Chapter 185 The Unburnt One

The church became quiet, and only faint sounds of killing could be heard from the distance.

Six horses can carry six people.

But now there are more than forty people in the church.

Of the more than forty people, only thirteen are still standing.

Even if we ignore the wounded soldiers who cannot stand up, these thirteen people are not enough.

Although you may not be able to break out of the encirclement by riding a horse, staying here is really a dead end.

No one wants to give up this last glimmer of hope.

"I am the commander, I will make the assignments." Samwell said without hesitation.

No one spoke.

These days, they have all seen Samwell's achievements. It can be said that without this Baron of Eagle's Beak Island whose combat capability is terrifying, they would not have been able to hold on in the heart of the Dornish people for so long.

In fact, the fact that the Iron Throne army was able to attack this time was largely due to the fact that they had held on to the temple for so long and contained so many troops.

Therefore, everyone is convinced by Commander Samwell, both in terms of identity and strength.

"Dickon Tully, Lucas Dane, Cato, Robert Royce, Ferrer Royce, William Stone. You six, mount up!"

Three River Bend people and three Valley people, a very fair distribution.

And most importantly, there is no Samwell himself.

In this way, those who are forced to stay will not have any complaints - the commander himself has stayed, so why are you clamoring?

"Brother! I won't leave!" Dickon started to yell.

"Lord Caesar, please allow me to give up my place to you." Lucas also advised.

"Sir..." Attendant Cato also spoke hesitantly.

"Shut up!" Samwell said, "This is an order! I'm not negotiating with you! Hurry! Mount your horse! Your mission is to rush out!"

"elder brother!"

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Samwell glared at his brother fiercely, "Don't think that rushing out is the only way to survive. You might die faster than me!"

Dickon gritted his teeth and seemed to be trying his best to prevent himself from crying.

Samwell did not look at him and urged the six of them: "Hurry! Mount your horse! This is an order!"

After saying that, he stepped forward and moved the statue of Heavenly Father blocking the door.

…

"Your Highness, leave quickly! Leave these people alone!"

"You go first, I want to avenge Obaya."

Count Quentin looked hesitant.

Prince Oberyn seemed to see through his mind and said:

"Take your son with you and leave quickly!"

"Yes, Your Highness." Count Quentin quickly led his second son away who had just become the prince's attendant.

Prince Oberyn took a sip of strong wine and was about to give the order to attack, when he suddenly saw that the pile of things blocking the door of the church had been moved away.

Are you ready to surrender?

Prince Oberyn thought, with a bloodthirsty smile on his lips, you will die if you surrender!

But the next second, the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded in the church.

Prince Oberyn's expression changed slightly and he shouted:

"Attention! They are coming out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw six people and six cavalry rushing out of the gate.

Just as the Dornish soldiers were about to surround them, a fiery red light lit up from the door, exploded instantly, and tore a bloody hole in the Dornish position.

And the six men and six cavalry just happened to break out of the bloody mouth.

After Samwell struck out with this sword, he was slightly out of breath.

He turned around, looked at the six soldiers standing behind him and the wounded soldiers deep in the hall who could no longer stand up, and showed a smile:

"You can all sing the song of the Seven Gods, right?"

Everyone nodded in silence, with a death wish in their eyes.

Samwell stood the flaming red sword in front of him and said:

"Okay, then let us sing loudly to the Seven Gods and fight to the last moment under their witness!"

"Fight till the end!"

The seven people in the church stood tall and proud, as if there were thousands of troops behind them.

“The countenance of our heavenly Father is firm and strong, judging error and upholding justice.”

During the singing, the Dornishmen had already rushed over.

"Our Lady brings the blessing of life and protects and cares for every woman."

Samwell drives [Dawn] and swings the second sword.

The flaming sword light swept towards the door and cut off the Dornish soldiers who were rushing forward.

At the same time, whether it was a mistake or intentional, the flaming sword light also hit the pile of wooden statues next to the door that were originally used to block the door, and the fire suddenly ignited.

"A warrior stands before his enemies, holding a bow and a sword."

The Dornishmen swarmed, their spears like a forest of steel.

The sword light of [Dawn] is like a raging mountain fire, sweeping over.

The third sword.

Samwell's whole body was numb, and the giant sword in his hand seemed to be extremely heavy.

"The old woman is old and wise, and can predict the future of everyone's destiny."

Only the last three voices sang.

Is it coming to an end?

Samwell's vision began to blur, and the fire began to spread on the walls of the temple, but...

Not fast enough.

However, when he mentioned [Dawn], he could no longer swing the next sword.

Is it coming to an end?

Dornish spears gathered around again.

Their faces were distorted and deformed in the smoke, making them unreal.

The world seemed to slow down suddenly.

A short moment, but it was infinitely stretched, stretched, stretched...

Bang!

Samwell heard his own heartbeat.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The short and powerful heartbeat seemed to be the only main sound in this world.

The blood surged violently in his body, and he felt abundant power again!

No!

Never ends!

[Dawn] rekindled the raging fire and waved it around——

The fourth sword!

"The blacksmith toils diligently day and night, the hammer bellows and the furnace fire burns."

combustion.

The fiery ring of fire expanded outwards, sweeping away the Dornish soldiers and setting more statues, tables, chairs, and wooden walls on fire.

Samwell once again experienced the feeling of stagnant thinking.

It turns out that just now, he finally succeeded in converting spiritual attributes into strength attributes!

Feeling the surging power in his body, Samwell laughed loudly and swung the giant sword in his hand again——

The fifth sword!
To be continued...