Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 137 The golden blood on the figurehead
The launching ceremony of the "Divine Grace" on Sunday was held on schedule.

The armor is lined up, declaring its dignity.

There are many spears, blessing its power.

The horn roared to celebrate its birth.

The wide and stretching pier of King's Landing Port has long been crowded with crowds who came to watch the ceremony.

Except for the dignitaries who received the news in advance and were allowed to go out of the city, the common people living outside the city also gathered at the pier, and they didn't even have time to take care of the work at hand.

No one can stay calm after seeing it.No one has the heart to let it out of their sight.

People are sincerely moved by it.

"Blessed by the gods."

"What a great miracle this is!"

"This kind of thing is actually a battleship that can float on the water? Who can match it?"

"God's grace is mighty!"

"Nothing is impossible. The power of the gods is much greater. How can mortals be able to speculate."

The words of excitement and surprise never stopped.

People repeat it over and over.Even after listening to the praise for a long time, I still couldn't help expressing my praise, so as to vent out the agitation in my heart a little bit, so as not to be so excited that I fainted on the spot.

From last night to this morning, some people happened to be lucky enough to witness the astonishing speed of the construction of the "Divine Favor".

So they immediately described it vividly to the crowd around them, the pride and excitement on their faces were so obvious that others would not notice, as if the master of this creation of the gods was himself.

The not-so-secret construction process of the "Divine Favor" quickly spread among the crowd at the pier.

Over and over again, people repeated the miracle they saw, until everyone heard every description in their ears, kept it in their hearts, and even recited it verbatim.

People know it.

Countless cargo boxes were brought by a long line of carriages that could not be seen, and they were piled up into hills by the pier in the evening.

Sailors and captains said it was probably more cargo than the port handles in a whole day.

Then, the golden river water was covered by a layer of shadow.It is a piece of wood floating from the upper reaches of the Heishui River. It is strong and fresh, and some of them have dense crowns.

At least a large piece of forest has been cut down, and it is estimated that it can support hundreds of people for farming.

All the logs made their way down the river, but were choked up near the crate hills downstream from the wharf, nearly filling the river with land.

Then, a miracle happened.

The adults in the golden hexagram cloaks with a white background showed their divine favor, and the cold and damp wood moved by itself, crawling towards the shore as if it had life.

After reaching the shore, the wood seems to have turned into a silky liquid, approaching each other and melting together.

The wood was as soft as a lump of mud at this moment.

Many pairs of invisible big hands kneaded and kneaded the lump of wood, shaping the wood like a mud castle.

The boatmen pointed to the wooden frame under the "Shen En" and said, this is it.

Something I've never seen before, but this is a dock, a dock shaped by divine grace and bearing divine grace.

The dock consists of closely spaced sunken wooden frames.Each wooden frame is four or five feet wide and five or six feet long, and the combined shape is just like the bottom of a ship.

After recognizing the shape of the bottom of the boat, all the captains, sailors, boatmen, and anyone who has lived by the water were immediately shocked and questioned.

With such a big boat? !
What happened next was even more jaw-dropping and completely unimaginable.

The adults in the six-pointed star cloak approached the cargo box, and the wood that made the cargo box flowed to the outside, leaving only pieces of steel and countless knives, guns, axes and spears in the cargo box.

Immediately afterwards, all the steel melted, instead of hot molten steel, it still exuded a cold white light.

The steel climbed up the wooden frames one by one, like liquid flowing upwards, like vines climbing trees, like tentacles and suckers of sea monsters.

People have never seen so much steel fit together so tightly.

They must also be very happy, cheering and jumping to the highest point.With no way to go, they stepped on each other's bodies and continued upward, gradually connecting into a skeleton supporting each other, with the slender shape of a battleship.

The steel hull lay on the dock.

After this, the lords of the six-pointed star cloak stayed in the dock for a long, long time, until the sky turned white again, until all the steel and wood around them disappeared.

It is only known that all the materials became part of the battleship.

As for the thrilling changes in the hull, how many exquisite structures, sturdy rooms, and terrifying weapons, I can't see it at all, and I can only rely on imagination.

However, only what people know and see is enough to be told as myths and epics.

An invincible battleship made of steel.

Who can break its side?Who can bear its ramming angle?Who can light its decks?Who can overturn its body?
It will become the absolute overlord of the sea.

Redwyne's fleet?Iron Fleet?These are not enough for comparison.Only the mighty fleet of Braavos is worthy of the challenge.

Win or lose.

People's eyes were fixed on the "God" on the dock.As long as it can be launched smoothly, and there are more than a dozen or dozens of companions, no matter how many battleships Braavos has, they are just children who haven't grown up.

Everyone admired this gorgeous and majestic creation obsessively, as if they had seen the day when the Westeros fleet was invincible.

The "God" stood proudly on the dock, silently proudly.

The auspicious time has come.

Tyrion walked up behind King Joffrey, holding a bottle of Arbor golden wine in his hand, "It is time, Your Majesty."

Tyrion reacted to the dreaded warship in the same way most people on the docks did.

This "Divine Grace" was not built by the Holy Warlock of the Engineering Bureau.Tyrion had only seen it this morning, too.

Only then did Tyrion discover that Hannah's logistics bureau also had a group of holy warlocks, and the tasks they were responsible for were more important, more glamorous than building houses and repairing sewers.

Thinking of Hannah's special weapons and equipment for the Crusaders mentioned in the "Throne Hall" report, Tyrion was even more curious.

But now, the only protagonist is the King, the soon-to-be-launched "Divine Grace".

Tyrion respectfully offered his gift.

Joffrey took the crystal clear golden wine and turned to look at Sansa beside him.

"Sansa, my queen, your kindness will bless its fate, your beauty will soothe its loneliness, and your nobility will honor its journey. Let us witness its birth together."

Sansa nodded happily, and walked to the bow of the boat, holding Joffrey's right arm.

The two stood still in front of the figurehead, looking at the one-foot-tall "girl" of the seven gods with arms in their arms.

Everyone on the deck fell silent and saluted the king, lady and the battleship with their eyes, witnessing the successful conclusion of the ceremony.

By tradition.

Joffrey played the role of "priest," touching the figurehead seven times and praying seven times.

Afterwards, Sansa threw the wine bottle in her hand vigorously.

slap~
The wine bottle shattered, and the golden liquor dripped wantonly on the figurehead.

Like golden blood.

(End of this chapter)