Chapter 880
Little Gold was too small to be useful to Dany, so he stayed in Belief Space for Matthew to rent.
Because Matthew's Belief Line is currently connected to "Westeros pan-consciousness", he is the only one who can extract all living things' thoughts from pan-consciousness to cultivate Little Gold's body.
When converting Euron, the golden body of Zhangba, which appeared in the eyes of everyone Soul, is the "blow-up enlarged version" of Little Gold's body.
It looks huge, but it's actually very illusory, and it's a mess.
Well, for the first time, Dany's will has also come to believers.
To put it bluntly, Little Gold itself is a gimmick. The real tricks are Dany, who is 70% strong, and Storm God, who uses a little bit of strength.
In the end, the thought of Storm God's coming was bestowed by Bestowing Spirit, scattered ashes and dispersed smoke.
After that time, Dany discovered that Little Gold had doubled in height and had gone from small glass beads to large glass beads.
When Little Gold was borrowed by Matthew, he would automatically draw all living things' thoughts from the sea of continental pan-consciousness and fill Little Gold's body.
When converting Second Stag, Little Gold, who acts as Matthew Golden Bell Cover, strengthens even more rapidly. At the beginning, its defensive power was only equivalent to a thicker single-shirt. In the evening, it became a thick quilt, second day became a leather jacket, and third day was as powerful as leather armor.
Dany is surprised, but Melisandre is not calm.
She could see that the Gold body of Mother on Matthew was a Belief Clone of Dragon Queen, and that Avatar was growing rapidly as Saint Matthew converted them.
Aunt Mel doesn't understand why, but guesses that she and Second Stag are the whetstones for Belief Clone and Matthew himself.
Matthew sacrifice oneself to convert the demon is not only a beautiful world, but also a kind of self-cultivation.
And Aunt Mel and Second Stag's "dao heart" does have a weak spot, the battle of Winterfell, especially after the sacrifice of Shireen, the two of them are not in the right state. The sharper and smoother Matthew gets, the bigger their oneself's mental weak spot gets.
If Matthew, Second Stag and Melisandre are locked in the same cell, after about a year, Second Stag will collapse in all directions, belief, outlook on life, outlook on world and belief will all collapse.
Aunt Mel will change the world even if she keeps going.
So the two decided to run away... Maybe they really missed the opportunity to "repent and be saved"?
Well, they'd rather die than repent and be saved.
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Sun on Blackwater Bay was lit for five days and five nights, and Dragon Queen's Imperial Family fleet dispatched more than a thousand galleons, a total of 200,000 young and old Women shipped to Driftmark.
Saint Matthew led about 250,000 long-distance refugees, Poor Fellows, to Storm's End.
At this point, the King's Landing migration plan has been completed, Dany has fulfilled oneself's obligations, she has done everything oneself can do.
The night of Saint Matthew's departure, after the Sept's seven Maiden's Holy Light Tower went out.
The drill field south of the Great Sept of Baelor.
Ninety-nine percent of the coffins that used to fill up the space in layers have gone, and the rest are also placed in the warehouse in the backyard.
The large playground with bluestone floors is empty, and only the angry north wind roars lonely here.
"Sigh" A huge black shadow flew from the east, let out a low cry, and slowly fell down.
When Wyvern was on the ground, a one-armed Septon with an oil lamp was already standing on the corridor next to the drill field.
"didn't expect you're here." Looking at the short little man sliding down from Wyvern's back, the one-armed hero Lancel looked very complicated.
"Don't look at me getting handsome, taller, and a Targaryen super illegitimate child, but I'm still Tyrion, your cousin, Uncle Kevan's nephew, and Uncle Tywin. Good son." Tyrion took off his windshield and smiled.
"Bastard, you still have a face called 'Dad' and 'Uncle'!"
Tyrion was putting his helmet in the creak's nest and walking towards the stone steps with a smile. A tall silhouette flashed out from behind the cloister column, roared, drew his sword, and rushed forward.
Dwarf was only shocked for a moment, and guessed the identity of the person from the familiar figure and the familiar voice.
laughed, he didn't dodge or dodge, "clang" threw away his helmet, held the handle of the axe behind with one hand, loudly shouts: "Heavenly Dragon of Great Might!"
"Om" next moment, the golden glyph between his eyebrows lit up, and his body swelled like a balloon, suddenly rising from one meter four to one meter six.
"hu hu!" The two cold lights meet in mid-air.
"Dang" The axe and the blade collided with a string of yellow sparks.
Then, the person on the opposite side was groaned, the iron sword came out of his hand, flew four or five meters upside down, and nailed it into the pillar two inches deep with a "duh" sound.
"Hahaha, Jaime, you've been beaten by me." dwarf laughed excitedly.
The hilt of the sword was still shaking slightly in the air, but the man who lost the long sword quickly shrank, took a step forward, and the little Giant, who swept his legs and laughed, immediately became unsteady, and moved towards him. Staggered forward.
"dong!" After all, dwarf hit the ground with an axe to stabilize his body.
But next moment, he felt a force coming from behind him, and with a thud, he fell to the ground.
It was Jaime who slid around behind dwarf, kicking his big feet against his vest.
After kicking dwarf into the street, Jaime stepped forward and straddled his waist, the dagger in his left hand was attached to his neck, said with a sneer: "Want to beat me, dream! Strong as an ox What's the matter, your martial skill is too bad."
"Ai, you are reckless, besides strength, sword technique and agility are the factors that determine the outcome of the competition." Tyrion sighed, the golden glyph between his brows dimmed, The body shrunk like a holed pig urine bubble.
"But I didn't lose either." He struggled to roll over, still lying on the ground, but moved towards Jaime.
Jaime sat on his stomach, the dagger in his hand not stowed.
"You haven't lost yet? Give it a try." The icy blade caused goose bumps on the skin.
"My life-saving witchcraft is a little disgusting, I'm afraid it will scare you." dwarf said with a bitter smile.
"You've scared me," Jaime looked at dwarf's face suspiciously, "Did you really get cursed by Woods Witch when you were a kid?"
"Well, handsome enough. Right?" dwarf winked.
Jaime smiled coldly, the dagger slid from his neck to his cheek, "Maybe I should peel off your face and see if there is another ugly face underneath. Or, I can take out your heart. , to see if it's cursed too."
"I killed Dad, but Uncle Kevan's death really had nothing to do with me," sighed dwarf.
"Aren't you who?" Lancel asked as he walked down the steps, looking at him suspiciously.
Seeing Jaime's face that you're lying, Tyrion said angrily, "Are you two stupid? In that situation, who would benefit the most if Uncle Kevan died?"
"Unlucky lion, happy Targaryen, and you are Targaryen in lion's skin." Jaime said gloomily.
"You'd rather believe that I'm a devil than that she's a beast?"
"You're a beast, even a father can do it, even more how uncle. "Jaime coldly said.
"I can pull the trigger just because our father is also a beast. He did those beastly things to me. Isn't killing him as it should be by rights?
But what's in my way with Uncle Kevan?
Targaryen really wants to make the lion unlucky, so wouldn't it be fun to ride a dragon to breathe fire instead of plotting an assassination?"
Tyrion said Then, extend the hand, pushing Jaime's chest hard.
No push.
"What are you doing riding on me? Although I've become handsome, I'm not at all like our whore elder sister!" Dwarf said with a crotch.
Jaime buttocks sat hard for a few times, patted dwarf's handsome face with the dagger in his hand, and whispered: "Be honest, I won't say it clearly today, you don't want to leave in one piece."
"Whoops, you really think you've got me, Tysha!"
"Sigh" Wyvern, who had been squatting on the side of the sculpture, flicked his tail, Jaime kicks a few somersaults.
As easy as sweeping goose feathers with a broom.
"Baby, good!" dwarf rolled over and patted Wyvern's half-height tail with a smile.
"You told him to ambush me?" He turned to Lancel with a lantern beside him.
"Jaime can find me, but I can't find him," said the one-armed hero.
"Where have you been hanging out lately? The Others are going south, why haven't you returned to Casterly Rock to preside over the defense?"
Just as he asked, dwarf waved his hand unconsciously, laughing at himself Said: "I'm really stupid. Who else are you staying at King's Landing and not leaving?"
Jaime fell a little hard, and took a few breaths before supporting the ground with his hands, slowly Get up slowly.
"Cersei wouldn't murder oneself's own uncle!" he growled.
"How long have you not seen her? Half a year, a year, a year and a half, almost two years?" Tyrion glanced at Old Brother's crotch with pity, "Did you No work?"
"What are you talking nonsense for?" Jaime's eyes flashed with confusion.
"Your dick is about to rust, but she's already playing with oneself—"
"Bastard!" Jaime's eyes were bloodshot, and with a growl, he threw himself at dwarf again. past.
This time, dwarf no longer fantasized about using martial power to turn over Old Brother, took a step back lightly, and made a move with his right hand in the direction of Lancel.
"bang!" The flame of the oil lamp pulled out ten feet long laterally, with thick arms, blocking Jaime's direction.
"Calm down, I haven't seen you for a few years, why have you become so irritable? Could it be that you are holding back?" Dwarf exclaimed strangely.
"This is Magic," Jaime's anger did not disappear, but he calmed down, "You have become a Fire Sorcerer? You are indeed a noble dragon blood."
"Also Don't say, the dragon blood is really higher than the lion." Dwarf stabbed back.
"I don't want to quarrel with you, and you don't think I'm wrong. Tell you, I'm not wrong to face you.
You kill my father, I-kill Your father, we all have our own reasons, you and I are biological brothers again, it's time to even out."
The corners of Lancel's mouth twitched.
Jaime's cheek muscles twitched a few times, and said, "You said Mad King damn it, I killed it well."
"I said," dwarf nods, and added, "But you've always taught me, who dares to attack my woman, and I'll kill him.
You know better than me how Dad dealt with Tysha, when you tell the secret Me, how can I bear it? Even more how I found Shae in his bed."
"When did I teach you?" Jaime said.
"You've been teaching me with action. How would you react if someone did that to Cersei?"
Jaime was silent.
After a while, he said, "You're right, I can't tolerate you insulting her."
"Insult? Are you okay with your brain? Isn't it true?" dwarf pointed to Lancel next to him, "Ask our Devout cousin how many men the sinner Cersei has."
Lancel regretted not leaving earlier.