On the sea off Lannisport, a dense mass of warships appeared.
Luke stood in the sky, observing the fleet from high above.
This was the first ti Luke had personally seen a Westerosi naval fleet. Counting carefully, he was shocked to discover that the number of ships exceeded six hundred.
There were fully two hundred and twenty-one trire galleys. These ships were nearly thirty ters long, with the largest reaching thirty-eight ters.
Both the bow and stern flew the uniform banners of House Redwyne… a cluster of deep purple grapes on a blue field.
He identified these as the main warships because they were equipped with advanced armants such as ballistae, catapults, and fla throwers.
Many ships of slightly different designs were likely "supply ships," flying only a single blue grape banner at the bow. These included large rchant sailships, flat-bottod wine transports, trading galleys, and whaling vessels.
These ships varied in size. So were only a dozen ters long, others exceeded thirty ters. Most he had seen in the ports of King's Landing, so combined with intelligence, he could make such judgnts.
"Such a grand display. It seems House Redwyne truly wants to swallow the Westerlands."
The reason the Redwyne fleet was called "the strongest in the Seven Kingdoms" was not only because of its size, but because it was a complete system integrating military, economic, and logistical capabilities.
Overwhelming numbers: Two hundred main warships plus a thousand convertible rchant ships — far surpassing the Iron Fleet and the Royal Fleet.
High quality: The flagship Queen of the Arbor and the main warships were equipped with advanced and excellent gear.
Vast wealth: The enormous riches from the Arbor's wine trade were enough to support the year-round maintenance of this massive fleet.
Strategic value: It could carry out military tasks such as blockades and landings, as well as large-scale mariti transport and supply.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Luke had to admit that he had indeed underestimated the "native fleets" of Westeros before. There were quite a few noteworthy aspects.
He felt a little regret for not directly subduing Stannis and letting the Dragonstone fleet be "written off."
But he only regretted it for a mont.
Because he had already purchased several modern shipyards on Earth and placed orders for over a thousand ships of various types — including inland river vessels, coastal ships, ocean-going vessels, rchant ships, and warships… every type imaginable.
There were both oared ships and sailing ships, as well as steamships and diesel-powered vessels.
If he wanted, he could imdiately assemble a fleet capable of sweeping the world.
The Queen of the Arbor was a large three-masted galley, the biggest and most conspicuous ship in the entire fleet.
The hull was divided into three decks, with tall "castle" structures at the bow and stern for archers to shoot from above.
It served as both Lord Redwyne's flagship and the command center of the entire fleet.
Lord Paxter Redwyne was currently discussing attack plans for Lannisport with his knights.
Ser Casterly Rowan said respectfully, "My lord, the appointed ti has arrived, but there is no movent from Lannisport. The Lannister fleet has not left the harbor. I estimate that Draco's army either does not understand naval warfare or wants to wait and strike when we land."
Lord Redwyne stepped onto the deck and gazed toward Lannisport. Indeed, he saw no fleet coming out to block them.
He said to the knight beside him, "Pass the order. All warships approach the shore gradually. At the sa ti, send the vanguard to land imdiately. Do not worry about Casterly Rock attacking from behind. Marcus only has five thousand n. He will surely be wary of Casterly Rock. No matter what, we have the advantage."
As he spoke, a servant cried out in alarm, "Look! Look at the sky… there's… there's a person!"
Lord Redwyne looked up. With just one glance, his soul nearly left his body. He pointed at Luke, who was slowly descending from the sky, his lips trembling. "Y-y-you… Luke Jaqenion?"
No need to think — the only living person who could fly in the entire continent was Luke.
Luke landed on the deck and looked the orange-haired, freckled middle-aged man up and down. With a faint smile, he said, "It is . You must be Paxter Redwyne?"
Boom!!!
As Luke's voice fell, an invisible pressure descended from the sky onto everyone on the deck.
They were forced to slowly bend their knees and kneel.
So could not hold on and collapsed flat onto the deck.
"Y-you… how are you here?" Lord Redwyne's eyes widened, sweat pouring down his forehead.
"I flew here. My speed is not slower than a dragon's. I can fly from Harrenhal to Casterly Rock in half a day." Luke raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes. "House Redwyne has quite the ambition, daring to covet my territory. Are you not afraid that the wrath of the Seven Gods will burn all the grapevines on the Arbor?"
Whoosh—
Behind him appeared the classic "flaming six wings." The orange-red flas danced in the sunlight, sending waves of heat rolling in all directions.
He snapped his fingers. A red fla imdiately sprang up in his right palm, dancing like a blooming fire rose.
Everyone felt a wave of heat rush toward them.
"Fire, fire! Six-winged angel! It's real! The rumors are true! Luke possesses divine power!" soone cried out.
"He is the Son of God!"
"Son of God! He has truly co! He looks exactly like the portraits in the leaflets and The Seven Gods Bible!"
The nearest several ships had noticed the commotion.
Soldiers, sailors, and knights all looked up with open mouths at the six-winged figure on the flagship's deck.
"Submit or die. I can burn your entire fleet without losing a single soldier. Do not doubt my power."
Luke looked at Lord Redwyne kneeling on the deck. Two beams of electric light shot from his eyes and sank into the man's.
"I… I… I…" Lord Paxter Redwyne's body trembled. His voice was hoarse. "I submit! The Arbor is willing… willing to submit to Draco, to submit to King Luke! We swear eternal loyalty!"
His eyes widened, pupils contracting. He had actually said words that went against his own heart?!
He found it unbelievable. Suddenly he felt warmth in his nose. Two streams of blood were flowing from his nostrils.
Luke frowned slightly.
He hadn't expected this ordinary Lord Redwyne to have such strong willpower.
The reason for the nosebleed was that he was resisting Luke's ntal control, causing intracranial blood pressure to rise!
To be able to resist to this degree under spiritual pressure, this man was not simple.
Luke had once conducted experints on Earth. The test subjects were retired soldiers or assassins from various countries!
People with strong willpower would basically "bleed from the nose" when resisting him. So even suffered "brain death"!
Lord Redwyne began to cry. His voice was hoarse and desperate: "Your Grace, I am willing to submit… but… but my two sons are in King's Landing… they will be killed!"
So that was it.
This lord's sons were hostages in King's Landing. No wonder he could erupt with such willpower to resist.
Luke showed a strange smile and said calmly, "I will do my best to save them."
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