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  violent wind and snow swept across the earth, like flames burning.

Samwell looked at the man wearing the ice crown below, and immediately determined that the man was the Night King he had been looking for——

The legendary leader of the White Walkers, the source of the long night, and the master of ice and snow.

Samwell has always been skeptical about Bran Stark's statement that only by killing the Night King can the war end.

This is not against Bran, the Three-Eyed Raven, or the Old Gods, but he has a natural resistance and vigilance from the heart towards the gods of this world.

Before he fully understands the secrets and purposes of the gods, Samwell will no longer believe in any of their words.

However, the moment he saw the Night King, Samwell immediately felt a strong murderous intention in his heart, as if the other person was his destined enemy, as if his only purpose in coming to this world was to kill Yaoh.

Samwell could feel the blood boiling in his body.

At this moment, all doubts disappeared like smoke.

He licked his lips and his eyes became extremely eager.

Ever since he became the King of the Seven Kingdoms and received the blessing of the Seven Gods, which greatly increased his attributes, Samwell had not really fought with all his strength for too long.

Even on the night of the bloodbath in Braavos, he did not exert all his strength.

Because at the moment when his mental attributes skyrocketed, he chose to reactivate the seal left by the red-robed witch.

Samwell had to do this, otherwise the constant chatter in his ears would drive him crazy.

But now, he felt that he could finally break the seal temporarily and fight a hearty battle.

As for whether the Long Night will end after killing the Night King, he can't control that much. He will kill him first.

Thinking of this, Samwell slowly pulled out the giant sword [Dawn] from his back, jumped off the white dragon, and rushed towards the weird altar.

The petal mark on the palm of his right hand gradually bloomed one by one, and Samwell once again felt an indescribable terrifying power in his body.

That force is rushing and surging, like a volcano about to erupt.

boom!

A little silver light suddenly lit up in the dark night.

clang!

The silver light exploded suddenly, turning into countless sparks of orange-red and gray-white intertwined.

The figures of both of them have reached an incredible level and are almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

No one else can interfere at all.

But others, or the White Walkers, didn't stay still.

The White Walkers riding ice spiders immediately targeted the three giant dragons flying in the air, especially the terrifying white dragon.

Every time it dives, it will bring flames like lava eruptions, scorching everything.

The black dragon and green dragon are much inferior in strength, but because they are controlled by dragon knights, they know how to use tactics better, and they also cause great trouble to the White Walkers.

Arya Stark started shouting when she saw the dragon, and she couldn't contain her excitement. However, because she was caught by the White Walkers, she could only help cheer and shout:

"Get rid of that ugly guy wearing the crown! Your Majesty Caesar! Get rid of him!"

In fact, she couldn't see clearly the fight between Samwell and the Night King. The two were moving too fast.

Only a golden light and a gray light were seen intertwining in the air, like lightning colliding in mid-air.

The speed of both of them reached the limit of their nerves and muscles.

Qiang——

A gray-white light shot out in mid-air, cutting a deep ravine in the snow and crashing into a group of corpses, causing a bloody storm.

The Night King stumbled, and the ice sword in his hand broke into two pieces.

But there was no look of surprise or fear in his pair of blue pupils. They were still deadly indifferent, even deadlier than a long winter night.

Looking at the golden light approaching him quickly, the Night King calmly raised his hand. Silks of gray mist swam out from the strange altar and slowly wrapped around his right arm.

Kakaka——

In an instant, countless strange energies flew out, condensing into a terrifying abyss in mid-air.

A black light flashed in the huge mouth.

Uh-huh!

A long black tongue shot out like lightning, like a giant python coming out of its hole, breaking through the air, leaving mottled cracks in the air, and rushed towards Caesar.

Samwell felt a chill in his heart, and he keenly felt the unusualness of this energy.

But there seemed to be an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if I had met him somewhere before.

Although there were thousands of thoughts running through his mind, the movements of his hands were not delayed at all.

The great sword [Dawn] turned gracefully in Samwell's hands, and the tip of the sword tilted upward.

Countless golden threads gathered around him quickly. It was just an ordinary slash, but the power and momentum exerted this time far exceeded all his previous battles.

boom!

The golden giant sword and the long black tongue suddenly collided, and a gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the night sky.

But this was far from over. The Night King's left hand was also seen circling around, pulling out another wisp of black energy from the strange altar.

In an instant, a large amount of black energy burst out from the Night King's body, and his ice and snow armor seemed to burn instantly.

Bang!

Black flames poured down like a torrent, spreading rapidly on the snow, spreading around like ripples.

Although the surrounding White Walkers and ghouls had tried their best to stay away from the battle between the two men, they were still pushed away by this terrifying energy shock wave.

The three giant dragons quickly pulled up and flew into the sky at the same time, as if they were extremely afraid of this black flame.

Samwell, who was bombarded head-on, could not avoid it.

He could only take a step back and raise his giant sword in front of him to block the surging energy fluctuations.

In an instant, Samwell did not feel the burning pain of the fire, nor the coldness of the ice and snow. He only felt a powerful pressure.

Not the pressure on the body, but on the soul.

boom!

Countless black flames swept up and swallowed Samwell instantly.

"Sam!" Daenerys, who was riding on Drogon's back, couldn't help but exclaimed, the anxious look on her face unable to be concealed.

Even though she was so far away, she could still feel the terror of this energy, which seemed to be irresistible and reached the deepest part of her heart.

But when the black flames gradually dissipated, a golden circular barrier was seen standing quietly in front of Samwell, blocking his slender body just behind.

Daenerys just breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart immediately rose again.

Because the Night King's attack is far from over.

I saw his hands continuously extracting energy from the strange altar, covering his whole body again and again, forming that terrifying and strange force field, which spread out around like a tide, one after another, continuously.

Samwell held the giant sword tightly, and golden threads condensed from the void and merged into the barrier around him.

Densely packed and stranded, he soon looked like a golden egg.

But under the suppression of the tidal black force field, Samwell could not move at all and could only resist.

"It seems... we can't suppress it anymore..." Samwell sighed softly.

He glanced at the petal seal on his left hand.

"Since we can no longer suppress it, then... let's completely untie it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he actually put down the giant sword on his own initiative, as if he was ready to give up.

For the first time, there were emotional fluctuations in the Night King's blue pupils. It was shock mixed with doubt.

But the next moment, a large group of golden threads bloomed from the human king opposite like a shadow, like flowers blooming in midsummer.

Swish swish swish——

Countless golden threads shuttled like streams of light, wrapping around Samwell's body from all directions.

His pupils turned golden again, and golden lines were densely covered on his face and exposed skin.

I saw him raising his hand and pointing——

Countless golden threads surged in like a storm, sweeping towards the Night King in front of the altar.

boom!

Gold completely suppressed black and became the only dominant color in this darkness.

Samwell heard lingering whispers in his ears again, but he ignored them and just stared at the ice crystal figure that kept retreating.

"Is it time to end it?"

Click click click——

The sharp and bone-deep sound of ice breaking resounded continuously between heaven and earth.

Samwell saw with his own eyes spiderweb-like cracks in the ice crystal armor on the Night King.

The opponent's body was also trembling violently, as if something gray-white was trying to squeeze out from the gaps in the Night King's armor.

Samwell's eyes were cold, and without any hesitation, he picked up the giant sword again and rushed forward.

But he was still one step late.

A raging black wave poured down from the altar, and the entire column of pure black light exploded into the sky, causing a faint light to appear in the sky.

boom!

Countless black lines suddenly exploded, and the ground shook, as if the end of the world had come.

The wind and snow are roaring, and the dead are wailing.

The Ancestral Tombs, this land that has been sleeping for thousands of years seems to be waking up.

Black swept back in and took over.

And in that turbulent black wave, the Night King is covered in gray-white light, looking both weird and shocking.

The emotions revealed in his blue pupils became more and more complex, no longer as indifferent to everything as before.

But his strength has also grown by leaps and bounds.

Circles of black waves flashing with a large number of gray-white strange runes surrounded Samwell alone.

He felt a terrifying pressure from the Night King that was dozens of times stronger than before.

This kind of pressure is simply not something he can resist now.

Even if he had completely lifted the seal, he was still unable to do so.

Moreover, Samwell felt an extremely strong threat from the Night King, the threat of death.

Uh-huh!

A black light suddenly flashed before his eyes.

Samwell turned his head subconsciously and felt a chill that penetrated into his bones from his left shoulder.

Half of his body was frozen stiff.

If he hadn't tilted his head just now, he might have died.

Too strong.

how so?

Samwell felt hopeless for the first time.

But the Night King was walking towards the human king in a hurry. A pure black dagger was condensing into shape in his hand, like the scythe of death.

This is impossible!

Samwell refused to believe it.

If the Night King really has such overwhelming strength, why does the other side keep hiding? Wouldn't it be possible to end this war by directly going into battle and defeating the Neck Defense Line?

This is not a power that belongs to this world!

The reason why Samwell dared to confront the gods was because he understood the limitations of the gods through repeated trials.

They may be extremely powerful, but they cannot project much power into the world, otherwise there is no need to play various prophecy games with them.

What went wrong?

Samwell tried his best to draw the great sword, but found that under the pressure of the Night King, his hands were simply heavier than the earth.

Seeing the Night King approaching step by step, but Caesar making no move to dodge, Daenerys in the air panicked for a moment.

"Sam!"

Samwell was suddenly startled. He looked up and saw a green light in the night sky rushing over desperately.

"No! Don't come here!" he hissed.

But the green dragon showed no signs of slowing down.

"No!"

Samwell roared again, suddenly twitched the giant sword in his hand and slashed out.

But his movements were extremely slow, or perhaps the time was suddenly stretched by some force.

The whole world seemed to switch to a slow-motion scene in a movie.

Samwell looked at his wife who rushed over desperately, and there was an intense pain somewhere in his heart.

But at the same time, a picture flashed quickly in front of his eyes.

Red Comet, Blood Reef Island, Ancient City of Gith...

Death, resurrection, deception, control, sacrifice...

Finally, it settled on a beautiful face.

Nissa Nissa!

Legends from thousands of years ago echoed in my mind again.

The hero who led mankind to repel the last Long Night, the Son of the Holy Flame, the prophetic prince who forged the divine sword [Lightbringer] with the blood of his wife, Azor Ahai...

Victory comes at a cost.

Light requires sacrifice.

"No! Never!"

Shock, anger and fear swept over him, overwhelming Samwell's consciousness.

In a daze, his vision went dark, and the Night King, the White Walkers, the altar, and Daenerys all disappeared.

Samwell found himself standing atop a field of lava ruins.

Spider web-like gaps opened in the earth, and golden flames surged through them.

Opposite him stood a man whose face could not be seen clearly.

"Don't you understand? Caesar." The man said softly.

"Who are you?" Samwell asked warily.

"It doesn't matter who I am," the man said, "What matters is, who are you?"

"I am Caesar!" Samwell replied reflexively.

But the man slowly shook his head:

"No, you were wrong all along. You can escape for a while, but you cannot escape for a lifetime. This is your fate, and it will always follow you like a shadow."

Samwell said coldly:

"Then tell me, who am I?"

"After the long summer, the stars will cry blood, and the cold darkness will cover the world. At this terrifying moment, a warrior will pull out the burning sword from the fire. That sword is the 'Lightbringer', the red sword of the hero, holding The one who possesses the sword is the reincarnation of Azor Ahai, and he will drive away the darkness."

The man uttered this ancient Yashai prophecy in a chanting tone, and finally said in an unquestionable tone:

"Of course you are the reincarnation of Azor Ahai!"

While speaking, the man suddenly raised his head, and he actually had the same face as Samwell.

"Accept the destiny and complete your mission." The man said, "Go and kill your wife Nissa Nissa, use her sacrifice to create the real [Lightbringer] and end this long night!"

Samwell listened to the man's words quietly, but a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"R'hllor, it's you," he said.

Immediately, regardless of the expression on the face of the person opposite, Samwell continued:

"I once heard a saying. Although it came from the mouth of an enemy, I think it spoke a certain truth."

The man looked at Samwell quietly, his eyes calm:

"What words?"

Samwell waved his hand gently, as if to brush away the morning fog:

"All gods lie."

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