Chapter 224 - 225 - The Burning of Oldtown (I)

Chapter 224: Chapter 225 - The Burning of Oldtown (I)"My blood angel, the most honorable and trustworthy Primarch." Aenar Targaryen’s thoughts about Sanguinius.

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Aenar was in his room, sitting in a chair with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, revealing purple eyes. He lowered his gaze and saw a ten-year-old boy standing before him.

With golden hair and red eyes, he looked like a doll, so perfect was he, the most striking feature being the two small angelic wings on his back.

"My emperor-god." The boy knelt down and greeted Aenar with a big smile on his lips.

"Sanguinius." Aenar pronounced the boy’s name with a smile on his face.

Son of Mance Rayder and Della, Sanguinius.

"You’ve grown faster than expected." Aenar commented on the boy’s growth rate, who looked to be ten years old, even though he was barely two.

Sanguinius showed a calm and slightly proud expression. "Father’s blood is powerful," said the boy with a bright and charismatic smile.

The Father Sanguinius was talking about was Aenar himself, not Mance. After all, all Primarchs have his blood in their veins, so Aenar didn’t think it was wrong for Sanguinius to call him Father.

Looking at the boy who had simply inherited so much from him, Aenar smiled and caressed the boy’s head affectionately. "What are you doing here, brat?"



Sanguinius looked desperately at Aenar. It was obvious that the God-Emperor knew why he had come, but he was still pretending not to know.

"I want to go to Old Town and help the queens clean up that place cursed by the Ruinous Forces of Chaos." Sanguinius put aside any smile and spoke in a calm, deep tone. No one would believe that the boy was not even two years old.

"Then go." Aenar agreed, but looked at the boy, who was too calm, and said, "No seeing the future."

Aenar knew very well that seeing the future was terribly dangerous, and the feeling of terror and fear it would cause was something he did not want the young Sanguinius to experience.

Sanguinius nodded and accepted his orders with a serious and very obedient expression.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and Visenya, along with Kinvara, entered the room, although the Red Priestess was carrying a silver tray containing breakfast.

Visenya, who thought he would still be asleep, was surprised to find her husband sitting in his chair. Even more astonishing was the child kneeling before him. The queen’s lilac eyes looked at the white wings behind the child and she couldn’t help but open her mouth in shock.

Kinvara’s reaction was even more shocking. She looked at the angel before her and simply knelt down, staring at Aenar and the Angel with an extremely fanatical expression.

"Aenar, who is he?" Placing the silver tray under the table, Visenya asked, still curious about the Sanguinius.

"That’s Mance and Della’s son." Aenar ignored Kinvara’s reaction and replied in a calm tone.

Visenya looked at the boy with a shocked look. As far as she knew, Mance’s son was about a year and a half old, but the blond boy before her was about ten years old.

"He’s a Primarch, he grows and matures faster than any normal human." Aenar said casually, seeing Visenya’s shocked expression. Especially Sanguinius, who is one of the three most special Primarchs.

After thinking for a moment, Visenya, who had undergone the Blood Ritual, quickly accepted the idea of a one-and-a-half-year-old child looking like a ten-year-old. She herself had powers she never imagined she would have in her life, so what was accelerated growth compared to that?

Sanguinius looked at the queen and spoke in a respectful, confident, and warm tone. "I am Sanguinius, Primarch of the Blood Angels Legion."

Finding it funny that a child was acting like an adult, Visenya crouched down and pinched Sanguinius’ cheeks in an amused tone. "Hello Little Lord, you are very cute."

Sanguinius looked helpless at the queen’s actions. Cute? That adjective should never be associated with a powerful Primarch demigod, but here he was, unable to refute the queen’s words.

The Primarch looked to the God-Emperor for help, but he only saw amusement in the emperor’s gaze and knew he could not escape the clutches of the queens. Closing his eyes, Sanguinius let his cheeks be ravaged by the queen’s nefarious hands.

Honestly, you couldn’t blame Visenya for squeezing Sanguinius’ cheeks; the boy looked like Cupid incarnate at that moment. Big red eyes, chubby cheeks, and soft, pink skin. With such an appearance, it was only natural that he would attract the attention of women.

Unbeknownst to Sanguinius, Aenar was recording those images in his mind to show to future fellow Primarchs of the Blood Angel. The King wanted to laugh thinking about the Primarch’s expression when he saw the humiliating images of himself as a child.

For some reason, Sanguinius felt a chill run through his mind. He looked around cautiously but couldn’t find the source of the danger he had sensed just now.

"Red Angel of War." Kinvara greeted Sanguinius with a respectful tone as she looked at the boy with angelic white wings with reverence. In the Bible, it was written that God had twenty-two angels, and the Red Angel of War was one of the Twenty-Two Angels.

Sanguinius smiled warmly at the kneeling woman and said in a sunny tone. "God bless you, Reverend Mother."

Kinvara looked toward Aenar and bowed, showing respect and reverence toward Aenar.

Visenya looked at the scene and couldn’t help but feel slightly uncomfortable. From Aenar’s words, she knew that House Targaryen would be considered a family of gods throughout the known universe.

Perhaps the future Visenya had already grown accustomed to it, but the current Visenya was far from comfortable being revered as a god. But she knew she had to get used to it, for that was Aenar’s ultimate plan, and she had to get used to it.

Aenar noticed this, but said nothing to comfort his wife, for like him, she too had to get used to being worshipped. For only when you are off the chessboard are you truly a player and not just another pawn controlled by others.

Looking at Sanguinius, Aenar said in a calm tone. "Sanguinius, since you’ve come, take the two hundred and fifty Astartes to Oldtown and join Titus and Sigismund, who are controlling the other two hundred and fifty Astartes."

"My Emperor, what are the orders for dealing with the city?" Sanguinius asked in a calm tone, nothing like a normal child.

Aenar couldn’t help but think that his blood was truly powerful, to the point of making a one-and-a-half-year-old child as mature as a reincarnated being like him.

"Burn the entire city, let it be purified by your flames." Aenar said in a cold tone, not caring in the least about the hundreds of thousands of lives in the city of Oldtown. Cruel? Yes, but he couldn’t let hundreds of thousands of believers of the God of Chaos spread across Westeros.

At that moment, Aenar was almost certain that the entire Church of the Faith of the Seven had turned into monsters controlled by Chaos and used to spread their Corrupt Faith.

Sanguinius showed a slight hesitation at Aenar’s words, then after hesitating for a moment, he asked cautiously.

"My Emperor, some people are not Believers of the Faith of the Seven and may return to the embrace of the Emperor God."



Aenar looked at Sanguinius for a moment, but instead of denying the proposal, he nodded his head. "Remember that not everyone was born to worship the true god."

Aenar’s words could be interpreted in many ways, but Sanguinius understood them this way: "Not everyone can become believers; those who cannot must be killed without hesitation."

However, Sanguinius was not sad, but very happy. Even if they were few, he wanted to save people and let them see that only the Emperor of Mankind was worthy of their faith.

"I will obey your commands, my emperor." Sanguinius said with a big smile on his face.

"Your father must be worried about your absence, finish things quickly and return to the North." Aenar said in a helpless tone, but there was a smile on his lips.

"Yes, sir!" Said the boy and quickly disappeared from the sight of Aenar and others in the room.

"He’s so cute, I hope our son is as cute as he is." Visenya said with a smile, apparently she had taken a liking to Sanguinius.

Maegor, cute? Aenar wanted to laugh when he heard about his fifth son. But in order not to destroy Visenya’s expectations, he said nothing.

"I have already asked Grandmother to return to Harrenhal to make preparations for our wedding."

Aenar said as he watched Visenya’s expression become visibly happier.

Although marriage, for him and many men, seemed unnecessary, even an excessive expense just to entertain others, he understood how important it was to Visenya, Daenerys, and Rhaenys. Therefore, he did not oppose making it official.

"Thank you, Aenar." Visenya said, hugging Aenar. She knew that Aenar already considered her his wife and that the wedding didn’t matter much to him; he was only getting married officially for her, Daenerys, and Rhaenys.

"I’m not so insensitive as to ignore an event so important to you."

Aenar said with a laugh. Seeing Visenya so happy with the marriage, he thought that getting married wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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Reach, Honeyholt.

Castle of House Beesbury.

House Beesbury was a vassal of House Hightower, but at this moment, about ninety thousand men were camped next to the castle.

The Lord of House Beesbury was already dead when Daenerys arrived with the army of House Tyrell. As for who killed him, it was obviously on Daenerys’ orders. She used the Daenerys’s Daughters to directly kill the entire House Beesbury.

Although there weren’t many people in the castle, only the Lord. His heir was in Oldtown.

Daenerys felt no remorse in killing the man she had never even seen, but since House Hightower had not come to King’s Landing, especially after the destruction of the Great Sept of Baelor.

"How is the situation in Oldtown?" Daenerys asked with a solemn expression. Because of Aenar, she knew the dangers facing the city at that moment.

Randyll Tarly and Paxter Redwyne looked at each other. Both saw fear in each other’s eyes. The information they had received from the scouts was, to say the least, worthy of a horror story.

"According to the scouts, Oldtown has seen hell on earth. Blood sacrifices, cannibalism, and mass murder of commoners." Regaining his composure, Randyll replied in a slightly frightened tone. He really didn’t understand why Oldtown had turned into this. How could an entire city go so mad?

Randyll’s words silenced everyone in the room. Looks of disbelief and incredulity were visible on everyone’s faces.

"Even if defeat is certain, the people could have fled the city. Why did this happen?" Olenna said, genuinely confused. Even with all her wit and intelligence, she really saw no reason for an entire city to turn into hell.

Others couldn’t know, but Daenerys knew exactly why this had happened. During the death of the Seven-Faced God, a God of Chaos took advantage of the moment and polluted the Seven-Faced God, spreading the corruption of the ruinous powers to many believers. The less faithful could not be influenced, but the truly faithful and fanatical believers were no longer human.

Even in the Army of House Tyrell, Daenerys had to act quickly and order Sigismund and Titus, with two hundred and fifty Astartes, to kill all the servants of chaos in secret. This led her to discover a group of spies from the Faith of the Seven.

Fortunately, everything worked out well and there weren’t many believers and fanatics in the army. Which was normal, as the lords didn’t like the church and undermined it in every way they could.

After all, if everyone believed in the Faith of the Seven, would Westeros belong to the lords or to the Faith of the Seven?

Daenerys mentally thanked her husband, for without Titus, Sigismund, and the two hundred and fifty Astartes, she could only imagine how chaotic things in the army would have become.

"I know the reason, but you cannot know it at this time." Daenerys’ words caused everyone’s focus to turn to her.

"Magic?" Olenna asked with an uncertain expression. She knew that House Targaryen was involved with blood magic, it was obvious given the force of Titus and Sigismund, especially the two hundred and fifty soldiers in red armor.

"I wish it were just that, but it’s something much worse." Daenerys said with a solemn expression.



Olenna looked at Daenerys and noticed that the young queen was showing a slight expression of concern, something she had never seen before. This showed that the matter was indeed serious.

"I will not use the Tyrell army to attack Oldtown, only the Red Legion commanded by Titus and Sigismund have entered the city."

Daenerys looked at everyone in the room and spoke in a calm tone.

She couldn’t allow more people to come into contact with the ruinous powers of chaos at this moment.

At the same time, Sigismund and Titus’ mission was simple.

Locate and destroy.

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