Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 215 Sheep and Shepherd Dogs
"God, I did it..." She whispered with a smile, her voice was low and hoarse.

Joffrey felt it.

Invisible magic power crazily poured into the belly of the priestess, and then dissipated to her whole body.

In an instant.

Her eyes are extremely bright, like flaming coals, and the spots of sweat on the skin are also shining brightly, rising and falling with her breathing, hair, lips, fingers...

The whole Melisandre glowed like a holy elf.

She became the carrier of another existence.

She looked straight at Joffrey, as if she wanted to say something more.

But it can't wait.

The hot and fierce power in her body was restless, and Melisandre was trembling all over, panting heavily, and separated her legs with difficulty.

"Ah~~~"

Blood gushed out from her buttocks, but it was as black as ink.She cried, unable to tell whether it was pain, fever, or both.

Soon.

The head of the crowned child struggled out of her, and then two hands, twisting and grasping, black fingers gripping Melisandre's bleeding thigh, pushing, pushing, until the whole shadow was gone. into this world.

Quiet and secretive.

It crawled two steps like a baby, and the body made of shadows stretched out, growing into an adult in an instant, and the shadow cast enveloped the entire space.

It stood up, much taller than Joffrey.

It stood upright, and only the part below its chest could be seen in the room, while the shoulders, neck and head above turned into thick shadows and climbed to the ceiling, like a soul-piercing black hole.

It has no face, deep and real, like a pile of black ink, thin and empty, as if it is just a shadow reflected by the fire.

But of course Joffrey recognized it.

The person who reflected this shadow was himself.

Shadow killer.

Joffrey stared at it obsessively, but it didn't react at all.

"Your Majesty~" Melisandre called weakly, "Come and rest, it needs you to have a dream."

An inexplicable suction came right at this moment, greedy for Joffrey's spirit and soul.

"Sandor!" Joffrey yelled.

The "Hound Dog" pushed open the door and appeared at the sound, just like a watchdog.

Joffrey unbuttoned and took off his shirt, "The battle outside is all up to you, just proceed as planned."

Joffrey shot him a look. "Don't kill too many of my lambs. Unowned sheep are no threat, just riches to take."

"Before sunset, end it all."

"The Hound" nodded calmly as usual, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Go."

Joffrey lay down on another clean bed, closed his eyes, and no longer resisted the inexplicable suction.

For an instant.

The soul floats out of the body and dwells in the tall shadows of darkness.

He opened his eyes.

The world has completely changed.Colors lose their meaning, and there are only light and darkness, life and soul, energy and particles of truth.

He looked ahead, the waves were raging and noisy, and the gray smoke was swaying, blending into the black and white background.

He looked down, but the hard stone wall turned into an hourglass full of holes, with countless particles coming in and out, and the information was clear at a glance.Half of Shadow's body and Melisandre are in the room below.

He looked up, the air current was constantly surging, and the light silver bird flew across the sky from time to time, leaving a long trail.

He turned back.

Countless dense gray smoke gathered in the air outside Storm's End, forming a huge ring. Although it was slowly dissipating, there were countless fine smoke rising into the sky from below, maintaining this wonderful scene.

It is the dense silver light that creates the gray smoke.A dazzling and delicious soul.

He saw a hill.

A piece of silver light gathered there.There is a soul that is particularly alluring.

Renly.

Joffrey knew.

Why Renly?How is he different?What is the connection between the blood of kings and the soul?Who has King's Blood?Is it really just blood?

One more doubt.

But now is not a good time to do research.Joffrey immersed himself in the spirit, trying to explore the magical power possessed by the shadow, and control this special body.

Not too difficult.The shadow itself is ready to move.

Without a sound, he had crossed half of Storm's End and came to the nearest city wall to Renly.

The shadow sent him an instinctive signal of resistance.Joffrey knew it was because of the magical breath within the walls.But this magic has been modified by him, and he will be able to coexist peacefully with the shadow from now on.

He fled into the earth.

The gloomy underground world is blurry, and there are dim light spots like stars everywhere, messy and difficult to distinguish.

Fortunately, the seductive soul ahead pointed me in the right direction.

He sneaks toward his target.

The shadow is not as fast as the light, but it always arrives before the sound.

Arrived.

right above.

He heard the lively banquet on the ground.

Renly sighed. "Though we all know the truth, there are still some who think he's my blood. Well, as they wish, we'll bury him instead of putting his head on a gun to show off." .”

Joffrey couldn't help being taken aback, are you talking about me?
The Earl of Bronze Gate City, Ralph Buckler, was the first to speak in agreement, "This is the true style of the king. Cheers to the forgiveness of justice!"

Everyone here understands that it is indeed necessary.

There can only be one king.

"cheers!"

People raised their glasses and drank it down, hiding their thoughts in the wine.

All right.Joffrey looked at Ralph Buckler with a smirk on his face.Then you should be the first one.

He stretched out his right hand.

The jet-black shadow separated from his body, climbed to his right hand, and gradually extended...

A sword of shadow.

Looking along the blade, it is as thin as a cicada's wing, as if it doesn't exist at all.From another angle, it was a flat surface, darker than a Valyrian steel sword.

"Gentlemen," Renly said with a smile on his face.

It was suddenly dark in the tent.

Is it an illusion?
Renly seemed to sense it, and looked at a seat.

Candles flickered and trembled.The shadow changed and swayed, and raised the sword.That shadowy sword...

"It's cold," said Ralph Buckler in a thin, bewildered tone.A small but rough gasp completely broke him down.

Poof~~Boom!
Blood gushed out from his neck powerfully, covered the golden cloth above, splashed onto the faces and mouths of the surrounding people, and washed away his head.

Heads rolled and rolled, until they faced King Renly on the dais.

"monster!"

The tent exploded suddenly!
The tall shadow stood up, its height just touching the top of the camp, and its body became more solid and dark.The tent was also completely wrapped by the shadows.

Renly stared intently at the crown on Shadow's head.

"Joffrey!!"

Shadow didn't speak, just paced around calmly, dealing with one target after another.

People screamed, yelled, and ran wildly.But the all-consuming shadow deflected all their efforts.

Lando Tarly pressed the shadowcloth behind him.So hard and thick.

It’s over.

He understands that no one can escape...

(End of this chapter)