Flames erupted from all directions of King's Landing, including the Mud Gate, the Giant Dragon Gate, the city walls, the major barracks, the schoolyards, and the most important Red Fort.

There is no need for wind direction assistance. Wildfires can burn anything you encounter. As soon as the green demon is released, it begins to spread in all directions.

The fire was surging, and the city that had fallen into a quiet place under the night quickly became noisy. People ran out of the fired house in panic and screamed and fled in all directions.

However, no matter what you have to hide or how you don’t have to hide, everyone is eventually flooded by the spreading green "sea".

Looking from the sky, the originally dark dense building complex suddenly burst out from the edges of the surroundings, and the petals spread and eventually turned into a green sea of ​​flames.

As the wildfire burned, the black smoke evaporated upwards, and the originally clear stench subsided with the stuffy ash smoke. Under the violent fire, the scorched screams of the human body sounded all over the clouds.

The sea of ​​fire was unstoppable, and it enveloped the entire city shortly after it appeared. However, around some buildings, it was difficult to get into a newcomer. A certain area of ​​the flea nest, one of the sections of the Steel Street, the nuns’ residential group on Silent Nun Street, and the banquet hall of Red Fort…

But these places are just a drop in the ocean compared to the entire King's Landing City.

Burning, green, spire shattered, houses collapsed, children cried, smoke covered, screamed shrillly.

Purgatory on earth comes here.

Surrounded by the city walls, fires rage, and dust smoke rose. From a distance, the entire King's Landing City looked like a huge brazier burning with green flames.

...

[You have touched the real world (humans), and the second shuttle door is opened by 1/3]

[You have gained a lot of spiritual power, and the level of the Eye of True Knowledge is promoted. You can now see the essence of some unknown things]

[You have gained a lot of spiritual power, your ghost mask, scapegoat, the effect of the oath tongue is enhanced, and your own spirituality is slightly improved]

[You have been exposed to death close to you, your understanding of the undead spell has been enhanced, and your bone resurrection skills have been improved]

【Your Tired Touch Skills Get Improved】

【Your Pain Curse Skills Improved】

【your……】

[You have obtained some death-related authority, you can now see the target's death time and picture. Your necromancer has obtained authority blessing, and the casting effect will mutate on the original basis]

[Under the blessing of death authority, you do not need the assistance of the necromancer spell]

【There has some unknown change in your item "Scepter of Authority (Man-made)...]

...

Countless black shadows were raging in front of him. In a trance, Charles seemed to see the blockbuster message floating by, but he didn't have time to read carefully, and was stunned by what happened suddenly.

When he opened his eyes again, the surroundings had become his camp at the site of the northern army.

What happened last night?

Saving people in the banquet hall, then suddenly thought of the special soul-absorbing ability that would appear as long as you recite the spell of the Dead Spell on the Scepter - when the scepter was constantly used in the Flea Nest of Junlin, six god-like faces appeared one after another in the seven-pointed star of his palm, and the last stranger relied on this ability to absorb nineteen dragon souls. The seven-god pattern was completed, and he also had the ability to travel with the spirit body.

But after completing the process, he never activated his soul-sucking again. Last night, he thought that this seemed to be "reaping a lot" at that time, so he recited a spell of the undead spell?

What happened afterwards? A large group of dead souls flocked to us as expected?

The feeling of King Landing's death hitting the face at this moment was chilling. Charles never thought that the scope of the soul-absorbing ability of the scepter could be so large.

But this seemed to have brought him some change.

Earth-shaking changes!

So he couldn't help but look down at himself.

...

【Your name: Charles Colanston】

【Your age: 16】

【Your health status: full of vitality】

【The skills you have mastered: the Eye of True (Constant), the Authority of Death (Constant),

Ghost Mask (Integrity), Dead Little Devil (Hundred Years of Grudge), Vow Tongue (Sincere)

Resurrection of the corpse (1/100%), dismemberment of the curse (0/100%), life absorption (0/100%),

Replacement ceremony (0/100%), undead whispers (99/100%), Eye of Resentment (99/100%),

Purification (5/100%)]

【Remaining time of shuttle door: 11.10.03.05】

...

The Eye of True Knowledge has become the Eye of Trueness, and the three-piece camouflage set that was not displayed in the property bar for some reason was also revealed at this time.

The resuscitation of the skeleton turned into the resuscitation of the corpse.

The curse of pain became a curse of dismemberment, the touch of fatigue became a life absorption, and the blood returned to blood became a ritual of substitution. In addition to purification, the remaining two new spells "proficiency" have reached their peak without realizing it.

Under the power of "death", various magical knowledge continues to decompose and evolve in my mind, and finally it makes Charles feel novel as if he is new. When he thinks about it carefully, the new knowledge is as impressive as what he has learned in person, and the same is true for the knowledge before the promotion.

"The spell upgrade is not because the original spell upgrade is stronger, but because of the evolution of ability... I said that after studying it, I have gained nothing, but because the direction is wrong."

He thought secretly, and the sudden noisy sound from outside the camp interrupted his thoughts. Charles had not been prepared to pay attention to it, but the voice seemed to mention him, which made him frown slightly.

Then he put on his clothes and walked out.

From a distance, you can see a group of fully armed soldiers not far away, surrounding a big man and a short man.

"You can live until now because Lord Wizard said something for you, and Lord Stark insisted on honor, but don't think you can get any respect here, you damn hunting dog!"

The man led by the group was an old nobleman. He looked at the hunting dog, or the dwarf beside him with a very resentful look, as if he had chosen a person and devoured a beast.

"Now, get out of the way, I'm looking for a dwarf rather than you!"

"A dog may not live long, but I think it will live longer than an old person." The hunting dog tied with his hands bit a grass stem and stared at the other party, with a hard tone.

These words made the old man furious, "If you weren't the captive of Lord Kelanston, I would have to cut your head with one sword!"

"The dwarf is also my captive, sir." A voice sounded faintly, and he turned to look, and a young figure followed.

"Sir Kelanston." The old nobleman's face changed, and then his tone slowed down: "This little devil has done all his bad things and is not worthy of your maintenance."

"Who knows, but if one day I kindly let him go, you can catch him again, and then he will be your captive."

His quiet gaze obviously looked very kind, but for some reason, when he was staring, he felt a chill appearing from his body. The chill seemed not because of the other person's name, but rather the surrounding temperature dropped sharply...

Kastark's face changed, but he finally lowered his head.

"You are right, Lord Wizard." After that, he hurried away with his men.

...

Looking at his departure back, Tyrion couldn't help but be amazed.

"It's really rare. Are these amazingly brave northerners actually so afraid of you?"

"How does the dung bucket taste?" Charles glanced down at him, but suddenly turned into another appearance in front of him.

On the luxurious bed, an old-fashioned bald dwarf was lying on it, staring at the ceiling with a dull look on his head, his mouth half-open and half-closed, and the corners of his mouth kept drooling out, looking like an Alzheimer's disease.

And under him, a young woman buried her head deep in it, doing something that was not worthy of being outsiders.

"To be honest, it feels great to escape under the enemy's nose."

Tyrion's words woke up Charles, the picture disappeared, everything in front of him returned to normal, and then he saw that his face was not flushed and gasping, "It felt like he had sex with three prostitutes in a row, and it was too late to have fun. Who would still remember the feces bucket?"

Shire was speechless, then turned around and walked towards his tent.

Seeing this, the short man hurriedly followed his butt: "Hey, you really don't think about it anymore. Maybe you have a way to save that smelly place. Stark sent someone to notify him, but I think it might not be too late."

"There is no need to think about it. I can't fly if I'm so far away." Charles responded perfunctorily as he walked.

This tone was obviously rejected, but as soon as he finished speaking, Tyrion glanced at him with a little doubt: "You look different from what you did when you first heard about this."

"It's different? It's just your illusion."

“I never had a wrong vision.”

"You may be so confident when you stand on the walls of Luanhe City?"

The dwarf seemed to have not heard the sarcasm in his words and said to himself: "The mind is a weapon, and the eyes are the tip of the sword. If he looks like this, if he is not sharp-eyed, he will not know if he will be pushed into the pit one day."

"So are you going to put on a black robe? Or are you waiting for the head to be cut off by Lord Kastark who is eager to take revenge? Or wait for Lannister to redeem you?"

"I'm thinking about how to say that the Wizard can let me go."

"Unless you are a pretty girl."

...

In fact, Stark has made a decision about the arrangements of this Lannister - he is going to take the guy to Winterfell and investigate something thoroughly.

So now the two of them are just chatting casually.

"Do you think you're too stupid?"

"Stupid? Of course, who would take the initiative to deliver it to your door except idiots?"

"No matter how stupid you are, you have done a good thing."

"What?"

Charles did not answer. After glanced at him, he put down the curtain of the camp and blocked Tyrion, who looked thoughtful, from the door.

Then he thought about it and held the scepter at the head of the bed.

Although everything in the unique picture and attribute column is amazing, Charles did not forget the initiator of all this.

Or, he, the "assistant", had so many changes last night, what about the scepter itself?

After careful examination, Charle finally placed his eyes on the cheek of the Seven Gods.

Looking inward along those strange eyes like stars, he vaguely saw a world.

The dragon wanders, the ghost flies, the black world, countless gray shadows form a gray ocean.
Chapter completed!