Chapter 129 Royal Divine Authority

The sky at dawn was still gray, as dark as the night. The clouds were very low, like an ominous shadow covering the city. The strong wind chased the heavy rain, pouring down on the earth like a collapse of the sky.

In the prophet's hall of Vaes Dothrak, Bono spent a long night, with an uncertain fate of life and death. He listened to Mungo's detailed description of various methods of obtaining intelligence and monitoring and control in fear.

He often cast a fearful look at the khal, and he couldn't help shuddering every time he looked at him, because he felt that the other's calm eyes glowed in the shadows, like the eyes of a devil.

The turmoil of the soul that forbeared revenge had long disappeared, and he became more and more afraid in his heart, especially the unheard-of, almost demonic cruel punishment, which frightened him out of his wits.

All this completely destroyed his soul, aroused a terrible feeling of despair, awe and sinking, and tortured him so much that he took a lot of effort to restrain himself from going crazy.

He was numb physically and mentally, and completely lost his judgment. He felt that he was in the dark night, and there was still darkness outside the night. He was about to plunge into a bottomless abyss full of sin and terror.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly saved him. An armored warrior ran out of the door in a hurry and shouted in panic:

"Great Khal, the gods are angry, and heavy rain will flood the holy city."

"Let's go and see!"

The calm answer came from Mong's chest, just like someone else said. He stood up calmly and walked out of the temple slowly.

Vaes Dothrak stands on a flat grassland. The terrain is not high. After several centuries, it has even become a little concave. There are no canals in the city. If heavy rain continues, there is a risk of overturning.

As soon as he stepped out of the palace gate, the flying rain became more violent, like thousands of sharp arrows, overwhelming and unstoppable. The strong wind blew, rolling up countless water whips and lashing him fiercely.

Thunder roared in the sky, making a very terrible rumble, as if the bottom of the earth was also shaking. The trees were bent and howled by the storm, and the crackling of broken branches filled the entire road. The weeds were struggling, desperately grasping the earth, making the last effort. The frightened horses broke free from the reins, neighing and running around in the rain, trying to escape the invasion of the rainstorm.

Mengge held the hilt of "Crying Blood" in his hand, facing the wind and rain fearlessly, and walked forward fearlessly.

Seeing this, the blood guards who were originally panicked and lost showed a savage look on their faces, and immediately followed silently, as if there was an unconquerable force driving them.

He had just controlled the frightened horse and was about to get on the horse and lead people to patrol and rescue the severely affected urban areas.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the distance. He raised his head and looked to the north. He saw the impatient thunder roaring on the top of the mountain. The dazzling lightning illuminated the scary peak every moment and threatened the sky.

"The wrath of the gods!"

"Holy Mother Mountain! Doshikalim, the prophet is gone, who can save us?"

Many tribesmen gathered outside the prophet's temple to pray. They were trembling with fear at this terrible scene and knelt down to the Holy Mother Mountain uneasily. The whole city was immersed in the extinction of all hope.

Monggo's solemn expression froze, he straightened his chest, drew the scimitar from his waist, and shouted in a cold and clear voice:

"Dothraki, descendants of the horse god! We have experienced countless tests of death. Don't waste time on useless prayers. Thunderstorms are not worth fearing..."

Before he finished speaking, a rumble of thunder sounded, and even the little light left in the sky was obscured by dark clouds. The whole world became darker, as if it was suddenly shrouded in a long night.

The inspiring speech turned into a weak resistance. Everyone could only see the anger of the gods, roaring on the towering peak.

In the darkness, the blood guard heard the hoarse voice of the khal muttering: "The rampant gods, the arrival of the red comet, and the beginning of the recovery of magic, dare you threaten me?"

A dazzling light flashed, and lightning struck the roof of the Prophet's Temple. The blue light arc burst onto Monggo's body. He was unharmed, but the horse he was holding was like charcoal, twitching and falling down.

Then everything went quiet. Except for the blood guards who swore allegiance, everyone lay motionless on the ground.

Mungo kicked down the kneeling people who blocked his way and walked forward slowly. The blood guards behind him walked quickly to his side and surrounded him. He pushed these warriors away and walked forward alone, which made people feel a kind of steel-like perseverance.

He walked to the Avenue of the Gods, with unmatched momentum, standing with his head held high and chest held high. When he looked at the sky, his dark eyes shone brightly. The blood guards also stood nearby fearlessly, looking to the north side by side with the khal.

"King of Dothraki, great khal!" A hearty voice shouted:

"You are the source of faith of all loyal people and the power of heroic spirit. When you need it, I will keep my oath and move forward."

Bachelor Bas Porter, officer of affairs Orver, Norhat and others came quickly. They guarded in front of Mungo and handed their lives to the khal.

Mengge held the hilt tightly, the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter. He suddenly pulled out the scimitar and swung it under the thunder. Then he roared, accumulating the strength in his chest, and shouted with a powerful voice:

"What can you do to me!"

The wind blew up, and the heavy rain merged into a waterfall, like the raging waves of the North Sea, rolling and surging.

Mongol held up the "Weeping Blood" and pointed at the Mother Mountain under the sky. Everyone could feel a hidden power from him. He shouted loudly:

"Give the gods a piece of advice. If you are blood-eating evil gods, just stay in the shadows honestly. Look at the ruins of the gods under my feet. I will raise an army to fight in the future to avenge today. The magnificent temples you built will be destroyed. The flames and anger will engulf your thrones and believers. What can you do then?"

He kicked down the statues on both sides of the road, waved his arms like a giant, and roared loudly:

"I am a horse riding the world, I am the king of Dothraki, I am invincible, I can summon unparalleled power in the world, wail in despair! My arrival is the end of the gods!"

The end of the storm and the brightness of the sky are just a matter of a moment.

In this shout, even the thunder that was hanging a thousand pounds was in danger. The darkness instantly dissipated, and a high and clear blue gap appeared in the sky. The breeze and drizzle began to drift, and the dark clouds began to slowly roll and disperse.

A ray of sunlight broke through the hole in the clouds in front of him, shining like gold, so pleasant.

The rain gathered into many small streams on the road, flowing to the lower place, and then gathered into shallow lakes there. People smiled in the bright morning light, their hearts were full of joy, and they all sang songs to bless the great Kao.

In all the worlds, either the east wind suppressed the west wind, or the west wind suppressed the east wind. This time, the king's power prevailed over the divine power.