Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"Fighting someone who can see the future is like shooting yourself in the foot; you never know when a weapon will be pointing at you." Aenar commenting on how broken his ability was.

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The gigantic explosion evaporated everything within a one-kilometer radius; even the clouds in the sky were dispersed. For the first time in years, everyone could see the blue sky instead of the gray clouds.

The Night King did not enjoy the beautiful scenery; his extremely severe injuries prevented him from concentrating on anything other than trying to heal his wounds. The moment the explosion occurred; he created a ball of ice around himself in an attempt to defend himself.

But obviously, he didn't know that the power of the explosion was not just extreme heat, but also impact! Inside the ice ball, his organs were crushed, one of his eyes popped out of its socket, and both his legs almost completely disappeared.

It was an extremely bloody and ugly scene. The Night King felt the familiar feeling of death approaching him. He would die if he didn't take care of his injuries; he wouldn't even have a chance to do anything.

Using the ice to stabilize his organs, the Night King crawled out of the ice ball like a wounded animal after being hit by a hunter's bullet. Suddenly, a foot covered in armor fiercely stepped on his head.

The Night King only felt pain in his face as the skin of his face was cruelly scraped against the stone that formed after the explosion. Using his only remaining eye, he saw Aenar standing beside him.

"If you look at me like that, I'll get shy." Aenar said with a sarcastic tone as he looked at the pathetic being below him. He continued speaking, looking at the Night King. "Honestly, did you forget when you were human? Don't you know that humans are the most cunning and cruel race in nature? How can you believe that I wouldn't play dirty?"

"Come on, pray to your master and let him transfer more power." Aenar whispered like a demon, seducing prey to eternal suffering in hell.

Even knowing it was a naked and crude conspiracy by Aenar, the Night King had no choice. It was either ask for help or die at this moment. Since he didn't want to die, he had to ask for help from the only being who could help him at that moment.

An ancient tongue came from the Night King's lips; Aenar recognized it as the runic alphabet of the First Men. It was one of humanity's oldest languages and also one of the most important.

Aenar looked at the Night King and did not prevent or even show signs that he was prepared to prevent it. It seemed that he wanted the Night King to contact the Cold God.

The reason?

To deliver a mortal blow to the divine bastard who always tried to fight him. With severe injuries, Aenar did not believe that R'hllor would not be able to kill the Cold God and end a blood feud that had lasted for more than ten thousand years.

However, to his disappointment, the Cold God seemed to ignore his champion, as if he didn't exist. But something like that was perfectly normal. Aenar estimated that the death of the God of Seven Faces at his hands was a blow to the morale of the Evil Gods; no god was foolish enough to stand before him without having a measure to ignore the Warp Energy.

Otherwise, their fate would be similar to the God of Seven Faces, forced to transform into a true Daemon of the Warp, eternal servants of the Chaos Gods, without freedom. Knowing this, how could the Cold God dare to touch the Night King? No being that was a God was foolish.

"It seems your god has abandoned you." Aenar said with a calm tone; the being before him could die to Arya, a mortal girl, much less him, who was a true god walking on earth.

The Night King looked at Aenar with a silent gaze. "As I said in our first meeting, you are truly disappointing." Aenar said, looking at the Night King with a touch of pity.

Unlike the Night King, who accepted his fate as a servant of a God, Aenar would never accept that. Many might find this strange, given that God really treated him very well.

What if one day, the one on the ground was Aenar and God didn't help him?

Aenar valued freedom and would never put his life in the hands of an omnipotent and omniscient being. He said he valued freedom, which was somewhat hypocritical, given that he controlled people like a God in an extremist religious kingdom that would horrify many people in his previous world.

"See, just like you now, I also don't want to be abandoned, so I have to take power into my own hands." Aenar said with a calm tone. "Unlike you, who don't have the courage to do what it takes to be free; I have the determination to die in search of my freedom."

"But at the moment, you and I are slaves of the gods." Aenar said with a smile on his lips. "I will show you mercy because of your miserable life experience; in the next life, choose to die instead of transforming into something inhuman."

Raising his flame-covered sword, Aenar looked at the Night King with a touch of coldness in his gaze.

The Night King tried to move, but the foot pressing his head against the ground made movement completely impossible. He couldn't even move, much less escape the death that was getting closer and closer.

"What if you fail?" The Night King spoke for the first time, looking at Aenar with his only eye. "As far as I know, the god who chose you is even more powerful than the Cold God. Will you be able to escape his hands?"

Aenar looked at the Night King with a smile. He knew that the low-budget necromancer was stalling for time, but he didn't care. Unlike the Cold God, God was not a simple God; he was an Omnipotent and Omniscient God. How do you fight something like that?

Aenar knew that perhaps what he was doing was a foolish fight, and it was possible that the Omniscient and Omnipotent God himself knew of his rebellious thoughts, but obviously he didn't care.

This was because the Omnipotent and Omniscient God had already accepted his fight the moment, he chose him as champion. Even so, he gradually helped Aenar to distance himself more and more from his mortality, guiding him to become a true god.

This showed many unknown paths full of possibilities, possibilities that Aenar was willing to walk on these dangerous paths.

"Yes, you are right, but my God is different from your god; he apparently wants to create a god. Whether to replace him or to duel, I don't care, as long as I have the chance to gain my freedom. I will replace him or even fight him." Aenar said with a slow and calm tone; he didn't care about the Night King's shocked expression.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Aenar looked at the center of the explosion and saw that the Plague Apostle had completely recovered. He himself didn't expect the insect to actually survive an explosion of that magnitude.

However, knowing how difficult it was to kill anything related to the Chaos Gods, Aenar was no longer surprised. Looking at the Night King, he asked with a curious tone. "Was that what you were stalling for? I must say, it's a useless fight."

"The Chaos God has not yet been born, and the Plague Apostle's power is far from its peak; after all, he is a mere human strengthened by Warp Energy." Aenar commented with a tone full of interest.

However, he looked at the Plague Apostle with his purple eyes glowing with a phosphorescent light, obviously using Prescience once again. The billions of timelines unfolded before him. Every action, every word, even the slightest alteration in breathing was under his eyes.

Aenar smiled, took a step forward, retreated two more, and stood thirty centimeters from where he originally was. A ball of acid and disease flew towards him. Aenar simply dodged to the left and watched the Plague Apostle's attack hit the Night King.

Looking innocently at the Night King, Aenar said with a slightly amused tone. "You shouldn't stay on the fallen battlefield; friendly fire can always happen on various occasions."

If this were a Chinese novel, the Night King would spit blood upon hearing Aenar's words. However, he actually spat blood the next moment. His already severely injured internal organs became even more severe with the Plague Apostle's attack.

"That's not good; do you want me to call a Maester to heal you?" Aenar feigned concern for the Night King's situation and asked with a tone tinged with amusement at the whole situation.

The Night King looked hatefully at Aenar; he never thought there would be such a despicable, shameless, and annoying person.

Seeing Aenar completely ignore him, the Plague Apostle finally uttered a sentence. "My master wants your head, blasphemer of the gods."

Aenar looked curiously at the Plague Apostle; in the future, not all beings were worthy of being essentially intelligent after being corrupted by the ruinous powers of chaos.

"What a coincidence, I also want your master's head." Aenar replied as he walked towards the Apostle, his sword, Lady Lya, burning even more intensely with the red flames of life.

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