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Chapter 168 - Steam Jet

Boom~

A dull thud came from the entrance of the great hall.

Hundreds of eyes immediately looked over. The heavy wooden door had disappeared, replaced by a solid gray-black stone wall!

The door was gone!

The window on the wall was shrinking!!

The enclosed great hall became even more chaotic and disorderly, with a cacophony of voices and an uproar.

"Silence!!"

Osha held up the Communication Token made of Dragon Glass, her voice deafening, echoing continuously in the narrow space.

The captains turned their heads.

Osha and the twenty people with her guarded the high platform of the Seastone Chair. The Ironborn who had charged closest had already been cut down and lay silent on the ground.

Three Krakens rolled down from the high platform and were just getting up.

Euron and his mutes had retreated to the wall, at least dozens of paces away from the Seastone Chair.

"Wet Hair" Euron pointed angrily at the high platform.

"Those who disrespect the Drowned God have taken the Seastone Chair! Ironborn, have you forgotten your bloodline? Kill them!"

"Bold!" Osha rebuked sharply.

"What is the Drowned God?! Just a mere servant of the true God! His Majesty the King, as an Emissary of the Gods, sitting on your seat is already a supreme grace! How dare you make noise!?"

The Ironborn became even more resentful.

"Wet Hair" Euron prayed incessantly to the Drowned God, uttering vicious curses and urging everyone to attack.

By this time, one or two hundred Pyke guards and captains had gathered in front of the high platform. Finally, they cast aside all fear and hesitation and charged together!

"Tear them apart!!"

"Kill!"

"Long live the Iron Islands! Long live the Reavers!!"

The ferocious Ironborn surged forward, raising their Swords, with throwing axes also hurled from various parts of the crowd.

Osha took half a step back and waved her hand.

Eight Holy Shield Warriors stood firm in front to protect, intercepting the throwing axes and dealing with the enemies at close range.

Another eight Holy Fire Warriors lined up behind them, drawing two Spray Guns from the Steam Sprayers on their backs, one in each hand, aiming at the enemy crowd.

Immediately after, Fire Magic Energy was injected!

The clean water in the sprayer's tank immediately boiled, and under the combined action of high temperature and high pressure, it turned into hundreds of degrees of steam, which sprayed out!

Hiss~~ Hiss~~

The invisible steam hit people's skin and Eyes, then cooled into white mist, transferring the scorching heat!

Baptism of Steam!

"Ah~~~ My Eyes! My Eyes!!"

"No~~ Ah~~"

More people simply wailed and screamed meaninglessly, unable to even express a clear word.

In an instant.

Below the high platform devolved into a Steam Hell.

The fresh smell of water vapor, mixed with a slight aroma of flesh, blew and spread throughout the entire great hall.

Many captains couldn't help but swallow, their hearts filled with shock and fear. Their steps slowed uncontrollably until they stopped or retreated.

"Stop!" Osha ordered.

The sixteen Steam Sprayers stopped simultaneously. The thick white steam at the muzzles gradually thinned and finally dissipated, leaving only the scalded Ironborn howling and rolling on the ground.

The Ironborn closest to the battlefield clearly witnessed the miserable state of their companions on the ground.

Lobster-red skin and stiff white wrinkled dead skin were already the most fortunate cases. A large, translucent blister was nothing. Brown or charred hard skin was truly beyond saving; they could only wait for death.

Isn't this Fire?

Why is it white? Water? Steam?

Magic?!

The Ironborn retreated in confusion and fear.

Then.

The great hall was dead silent, only the wails of the injured continued.

"Silence," Joffrey uttered a word.

Osha walked down the high platform and, together with the Holy Shield Warriors, finished off the noisy injured one by one, ensuring they ascended peacefully to heaven, or sank into the Flowing Palace.

The Ironborn who were standing only turned their heads slightly.

The situation was so obvious. Although King Joffrey's men numbered only twenty, they were worth everyone in the great hall.

Everyone's life and death rested on King Joffrey's whim.

Silence. Many looked at Crow's Eye in the corner. Could the power of the Valyrian Ruins resist King Joffrey's magic and save the Ironborn?

Crow's Eye was expressionless, only silent.

Asha forced a smile, "Your Majesty, your might is beyond doubt, the Iron Islands are willing to submit, please give your commands."

Victarion stirred, but in the end, did not object.

Euron's face was ashen.

Joffrey, however, seemed not to have heard at all, calmly extending his finger and pointing at the Ironborn one by one, "You, stand over here, you, stand over there..."

What did he mean?

The first Ironborn Captain pointed at hesitated slightly, and the nearest Holy Shield Warrior rushed to his side and slashed horizontally with a sword, separating head from body!

Everyone was immediately startled! After that, they dared not delay for a moment, much less ask questions.

Why were they divided like this?

To execute one side? Which side would die? Which side would live?

Or was it not so?

The Ironborn were full of doubts, but no one resisted.

Hope gives people motivation, fear makes people brave. But when hope and fear are mixed together, they create lambs to be slaughtered.

At this moment, there was only one sound in the great hall.

It was as if a judgment from the Gods, so majestic and terrifying, so sacred and solemn.

The longer the sound lasted, the more the Ironborn felt awe, and the more they felt small and humble, like shrimp, crabs, and worms in the sea, their life and death entirely depending on the sea's will.

Finally, the sound stopped.

After waiting for a moment, the Ironborn began to look at each other, hoping to find hope of survival in their companions.

None of the four Krakens were called out.

Joffrey extended his hand again, and everyone nervously followed his finger. It was a slave from Pyke.

"Faceless Man, won't you confess?"

The slave shook his head blankly, "King Sir, what is a Faceless Man? I don't know."

Joffrey said no more.

Two Holy Shield Warriors walked towards the slave. But even after being escorted to the high platform and bound all over by crawling steel chains, the slave was still a slave.

Let's see how long you can keep up the act.

Joffrey was very sure. He could feel a faint trace of Magic Power on this slave.

A slave? Heh.

"Asha." Joffrey looked at the girl in the middle of the great hall who had a respectful look on her face.

"Your father was murdered by this Faceless Man hired by Euron. I must admit, this was beyond my expectation."

Joffrey sighed.

"And you so willfully seized the Iron Islands. Now look, so much blood has to be shed."

Asha opened her mouth.

Those spraying monsters, however, had already walked down the high platform, approaching the crowd on one side.

Panic and clamor quickly erupted.

After distinguishing the faces on that side, Asha felt both heavy and relieved. Her uncle was not on that side, but most of the most famous captains who advocated the Old Way were among them.

Joffrey turned to the Ironborn on the side that had been spared.

"If even one person from that side escapes to you alive, you won't live either."

Sizzle~~

Steam descended again.

"Long live the Iron Islands, long live the Drumm family! Fight them!"

The suffering Ironborn cursed loudly.

"Cowards! Are you just going to watch your compatriots be slaughtered!?"

The Ironborn on the other side all had complicated expressions.

In the area not yet covered by steam, the Ironborn who were destined to die rushed towards the high platform, rushing towards the opposite side.

King Joffrey's declaration was still echoing in their ears.

Baler Blacktyde, the Lord of Blacktyde, drew his Sword and stabbed a Captain to death; he knew him.

Ironborn shall not shed each other's blood.

However.

At this moment, they couldn't care less.

"Wet Hair" Euron covered his face in pain, unable to bear witnessing the scene.

O Drowned God.

Punish these impious cowards and that wicked monstrous king!

Turn them into worms!!

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