Chapter 483 Miracles

   Coronation?

  Hearing the archbishop's last words, Samwell's heart was instantly filled with anger.

  According to the previous agreement, this time he came to the Baelor Cathedral only to receive the blessing of the Seven Gods, not to accept the coronation.

  But under the watchful eyes of everyone, the archbishop unexpectedly gave the king a coronation while blessing him without authorization.

  Although the archbishop did not put a crown on the king, the appearance of the word coronation was enough to anger Samwell.

  He became king of the Seven Kingdoms without the consent of the church.

  But at this moment, Samwell couldn't take care of his anger, because he suddenly discovered that his attribute panel had changed.

  His title changed from Storm King to King of the Seven Kingdoms.

   And more importantly, the free attribute points have also increased by 50 points!

  Actually, when he ascended the Iron Throne before, Samwell wondered why there was no movement on the attribute panel.

   At that time, he thought it was because he was already king, and there was no essential difference in terms of title between the Storm King and the King of the Seven Kingdoms, but he did not expect that after being crowned in the Baylor Cathedral, the attribute panel finally changed.

  This result made him wonder whether he should be angry at the archbishop's self-assertion, or thank the other party for doing him a great favor.

  Samwell actually has a lot of doubts about his attribute panel, such as how it judges the change of title?

   First of all, it should not be based on changes in strength.

  When he had nothing, the canonization of Margaery Tyrell made him a knight, and also made the attribute panel appear for the first time.

   As for the second time when he became a baron, his castle had not yet been built. According to the prevailing rules, he was not eligible to be knighted, but the canonization of the Duke of Metz still changed the attribute panel.

   Later, after he captured Storm's End, the attribute panel did not change. It was not until he was recognized by the Duke of Mace that the title on the attribute panel became the Earl of Storm's End.

  In this way, it seems that the recognition of the superior is the key.

  But the fourth time when he crowned himself on Blood Reef Island and was recognized by the nobles of the Stormlands, the attribute panel also changed.

   It seems that the support of subordinates has the same effect.

   But if this is the case, then when Samwell captured King’s Landing, ascended the Iron Throne, and made the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms kneel at their feet, why did the attribute panel not move?

   Is the coronation of the archbishop also an indispensable condition?

   Or does he need the approval of the Seven Gods?

  Samwell raised his head, his gaze slowly sweeping across the statue of the Seven Gods.

  He didn't feel any breath fluctuations from above.

Compared with the active red god, the hidden and unknown old god, the Ghis gods who are about to move, and the cold **** who is about to bring boundless terror, the seven gods most commonly believed in in Westeros are as quiet as if they are not at all. same as existence.

  Samwell has always believed that the Seven Gods are just false gods fabricated by the Andals, just for the convenience of unifying beliefs and maintaining rule.

   Now it seems that there may be something strange in it?

  Samwell understands that as he ascends to the pinnacle of human power, he will be involved in the battles and conspiracies of the gods in the future.

   There are so many lunatics in the Targaryen family, is it really a genetic defect?

  There are also those so-called "Dragon Dream" prophecies, which may not be without deep malice.

   Not to mention the White Walkers that will come with the winter, no one knows how terrifying they are.

  At such a juncture, fifty free attribute points are naturally extremely important, so important that the archbishop's offense seems insignificant.

  Samwell is now more concerned about where these free attribute points should be added.

  Because attribute points cannot be added separately, he can only choose one among strength, agility, and spirit.

   There is no doubt that spirit is the most suitable choice.

  Because Samwell knows that this attribute is the key to distinguishing mortals from gods, and it is the way for him to peep into the deepest mysteries of this world.

  No matter how much strength and agility are improved, at most it can only make him invincible in the world.

  The spirit is the ladder of detachment.

  Thinking of this, Samwell no longer hesitated, and decisively added the free attribute points to the spirit.

   There was a ripple-like change on the attribute panel, and then the mental attribute increased from the original 42.78 to 92.78.

  Suddenly, Samwell found himself as if suddenly stripped from the world.

  The body is still in place, but the consciousness has risen to the sky. Looking down, everything in the entire King's Landing City seems to be invisible before his eyes.

  From the ants crawling in the shadows to the giant dragons flying in the sky, from the lowly poor in the flea nests to the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms in the temple, the billions of creatures in the entire city seem to be under his control.

   It seems that he can let them live and let them die as long as he wants.

  At this moment, Samwell felt as if he had become a god!

  But in the next second, boundless fear shrouded his head like a dark cloud.

  Samwell raised his head stiffly, and saw countless violent elements rolling and sweeping in the boundless sky, like a raging sea, as if it could swallow everything.

  In a trance, he floated higher and higher uncontrollably, towards the "sea" suspended in the sky, like a moth to a flame.

   Just when Samwell's consciousness was about to be submerged in the elemental spray, a loud dragon chant suddenly sounded.

  Samwell woke up suddenly, only to realize that he had landed on the back of the white dragon and was being carried by it to fly down.

  Recalling the experience just now, Samwell broke out in a cold sweat.

  He turned his head again and looked at the sea high in the sky, with boundless fear surging in his heart.

  The illusion that everything was under control disappeared immediately.

  Before such great power, he was still as insignificant as an ant.

  Hoo—

  The white dragon swooped down and landed on the dome of the Baelor Great Sept. Samwell sank into the hall, only to find that he was still standing in place.

  Is this a soul out of body?

   While thinking, he threw himself into his body.

  The moment he entered his body, Samwell felt a joy from the depths of his soul and a sense of security like the warm current of a hot spring.

  The coercion brought by the terrifying sea far away in the sky disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.

   That illusion of control reappears.

  Countless crystal clear illusory light spots appeared around his body, which were flame elves waving to him.

At the same time, Samwell's eyes turned dark gold, and then shone with golden light, gradually turning into a illusory golden mist that floated upwards, and the black hair gradually turned into blonde hair from the roots, Until it completely becomes the form of blond hair and golden eyes.

  He was not considered handsome at first, but in a blink of an eye he was so handsome that ordinary people feel ashamed and hard to look at him directly.

  Like a brilliant sun, it seems that if you take a peek, you will be burned.

  Everyone in the entire prayer hall stared at this change dumbfounded. In their eyes, Caesar exuded an aura of majesty that couldn't be seen directly, so they couldn't help but want to worship.

   This breath became stronger and stronger, and finally, someone couldn't bear it and knelt down.

   One by one, not long after, all the nobles from the seven countries who came to watch the ceremony knelt down before the king.

  The archbishop closest to Samwell was under the greatest pressure.

  The thin body under the rough sackcloth trembled like chaff, and bright red blood flowed from his eyes, mouth and nose.

  Plopped all over, the archbishop knelt down in front of Caesar.

   "I'm guilty!" he hissed.

   It seems to have seen some extremely terrifying scene.

   "Seven Gods, save me!" He reached out and pulled out his eyeballs.

   "Help me!" He punched his teeth and knocked them out.

   "Save—" Jianli's howl turned into orange-red flames and sprayed out.

   Numerous blisters appeared on his skin, which quickly festered and burned... The archbishop burned from the inside out.

   But there was no sound in the prayer hall at this time.

   No one exclaimed, and no one went to save the poor archbishop.

  Everyone fell to their knees.

   Only Caesar stood, watching the archbishop turn to ashes in front of him.

   In the eyes, there are golden flames beating.

  (end of this chapter)