In Winterfell, the solemn but not booming words of the 'Black Crow Green Seer' directly reached the ears of tens of thousands of the Northern Alliance and commoners.
Even though it wasn't specifically aimed at them, but merely the aftershock of the pressure Jacaerys was enduring,
it caused the legs of these tens of thousands of the Northern Alliance and commoners to involuntarily soften, making them directly fall to their knees with a thud.
Outside the city, the Children of the Forest, who had become extremely conspicuous due to the White Walkers falling to the ground, were also forced to their knees by this pressure.
Green Prophet Qingmiao, as a transcendent, possessed some resistance, but after feeling that great power, she willingly and sincerely knelt down.
Even Moondancer, flying in the sky, seemed to be intimidated by the presence radiating a terrifying aura, and directly landed on top of a tower in Winterfell.
Winterfell, which had previously been filled with earth-shattering shouts of killing, suddenly became extremely quiet, and all still breathing lifeforms tried their best to minimize their presence.
So that the terrifying presence atop the two giant creatures would overlook them.
If viewed from the sky, the countless ghouls turned corpses lying on the ground outside Winterfell's city gate at this moment seemed to be prostrating themselves before the two giant creatures.
And the tens of thousands of humans inside the city, from the other side, were kneeling before the two giant creatures, or rather, the two figures atop them.
"Mortal, you first killed my follower, now you have destroyed my piece and ruined my grand plan.
Now you even dare to stand before me like this?
This is all a provocation to the dignity of a god!
Do you perhaps believe the otherworldly god behind you is more powerful, and think I wouldn't dare to annihilate your soul?"
Looking at Jacaerys, who consistently refused to kneel before him, the 'Black Crow Green Seer', who had just been extremely indifferent, showed anger on his face.
His voice, as cold as ten thousand years of frost, once again poured into Jacaerys's mind.
First killed his follower? Does he mean... the Night King from before?
Piece, ruined plan!
So the Black Crow Green Seer was just a captured cicada, who obtained a method to become a god and wanted to ascend to the divine throne using it?
Bullshit, he had long been secretly plotted against by a god possessing great power.
If the Black Crow Green Seer had truly successfully conquered the north and then used it to achieve godhood, he would most likely have just become a vessel for this great god.
As for which god he truly was, it was essentially revealed when he referred to the Night King as his follower.
"Great Great Cold God? I have no provocation towards you.
The reason I killed your follower and piece is because they wanted to kill us and plunder our land.
And we naturally wanted to survive and protect our land, so we had no choice but to resist and kill them.
If you are willing to stop here, I am willing to lead all the people of the Seven Kingdoms to believe in you!"
Looking at the Black Crow Green Seer, who was clearly on a different power level and claimed to be a god.
Jacaerys bowed respectfully, then replied with a sincere tone.
There was nothing he could do, he wasn't the cliche overpowered protagonist from novels in his previous life.
In this world where gods truly existed, a deity clearly possessing power beyond the ordinary had descended before Jacaerys.
His first consideration was how to survive himself, and how to let everyone who trusted him and fought for him survive.
Rather than arrogantly spouting brainless words like 'I will slaughter gods, kill gods!'
As soon as Jacaerys finished speaking, the Great Cold God, who was already burning with rage because the Black Crow Green Seer had been killed, suddenly laughed in extreme anger: "Great Cold God? So, you ants are all like that traitor R'hllor, using such a title to slander me!
Haha, very good!
Now let you properly experience the wrath of an ancient god, who has existed since the very beginning of this world!"
Words become law!
As soon as the words of this great being, who called himself an ancient god, fell, countless sharp ice cones the size of bamboo shoots instantly drilled out from the snowy ground.
Ah!!!
The forest-like ice cones spread outwards with the two of them at the center.
Inside the city gate, the feet of the Northern Coalition Army soldiers who were still alive were instantly pierced by the sharp ice cones.
Bright red blood flowed directly down the sharp ice cones, and the screams of countless ordinary soldiers immediately rose and fell.
Moreover, the ancient god's attack was far from over!
The snowflakes continuously falling from the sky suddenly stopped, and then, countless sharp ice needles the size of toothpicks descended from the sky.
Zzz zzz zzz!
The sky-filling ice needles pierced into the bodies of all humans and animals inside and outside Winterfell in a carpet-like manner, with at least a hundred tiny ice needles piercing each person's body.
Louder screams and wails than before rang out, as if they were about to pierce the clouds near Winterfell.
Listening to the screams rising and falling around him, the ancient god was like someone enjoying beautiful music, reveling in the pleasure brought by the humans' screams.
With the ancient god's power, if he had just made the ground ice cones or sky ice needles larger,
perhaps he could have easily killed all the ordinary humans near Rosby.
But he deliberately didn't do that, seemingly specifically choosing such a painful and torturous method to let everyone slowly die.
Previously, when the White Walkers fought against the Northern Coalition Army soldiers, it was basically the ghoul soldiers being massacred.
But they were originally corpses and would not bleed anymore.
Now, large amounts of bright red blood soaked the accumulated snow on the ground, and the dazzling red was continuously spreading outwards.
Whoosh!
And now, only one person in the entire area could withstand the ancient god's magic and launch an attack.
Jacaerys strode forward, his two Valyrian steel longswords whistling as they slashed fiercely towards the ancient god.
Since this damned ancient god had made such a move, Jacaerys knew this meant the conflict between the two sides was irreconcilable.
In his eyes, the ancient god was no longer a god with great power, high above all others.
But from a scientific perspective, merely a higher lifeform that had mastered some unknown power!
As long as it was a living being, it could be killed!
The ancient god looked at the attacking Jacaerys with disdainful and indifferent eyes.
With a thought, a large number of ice needles falling from the sky around him rapidly condensed together, forming a rectangular ice brick to block between the two.
It's possible! He doesn't seem to know that the Valyrian steel longswords in my hand have magic-breaking effects!
Seeing the ancient god's response, Jacaerys couldn't help but feel a surge of joy in his heart, and the strength in his hands holding the swords continuously surged upwards.
He now wanted to take advantage of the ancient god's arrogance, deliver a full-power strike, and directly eliminate this arrogant fellow.
Clang!
The Valyrian steel longswords, carrying Jacaerys's immense strength, slashed fiercely onto the ice brick, emitting a loud golden collision sound.
This ice brick, condensed by the ancient god's magic, neither dissipated due to the magic-breaking properties of the two Valyrian steel longswords nor was it shattered by the Valyrian steel longswords.
Jacaerys's full-power strike only left a shallow white mark on the ice brick!
Looking at Jacaerys, whose face was full of disbelief, the ancient god's eyes moved, and several ice bricks rapidly condensed from ice needles flew directly towards Jacaerys.
Crack!
Facing this casual strike from the ancient god, Jacaerys dared not be careless at all.
He held the two Valyrian steel longswords with his strongest power and fiercely slashed at the ice bricks flying towards him.
Pfft!
Unexpectedly, as soon as the two collided, the immense force caused Jacaerys to suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood.
But the ancient god displayed a constant stream of methods, and Jacaerys heard him pour his unknown language into his mind.
"Fall into darkness!"
Almost as soon as the words fell, Jacaerys's vision began to dim, eventually falling into complete darkness.
Damn, what kind of magic is this?
His vision plunged into darkness, and Jacaerys, blind for the first time, began to feel a little flustered.
Rip!
Fortunately, this darkness didn't last too long, a flash of light crossed Jacaerys's eyes, and he could open them again.
Thud!
But just as he opened his eyes, an ice-blue arm suddenly grabbed Jacaerys's neck fiercely.
As an irresistible immense force came, Jacaerys's entire body was directly lifted into the air.
"Hmm? It seems you don't possess the divine power of the otherworldly god.
So you rely on this dragon to dare provoke a god?
Then..."
The ancient god, lifting Jacaerys with one hand, spoke to him indifferently while looking down at Womax, who was restrained and unable to move by the giant mud man.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
Three huge ice spikes, seventeen or eighteen meters long, condensed from the ground, and then, driven by some great power, shot straight towards the immobile Womax.
Rip, rip...
Womax's two dragon legs were each pierced by a huge ice spike, and the last ice spike entered from its back and exited through its chest.
Roar wail!!!
Womax, suffering an unprecedented fatal heavy injury, let out an extremely mournful wail.
Large streams of hot dragon blood flowed from Womax's huge body, down the giant ice spikes to the ground, even melting the already frozen ground!
"It's your turn! Tell me yourself, how should I punish you, this blasphemer?"
Looking at Jacaerys, whose face showed despair because Womax had suffered a fatal injury, the ancient god asked him with interest.
Jacaerys wasn't listening to what the ancient god was saying at all, hearing Womax's gradually weakening wails.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Northern Coalition Army soldiers inside Winterfell, continuously being impaled by ice spikes like hedgehogs and constantly tortured.
Despair, unwillingness, pain, and many other negative emotions surged in his heart.
Since transmigrating to this world, he had been carefully calculating every step.
Now, after finally ascending the Iron Throne with great difficulty, he was about to be turned into nothing by this so-called ancient god before him.
Jacaerys had just used all his strength, but it couldn't pose any threat to this ancient god at all.
What else could be done?
That's right, I still have over a hundred thousand attribute points accumulated that I haven't added.
Perhaps there's still a chance!
As his thoughts turned, it was as if a bright lamp named hope was lit in a world of darkness.
Jacaerys looked down at Womax at his feet, and the data panel for attributes immediately appeared before his eyes.
He had no other choice now, so he could only choose to upgrade one of the attributes...
[Spend 100000 attribute points to upgrade Glutton (Purple) to Orange attribute?
Warning: Orange quality attributes will cause large-scale interaction with this world, resulting in a series of unknown changes!]
As Jacaerys's mind moved, the warning prompt he had seen before appeared again.
However, this time it would cause large-scale interaction and a series of unknown changes.
But it didn't matter!
Could anything be worse than the current situation?
Hmm? What's happening?
The ancient god was looking at Jacaerys, who was full of despair yet showed a hint of hope, with a half-smile expression.
But suddenly, as if sensing something, he directly dropped Jacaerys from his hand, and an ice ladder appeared beneath his feet, carrying him into the air.
Afterwards, the ancient god was surprised to find that streams of blood were being drawn by a mysterious force, converging towards Jacaerys from all directions.
Whoosh, whoosh!
These drops of blood gathered into a stream, and then streams gathered into an incredibly huge, enchanting blood ball whose surface rippled like waves.
At this moment, it could be said that all the injured humans in Winterfell could feel that the blood in their bodies was being pulled by some force.
After flowing out of their bodies, it shot towards the direction of the two giant creatures outside the city gate, and then merged into the increasingly large enchanting blood ball.
What was most astonishing was that the hot dragon blood flowing from the huge dragon body of Womax beneath Jacaerys's feet was also being pulled, and then directly merged into the enchanting blood ball in the sky.
When it condensed to a certain extent, this enchanting blood ball split into two.
They shot towards Jacaerys and Womax respectively.
Gurgle!
Jacaerys, who had directly absorbed all the blood with his body, suddenly raised his head, his blood-red eyes piercing into the ancient god's heart like sharp swords, causing a strong sense of crisis to rise within him.
Roar!!!
Womax, who had previously been restrained and unable to move by the giant mud man, also broke free directly.
Its eyes were also completely red at this moment, as if it had entered a berserk state simultaneously with Jacaerys.
The ancient god didn't say any more nonsense; he stretched out his hands forward, and then fiercely clenched them towards Jacaerys and Womax.
The gray clouds, under which countless tiny ice needles were falling, solidified, and an ice-blue giant palm large enough to cover the sky extended from within the gray clouds.
It reached straight towards Jacaerys and Womax, who had not yet made any move.
Boom!
Just as this pair of sky-covering giant palms were about to grasp Jacaerys and Womax in their hands.
An incomparably vast column of enchanting blood-red light erupted from Jacaerys and Womax.
This blood-colored light column was purely formed by the vaporization of the blood Jacaerys and Womax had just absorbed, and its eruptive force was as violent as a volcanic eruption.
Whoosh!
The blood-colored light column, shooting straight into the sky, directly severed the front halves of this pair of ice-blue giant palms that were about to close, and the fingers that fell into the blood-colored light column were directly melted away.
At the same time, the blood-colored light column, its momentum undiminished, poured into the gray clouds in the sky.
The sky-filling gray clouds were directly dispersed.
The sun, which had been hidden by the gray clouds for a long time, revealed its true form, and the warm winter sun illuminating everything filled the hearts of all who looked at Jacaerys with a sense of hope.
Jacaerys in the blood-colored light column looked at the ancient god, who had a shocked expression, with his blood-red eyes, and spoke calmly: "We were weaker than you, so you saw us as ants and crushed us at will.
Now, in my eyes, you are also an ant!
Since you call yourself a god, then I, this ordinary person, will kill a god today!"