Quanyou: I loaded the Demon Hunter system

Chapter 308 Mirror image in a pool of blood, echoes of the past
It's a pity that this is not the real world, otherwise, Aegon V Targaryen would probably remember this scream for the rest of his life.

The flaming flow caused by the Sign of Igni completed the heating of Sir Duncan's visor in just a few seconds.

The scorching heat roasted Sir Duncan's facial skin to pieces.

The eyes were instantly destroyed, the heart was piercing, and the pain was unforgettable, which made the captain of the Kingsguard struggle and wriggle on the ground like a poor maggot.

This kind of enjoyment of the same style as Illeris is not acceptable to normal people at all.

The pain caused by severe burns makes those who hear it sad, and those who watch it cry.

Aegon V gritted his teeth tightly, and he didn't know that he was bleeding out of the bite.

Although he is a king, he still has no power to stop this divine trial.

Duncan didn't say he surrendered, and the Blood Raven hadn't killed him yet, so the trial wasn't over yet.

The will of the gods will have to wait a while before it can be displayed in front of the world.

As for why such cruel methods are used, it is naturally related to the increasingly strong emotions.

Clay has been carefully feeling the changes in Brynden River's mood in the dark.

When I calmly listened to the king's sentence, my emotional reaction was not intense, but more of a helplessness after anger.

It almost means that the king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die.

However, when I raised the corner of my mouth and said that I would set off a "trial of seven sons" against the king, my emotions suddenly became turbulent.

And after Clay was alone, wielding the "Dark Sister" and overturning all the Kingsguard, this emotion almost reached its peak.

However, the transformation Clay hoped to see did not happen.

He was still trapped in Brynden Rivers' first and most solid dream.

As he chopped off Sir Duncan's head with a sword, the flying head rolled directly to the foot of the Iron Throne, and the "Trial of the Seven Sons" finally came to an end.

With the power of one person, Blood Raven killed the king's seven guards and became the final victor.

According to the ancient and sacred law, the king's accusation was declared invalid by the gods, that is to say, the blood raven is innocent.

Since the Prime Minister is not guilty, there must be one person to clean up this scene.

The trembling nobles cast their dark eyes on the throne. At this time, His face was pale, and His Majesty the King shrank into a ball.

Although the unknown ability of the Duke of Blood Raven is worth exploring, but right now, this is the more important thing.

Clay looked at Aegon Targaryen on the throne without a trace of awe in his eyes.

He is also the king, he is the dragon king Claymanderly.

Aegon I Targaryen is sitting here, maybe he will go up and have a good chat.

He really didn't like the king in front of him.

Blood dripped, dripping from his chin, hair, sword tip, and the corner of his clothes.

Because Clay used thunderous means, every blow was a heavy blow, and there were even actions like cutting off his head. Therefore, he now felt as if he had been soaked in a pool of blood.

Holding the long sword, he walked towards the throne that was no longer guarded.

Aegon V, who was so frightened that his voice was distorted, kicked the soles of his feet on the ground, desperately wanting to back away.

But the solid Iron Throne firmly pressed against his body.

So, amidst the king's screams, Clay walked to the throne step by step.

The ordinary guards didn't dare to move. It was Clay's crazy killing just now that killed one or two of them to death.

If you rush up now, isn't it just a dead soul under the sword of the Duke of Blood Raven?

No one is against their own fate.

just forget it.

"What... do you want to do?"

Clay certainly had no interest in killing the king.

Glancing at him, I felt bored.

So he leaned down and whispered in his ear:
"Your Majesty, you should acquit me."

With that said, he left the Iron Throne.

A king who was about to be paralyzed by him was really meaningless.

Moreover, Clay knew that he was not the "key".

Waking up like a dream, the terrifying smell of blood disappeared, Aegon V stammered and said what Blood Crow wanted to hear:
"I...Aegon V Targaryen, King of...Westeros and shield of all peoples, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, by the will of the gods, pronounce You, Brynden Rivers, are not guilty...not guilty!"

As soon as these words came out, Aegon V seemed to have his bones ripped out, and he completely turned into a puddle of mud on the throne.

Clay felt that the emotions haunting him had finally relaxed.

It's like the exhaustion and emptiness after a big revenge, that's about it.

"It's time to show up."

Clay grumbled.

He looked around, but found nothing but terrified faces.

Then, as if feeling something, he lowered his head.

Under the ground, a pool of blood slowly flowed over, wrapping around his feet.

The black-red blood spread out like a delicate mirror.

Clay, on the other hand, squatted down and carefully watched everything in the mirror.

Soon, he found that on his shoulders, at some point, a crow covered in pitch black landed.

Three blood-colored eyes were staring at him emotionlessly.

This is the "key".

Then, he stretched out his hand and reached into the pool of blood.

The ground seems to disappear.

His hand appeared in the world in the blood-colored mirror.

Clay smiled.

That's right, this isn't the real world at all, so there's nothing surprising about it.

Then, he grabbed the shoulder of the man in the mirror, and with a little force, he pulled his body inch by inch into the mirror of the pool of blood.

As if drowned.

As he left, a heavy sigh resounded throughout the throne room.

The world is broken, or rather, it never existed.

After breaking away from the first dream of Blood Raven, Clay traveled between light clusters representing dreams one after another.

This is a dream, viewed horizontally and vertically.

It's all a dream.

But Clay is very clear that the current Brynden River must not be in these dreams that are important to ordinary people but useless to him.

Moreover, after passing through the blood-red mirror, a faint gray-white thread appeared in Clay's vision.

This should be a clue.

Clay understood.

Follow the map all the way, and fly forward in the loneliness of thousands of dream bubbles.

There is no concept of time in dreams, and talking about it is a paradox in itself.

Clay didn't know how long he had been flying forward.

This is one of the strongest manifestations of the authority called "recording" held by the old gods.

To be able to find answers in the dreams of all the creatures under its divine power is undoubtedly one of the most terrifying powers of time.

That is, Clay, the agent of different systems of the gods, otherwise, his thoughts and thoughts would have been seen clearly by him.

The Old Gods, the Cold Gods, R'hllor, and the Unknown Seven, from the ruins of Valyria's Freehold.

Clay understands that the world is bigger than he imagined.

There are still many things that may have completely exceeded his expectations.

But it doesn't matter, let's do the things in front of us first.

……

There is no alternation of the sun and the moon, and it is always in a state of twilight. Time here completely loses its meaning.

Finally, Clay saw the end of the gray-white silk thread.

A dream bubble with a strange sheen.

The surroundings are empty, only it is alone, quietly suspended in the dream space.

This should be the location of Brynden River's consciousness.

finally found you.

The palm of his hand lightly touched the surface of the dream bubble, and in the next second, his whole body was sucked in.

It was dark and bright again.

Clay found himself sitting on the dark green grass.

In front of him, a half-collapsed tower and the castle behind appeared in Clay's field of vision.

The sky is gray, this dream lacks a good weather.

Clay thought.

He already knew where he was.

"Winterfell, it really is here."

Clay said softly.

It is known that the Great Wall of Despair can isolate the magic power of the Cold God, and the Three-Eyed Crow can take away other people's bodies.

So, what will He do when the Cold God comes after Him to kill Him?
Of course, it is to transfer one's own will into the body named "Bran Stark".

Now Bran Stark is not outside the Great Wall.

Once his will reaches the south of the Great Wall, the cold god can no longer do anything to him.

Although he didn't know why he didn't do this before, now, Clay understood that he must want to do this.

In order to survive, don't be cold.

Therefore, he was not surprised at all when he saw Winterfell and the ruined tower.

He'd be the one to curse if teleported to the girls' house in Braavos.

Clay noticed that he had now returned to the attire he wore before he went to Winterfell.

The body has also shrunk a bit.

Theoretically, all of this should have been constructed by the dream owner based on his own memory at this point in time.

In other words, what is in front of you is not real.

They're just some... echoes of the past.

Shaking his head, Clay walked towards the ruined tower.

He didn't know if he would see the famous scene of the bear child falling and then paralyzed in a while.

Who knows what the three-eyed crow is doing right now.

At this moment, Winterfell is still at the end of summer, and the temperature is still acceptable.

Pretty tall weeds all over the ankles.

Soon, Clay came to the bottom of the ruined tower.

As expected, he saw the shameless scene of the hundred-year-old clapper in a vegetative state seducing the ten-year-old young lady.

The sound of footsteps attracted the attention of two people.

They all raised their eyes and looked in Clay's direction.

Bran's clothes were still the same, the usual fur style of the Stark family.

But Clay almost felt tense when he saw Brynden River's appearance.

This guy has erased all those parts of his body that were full of roots.

He was dressed in a pitch-black robe, with a kind old face that was harmless to humans and animals.

It makes people feel good at first glance.

However, in Clay's view, the malicious wolf's tail hidden under the robe is very eye-catching.

Seeing that it was Clay, Bran Stark hadn't seen him at this point in time, so naturally he didn't react.

But Brynden River's reaction is very interesting.

The old man was taken aback for a moment, and then seemed to understand something.

A look of surprise appeared on His face.

Just when he was about to say something to Clay, he noticed the surge of magical power that had gathered on Clay's body.

My heart was agitated, and my steps to take a step back were instantly retracted.

The kind expression on the old face was instantly lost.

I don't know how he switched to a flattering look:
"Hey, Ability God Agent, don't do it."

"You listen to me explain..."

"Don't, you..."

"Alder!"

(End of this chapter)