certain areas without touching people's homes.

However, it was the green flames rising into the sky that worried him. As far as he knew, Wild Fire could last a long time, weeks without any human intervention. If the fire lasted that long, the risk of fires would increase greatly and many people could die if such a thing happened.

Remembering something, Aurane acted quickly as soon as the enemies were dead, he grabbed a handful of men and ran towards the Alchemists' Guild, which was located at the foot of Visenya Hill, along the Street of Sisters.

Bursting through the door of the Guild, Aurane paid no heed to the acolytes and looked directly at the pale old man, it seemed that the man was already expecting his visit.

"Before you say anything, we're not responsible for making the Wild Fire used in King's Landing." Hallyne spoke with a helpless and slightly sad tone. He hadn't expected the sins of his master to fall on him.

It would be fine if it was Robert controlling King's Landing, he could get away with giving benefits to the king, but unfortunately the Wildfire was used against House Targaryen in the fight against the church.

The Alchemists' Guild definitely didn't want to get involved in that mud pit and stand between two giants while they fought. When gods fight, mortals suffer has never been a more real phrase for Hallyne than at this moment.

"Is there a way to put out the Wild Fire?" Aurane didn't mind answering Hallyne and asked coldly, he was covered in blood, which made him look even more frightening.

"You can question our means, but not our results!!!" Hallyne acted as if Aurane had killed his mother, the man seemed so offended by the Bastard's words that he looked angrily at him.

"The Wild Fire is our masterpiece and the best-kept secret of our order, it has been honed over the centuries to be as powerful as possible. There is nothing that can extinguish the green flames." Without noticing Aurane's increasingly gloomy expression, Hallyne spoke with all the pride that was in him.

"You're coming with me to meet the queen." Aurane spoke with a sarcastic tone as he pulled the old man along like a sack of potatoes, totally ignoring the man's protests.

Aurane brought Hallyne directly to Daenerys, who listened with a calm expression. Looking at the old man before her, her eyes grew brighter. "Can Wildfire be put in trabuckets and thrown into a castle?"

Hallyne certainly knew what the young queen before him wanted to do, but instead of denying it, he spoke in a calm tone. "Aegon IV asked us to build Dragons for him. So the stupid alchemists built huge devices equipped with bombs that launched jets of wildfire. One of the machines caught fire in the Kingswood and soon all seven burned, taking a quarter of the forest with them."

Daenerys extinguished the plan that was building in his mind the moment he heard Hallyne's words.

"My ancestors created wildfire to be as powerful as possible, but they forgot to create something that can control fire itself. Any movement too fast or a mere impact can cause the wildfire to react and cause an explosion." Hallyne spoke with a helpless, bitter tone in his aged voice.

If the wildfire could be controlled, the Alchemists' Guild would be extremely rich, selling the wildfire to the whole of Westeros and Essos. Just imagining such an ideal scenario made his heart beat faster, but unfortunately it was only a distant dream that would never come true.

Daenerys looked at the green smoke rising into the sky with an equally helpless expression, the fire didn't seem to show any signs of stopping any time soon. Which worried her about a possible fire in King's Landing.

Suddenly, Daenerys felt the obsidian dagger at her waist begin to heat up, a small stream of information reaching her.

Daenerys' eyes glazed over as the information entered her mind.

(Note: Similar to the Glass Candles made of obsidian that can transmit images over long distances).

Drawing the dagger, Daenerys closed her eyes and under everyone's shocked eyes, the dagger began to emit a crimson glow. Dark clouds covered the entire city of King's Landing in an instant. In the same second, a drop of water hit the ground, then another and then another. In mere seconds, torrential rain fell on King's Landing.

Under Hallyne's shocked eyes, the smoke that had been billowing from the green flames ceased completely within seconds while the green fire that never seemed to stop burning, was extinguished before his eyes.

"Magic." As a Pyromancer, Hallyne could certainly use magic, but the amount of magic he used felt like no human could have such power.

"Aurane, go and help the Tyrell brothers and kill all the believers and fanatics." Daenerys didn't mind Hallyne's expression and spoke with a regal tone, looking at Aurane.

"Yes, my queen." Seeing that Daenerys had allowed him, rather than his brother, to command the army, Aurane knew that he had entered the center of power at the Court of House Targaryen.

As for helping to kill so many people, Aurane didn't mind, he even wanted there to be more of them to appear more competent in Daenerys' eyes.

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