Thunder rumbled across the sky.
"Boom… boom… boom…"
The sound was deafening, shaking the soul. Even the most drunken and rowdy n fell silent.
So looked up at the sky, so covered their ears, so instinctively shrank their necks.
People raised their heads, but saw no lightning — only rolling thunder rolling across the horizon, as if so colossal being was slowly moving above the clouds.
Then, a voice that shook heaven and earth exploded forth.
"Everyone, stop what you are doing!"
The voice carried unquestionable authority, like a god looking down upon ants.
The crowd stirred. People looked up in all directions, trying to find who was speaking.
How could a voice be so loud?
"Swish~~"
A dozen white beams of light suddenly appeared in the sky, shining straight down into the crowd.
The beams of light swept back and forth. Those illuminated were either frozen in shock or let out startled screams. So instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes, while others panicked and tried to dodge.
People looked up and saw more than a dozen "orbs of light" in the sky, like stars about to fall to the earth.
"Run!"
"The stars are falling!"
"Seven Gods protect us!"
The crowd panicked and frantically tried to avoid the "lights," terrified of being crushed by falling stars. People knocked into each other, tripped and fell. Cries and screams filled the air.
Suddenly, all the beams of light vanished.
To everyone's astonishnt, a golden figure appeared in the sky.
"Look! What is that!"
"A person! It's a person!"
"There's a person in the sky!"
"Flas! Wings of fla! Six wings…"
"He has wings! Is this a god descending to the mortal world?"
The golden figure slowly descended until he hovered steadily about fifteen ters above the square.
He stood in mid-air with nothing beneath his feet.
Those "beams of light" were actually spotlights Luke had taken out from his personal space.
At this mont, all the lights focused on him. The titanium alloy armor on his body was dazzling, reflecting a silver-white light too bright to look at directly. Dragon patterns were carved into the armor, seeming to co alive under the illumination.
To enhance the dramatic effect, Luke used "fla magic" to condense three pairs of huge flaming wings behind him.
Three pairs of wings. Six wings.
Six wings ford of fla.
He hovered there like a six-winged angel descending to the mortal realm.
He looked down at the sea of people below and felt a little regretful. He hadn't prepared a large projection screen in advance; otherwise, he could have done a live big-screen broadcast so everyone could clearly see his face.
He simply recorded the scene with a drone, planning to play it for everyone when he returned to Draco.
But this was already shocking enough.
For the Westerosi natives who had not yet personally witnessed Luke's grand displays, this scene was a divine miracle!
His voice, amplified through speakers, echoed across all of Harrenhal:
"Displaced and starving people of Harrenhal, believers of the Seven Gods.
"I am Luke Jaqenion. The noblest Celestial Dragon in the world, bearer of the most sacred magical bloodline. King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First n, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm!"
His voice suddenly rose, carrying an irresistible power.
"Upon seeing , all of you should kneel in reverence!"
The "charm" skill was released at full power.
People in the square began kneeling one after another.
Once the first person knelt, the second and third followed.
Then everyone.
Even the Lannister soldiers outside maintaining order dropped to their knees with a thud. So tried to stay standing, but their knees bent uncontrollably.
"I am not the apostle of any evil god!" Luke's voice echoed through the night sky. "I am the Son of the Seven Gods, the incarnation of the Seven walking among n! The gods have granted divine power to dispel the darkness of the world and bring light to mankind!"
His flaming six wings suddenly spread wide behind him.
"Whoosh—"
A wave of heat swept over the crowd. So were forced back by the heat, so instinctively raised their hands to shield their faces, but no one dared stand up. The flas were real. The heat was real. The man hovering in the air was real.
"However, there are evil scoundrels with sinister intentions spreading rumors to slander ! This is an insult to my person and a blasphemy against the gods!"
He pointed downward.
"This man is Adam Marbrand of House Lannister! He has abandoned the faith of the Seven Gods, deceived the world, stirred up trouble, and tried to make innocent people sacrifice their lives for the wicked sches of House Lannister! He wanted you to resist the holy army from Draco outside the city!"
A suppressed commotion erupted in the crowd.
Whispers spread like a tide.
"Tywin Lannister only left him a re five thousand ragtag soldiers! He knew he couldn't hold Harrenhal, so he wanted you to use your lives to stall the holy army's advance to retake Harrenhal!"
"Boom—"
The crowd exploded.
Anger, fear, and disbelief spread through the people. So clenched their fists, so gnashed their teeth, so cursed the na of the Lannisters under their breath.
"People!" Luke imdiately spoke, his voice steady and powerful. "I have already captured the mastermind behind the rumors! He will kneel in the center of Harrenhal and repent for all his sins until he dies of exhaustion!"
The lights focused on a spot not far to his right.
There floated a man in a miserable state. His armor was broken, his face covered in blood and filth. He was suspended in mid-air by an invisible force. Under Luke's spiritual control, he slowly descended with Ser Adam.
As he approached, the people on the ground felt waves of heat rolling toward them.
People truly felt it — those six flaming wings were not illusions. They were real!
Thud.
Ser Adam was lowered to about a ter above the ground, then Luke released the spiritual power, letting him crash straight down.
He struggled to get up and knelt on the ground, crying bitterly before the crowd.
"I am Adam Marbrand!" His voice was hoarse and desperate, forced out from his throat. "The evil god rumors… were all my slander against Lord Luke! They were all fabrications! This was a conspiracy I designed to defend the city! I deserve to die! I deserve to die!"
The entire square erupted.
"What?"
"It was him?"
"That liar!"
Adam raised his hands and slapped himself hard, left and right, each blow heavier than the last. Blood and foam flew. Teeth fell out. Yet he could not stop.
"I deserve to die! I deserve to die! I blasphed the gods…"
The crowd's anger was ignited. So threw stones at him, so rushed forward to beat him.
Luke raised his hand.
"Enough."
His voice was calm and majestic, yet it made everyone stop.
"His cris will receive their due judgnt. He will repent until death to atone."
He swept his gaze across the square. His flaming six wings gently flapped, sending waves of heat toward the crowd.
"I need you all to do one thing."
The entire square fell silent. More than ten thousand pairs of eyes looked up at the man hovering in the air.
Luke pointed to the refugees still holding wooden sticks and farming tools on the walls.
"Go tell them the truth. Tell those deceived people on the walls, tell everyone, that the evil god rumors were lies. Luke Jaqenion is not your enemy."
He looked around, his voice gradually rising.
"I am Luke Jaqenion. Let say it again: Son of the Seven Gods, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First n, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm."
"I did not co to kill you. I ca to save you."
"This castle will change hands tonight. You do not need to take up arms. You do not need to die for anyone. You only need to…"
He smiled.
"Live well."
Silence.
Then soone began to clap.
One person, two people, ten people, a hundred people.
Applause thundered.
So cried. So knelt. So raised copies of The Seven Gods Bible and shouted hoarsely:
"Son of the Seven Gods!"
"King Luke!"
"Long live Jaqenion!"
The atmosphere in the square instantly reversed.
He flapped his wings and flew a small circle above the square, signaling the crowd to make way. He summoned the Lannister soldiers maintaining order nearby and asked them loudly:
"Submit, or die."
Without exception, they all knelt and swore fealty.
Luke imdiately declared that all who surrendered and submitted were innocent and ordered them to maintain order.
Then, before everyone's eyes, he waved his hand.
A dozen tables descended from the sky.
"The Seven Gods love the world!"
Then, piles of "cakes" emitting a sweet fragrance suddenly appeared on the tables, their aroma drifting in the night wind.
If anyone from Earth had been present, they would have cried out:
These are mooncakes!
So many mooncakes!
Luke took out one hundred thousand mooncakes and distributed them to all the refugees in Harrenhal.
He flew high into the air and announced loudly: "This is the blessing the Seven Gods have given to all the suffering believers in Harrenhal! It can temporarily fill your stomachs! Those in need, please line up in an orderly manner to receive them! One per person! Taking more or impersonating others is a blasphemy against the gods and will bring eternal curses and calamity upon you forever!"
Boom! A divine blessing?
Everyone had seen it — those sweet-slling "cakes" had been conjured out of thin air by King Luke.
If not a divine blessing, then what was it?
People rushed forward eagerly, reaching out to take a share of the "divine blessing," but were imdiately stopped by the guards.
"Line up! Line up!" the guards shouted. "There is enough for everyone! Don't rush!"
Luke flew up onto the walls.
He circled the walls three tis, informing those who had been deceived of the truth and telling them to go receive the "divine blessing."
To improve efficiency, Luke set up multiple "Blessing Stations" throughout Harrenhal and ordered the bald Vargo Hoat to maintain order and distribute the mooncakes.
This night was a sleepless one for Harrenhal.
Everyone was singing the praises of King Luke and glorifying King Luke.
Luke brought out several large speakers and played music throughout Harrenhal, holding a "grand concert" there.
Music is universal. People were intoxicated by the sweetness of the mooncakes and the gentle or stirring lodies.
He ordered Bronn and the others to lead small groups of n into the city to take control of all the Lannister soldiers.
A true god had descended.
Without losing a single soldier, he had taken the strategic stronghold of Harrenhal.
Deep into the night.
Luke stood at the highest point of the Tower of the Burning King, looking down at the castle that had now changed hands.
Lights blazed. Music echoed. People were still singing and dancing in the square. The sweet fragrance of mooncakes drifted in the night wind, mingling with the music and floating into the distance.
The three baby dragons perched on his shoulders, burping contentedly.
Little Black nuzzled his neck with its head. Little Cyan had already fallen asleep. Little White curiously watched the dancing people below.
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