Balistan Seermi wrote in dim lights.

The books in front of him occupied half of the desktop, with gold hinges and silk threads bound together thousands of pages of high-quality white kraft paper, and a few gold-toned texts arranged on the dark brown cover.

"The Book of the White Knight"

The quill rustled on the white paper:

"Whoever you are, when you read this, you have roughly learned about all the stories of the Imperial Guards in history."

"Some of them become heroes, others are weak, liars or cowards, some are greedy for wealth, some are eager for power, and some are serious sins."

"There are always some people who can still restrain themselves and return to courtesy, perform their duties, and end up with a sword."

The quill paused.

“But everything has become history.”

The white-haired knight put down his quill and fell into deep thought.

When did people suddenly realize that the world of the past no longer exists?

Whether it is the king in the palace or the swineherd in the horse shed, they are no different from the ants on the ground.

He looked up at the window, his eyes passed through the gloomy mist that enveloped the entire old town and fell on the towering tower in the distance.

The giant tower that was originally towering into the clouds was only half left at this time, and several huge dents were arranged near the jagged fracture.

It seemed as if a giant hand had held the entire towering tower in his palm, leaving a huge handprint on the wall of the tower.

When did that black-haired young man appear in front of the world for the first time?

Or was it a shocking glance at the martial arts competition in Junlin?

He shook his head, probably not.

After pondering for a moment, I picked up the quill again.

"At the end of this book, what I want to tell you is the last story of the Royal Guards--"

"The King's Landing Massacre."

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When the crossbow arrow shot into Elyn Pine's tongueless mouth, everyone at the scene fell into a brief stagnation.

Kneeling on the ground, Ned Stark only felt the cold sword tip brushing his cheek, but the expected death and nothingness did not come.

He opened his eyes and saw that the long sword "Cold Ice" had landed on the ground, with a few strands of his own hair next to it.

Elyn Pine was lying on the ground, with half a crossbow arrow showing on the back of his head.

A dead silence enveloped the entire square.

"Ah!! Killed!!"

I don’t know who was the first to shout it out, but the onlookers under the high platform immediately started to mess up, and the screams of the women came one after another.

"There are assassins! Protect the king!"

Ned heard the voice of Genos Slint, and the treacherous commander of the Golden Robe was the first to react.

The five imperial guards on the high platform pulled out their swords at the same time, and more than 100 golden robes who maintained order from the audience immediately clenched the spear in their hands.

Stark raised his head with difficulty and happened to see five figures squeezed out of the chaotic crowd.

They are those five foreigners!

They pushed away a few civilians who had been scared and headed straight for the platform.

The few people no longer looked as embarrassed as before. They were wearing exquisite and strange armor, and the weapons in their hands were flowing coldly. They seemed to be carrying a spare long sword behind them. The white-haired man walked in front and held a strange-shaped scimitar in his hand.

"Assassin! Assassin!" Joffrey also noticed several uninvited guests and screamed loudly: "Stop them!"

The closest few golden robes immediately set off, and one of them boldly stabbed a spear at Geralt.

The white wolf tilted his head to avoid the tip of the spear, slid it on the scimitar, cut off the soldier's arms with one knife, and the spear landed with two broken hands on it.

Several other witch hunters had also come closer. They did not even act in a battle posture. They just casually opened the spears, as if they were pulling a few straws away. The steel sword in their hands solved the other four golden robes with one blow.

The defense line was torn apart in an instant, and the garrison's blocking could not even disrupt the pace of several people.

The shrill screams and the splattering blood completely lost order for the onlookers. People fled in all directions, trampled on each other, and blocked the golden robes that were trying to gather around the square. The witch hunters took advantage of this gap and flipped over the platform.

The nobles on the platform were in chaos.

Beris and Varis were stunned.

The commander of the golden robe, Genos, retreated to the back of the Royal Guards.

The fat bishop fell to the ground in panic, shouting in his mouth that the seven gods were blessed.

Cersei was in a daze, and Joffrey grabbed his mother's skirt, his expression twisted in horror, and his mouth kept screaming vague orders.

Although several Royal Guards, including the Hunter, drew their long swords, they seemed to be hesitating whether to come forward to take the battle.

All of them watched the martial arts competition two months ago, and at this time they had already recognized the "assassins" in front of them, the strangers who appeared in the group competition.

Geralt glanced at the five imperial guards on the platform. His face was no longer like an ordinary person at this time. His pale skin was covered with blue lines and his lips were black and purple, like a corpse that was poisoned.

"One person..." Bai Lang shook off the blood from the long sword, cut open the rope that tied Ned's hands with one knife, and said coldly: "Fight quickly."

Several other witch hunters nodded and formed a line of defense around Ned.

Ned finally understood completely that these people were here to save him!

"Kill... Kill them!" Joffrey finally straightened his tongue: "Kill Ed Stark!!"

Preston Greenfield was the first to rush up, the white cloak spread out in the wind, and the short King's Iron Guard became the "tall" of his brothers at this time.

His opponent is Eskal.

The sword that was stabbed was easily avoided by the witch hunter, but the Imperial Guards were obviously more experienced than the Golden Robes. Preston twisted his strength and changed the front spear to a horizontal slash, forcing Escar to raise his sword to defend.

Bang! The two swords intersected, and Preston felt himself slashing on the stone.

Before he could react, the witch hunter's hand had already grabbed it, locking his sword-holding wrist like an iron plier.

The witch hunter blocked the knight's slash with one hand.

Preston felt his wrist being crushed.

The severe pain made him scream, and he tried his best to lift his feet and kick Eskal on the waist, but the witch hunter didn't move like a statue.

The Imperial Guard watched the other party raise his sword and suddenly penetrate into the gap in his face armor.

The steel sword pierced through, and the blood-stained sword tip pierced from behind the Imperial Guard's head.

The knight who had lost his life knelt heavily on the ground. Eskal did not pull out the long sword, but held the hilt of the sword and lifted it hard.

Preston's head was "pried" directly from his spine, flew more than ten meters away, and a bright red trajectory spilled in the air.

The headless corpse lay down to the ground with a bang, and the brutal and bloody scene once again caused a riot among the crowd.

The witch hunters did not give the knights time to react. They stepped forward and pressed towards their respective selected targets.

Geralt walked straight to Marin Rant,

Marlin, who had dealt with the Bravos chief swordsman a few days ago, was still a little confident at first, but soon realized that he had encountered an opponent of a completely different level.

The white-haired man's sword was faster than Cialio, and his strength was several times higher. With a few slashes, he completely lost his center of gravity.

When he saw his opponent's figure again, the white-haired man had already raised his scimitar with both hands.

This blow will be very heavy!

The Imperial Guard raised his sword to defend in panic.

The long sword slashed down, and the sound of the impact resounded throughout the square. The sword in Marin's hand was bent, and the huge force made his arms dislocate and he knelt on the ground with a loud bang.

When he raised his head, he saw that the white-haired man had raised his scimitar again.

A cold light flashed, and Marin felt a chill running through her body from top to bottom.

Then everything fell into darkness.

Geralt shook the blood from the long sword, and Marin Rant knelt in front of him, his shoulders twisted, and his eyes had lost their spirit.

First, the platinum helmet cracked in half and fell to the ground with two bangs.

Immediately afterwards, the gorgeous Royal Guard's breastplate was also divided into two, and the last blood mark appeared in the center of Marin's face and then extended to the chest and abdomen.

With a sticky sound, the whole body of the Imperial Guard cracked in half, and colorful internal organs spilled all over the floor. Blood splashed out from the cut heart, dyeing half of the platform red.

The fat bishop fainted.

The fat Berlos Braun was completely panicked. He was killed by Lambert without much resistance. The platinum armor was torn apart, and the yellow fat flowed out of it.

Manden Moore resisted for the longest time, but was eventually beheaded by Visemir with a sword. His huge head rolled to the side, and his light gray eyes widened and rounded, as if he was a little more angry than when he was alive.

In an instant, Sandor Clicang was the only one left of the five royal guards.

"Go away!" The hunting dog roared at the stunned Genos.

He picked up Joffrey who was already talking nonsense and Cersei, and pushed him to the Golden Robe Commander: "Take the king and the queen mother away! Then transfer all the garrisons of King's Landing!"
To be continued...