"Stop hiding, come up and surrender quickly, and I'll spare your life," Joffrey said to the sea.
The sea responded only with waves.
Receiving the order, Theon hesitated for a moment, then also began to persuade Crow's Eye beneath the sea: "Uncle Euron, you've seen His Majesty's power, are you still unwilling to give up? The will of the Gods has made its choice, and so have the Drowned God and the Storm God!"
All the warships gathered around, their hulls shifting, ship cannons deeply embedded within them, pointing towards the sea below.
Ship cannons were also powerful beneath the surface.
Theon continued, "As long as you surrender loyally like the Iron Islands, His Majesty will still grant forgiveness."
Beneath the sea, there was still an eerie silence.
Lord Velaryon's flagship, the Pride of Driftmark, sailed out of the formation and moved towards the center.
"I guarantee, in the name of Theon of the Greyjoy family, Governor of the Iron Islands, that you will still have a place in Pyke, an honorable place."
Thud~
The Pride of Driftmark slowly touched the starboard side of the Silence.
The sorcerers activated their abilities, and the wooden deck immediately transformed into stretching long arms, gently embracing the deck railing of the Silence, gradually pulling them closer.
Before long, the two ships were parallel and merged into one, like a pair of intimately embracing lovers.
Thump!
A neat and wide gangplank dropped from the Pride of Driftmark onto the other ship's deck.
The Six-Pointed Star soldiers on the warships began to move, in teams of ten, calmly and orderly boarding the Silence.
The crew of the Silence didn't even dare to have a violent reaction.
Not to mention the dozens or hundreds of times larger enemy force, just the terrifying ship cannons currently pointed at them were enough to make them lose all courage to resist.
It was simply Divine Punishment.
In that short fifteen minutes, they watched helplessly as hundreds of their companions sank into the sea with their longships, their ears filled with deafening roars and desperate wails for help. Yet they could do nothing.
The Silence even dropped anchor directly in the middle of the sea, not daring to move another step, fearing being affected by the surging steel and fire.
No one could resist that kind of power!
Even Great King Euron had dived into the sea to keep company with the Kraken, abandoning the Silence.
Who could still hold any unrealistic hope?
The soldiers wearing the Six-Pointed Stars approached step by step, and they had no choice but to retreat again and again, all the way to the leftmost edge of the port side.
What to do now?
Crow's Eye's Mutes looked at each other. In the end, the boy from the Summer Islands with skin as black as pitch nudged the tallest one, Yohn Farwynd.
All the Mutes immediately looked at this Ironborn.
The Mutes had become quite familiar with him and knew that Yohn Farwynd was actually an outcast among the Ironborn because of his color-changing eyes and strange rumors.
The Mutes, being in a similar situation, therefore felt more intimacy and trust towards him.
Most importantly, as someone from the Iron Islands, he could not only understand the Westeros Common Tongue, was a Captain with some status, but also could speak.
"Ah ah~" The Mutes could only signal in this way.
Yohn Farwynd exchanged glances with the Mutes and quickly understood what they meant.
Do you want me to lead the way and kneel?
"Uncle Euron," Theon continued to call out to the sea.
"Perhaps you don't know yet, Asha has become the new Greyjoy Duke, and Uncle Victarion has become the Guardian of the Sunset Sea."
Yohn Farwynd had indeed just found out.
"His Majesty has forgiven our sins, and the Iron Islands and the family are very stable. Stop being so stubborn!"
The Six-Pointed Star warriors on the Silence had filled the entire deck, surrounding this small group of people. It seemed that with just one more step forward, they could completely drive them into the sea.
A decision had to be made quickly.
The colors in the eyes of the Skinchanger Yohn Farwynd flickered and switched faster: black, blue, green, black, blue, green, black...
As his eyes turned green for the third time, he closed his eyes at the right moment and began to communicate with the creatures in the sea.
However, the sea below was empty, with only a vast, terrifying, wild will lurking at the bottom, watching fiercely and roaring madly, making him dare not approach at all.
What about further away?
He outlined the broader sea, operating his spirit and trying to sink into it, searching for active souls.
Not here, not there.
The Kraken's appetite was too large, and it had also scared away too many suitable creatures for possession. He became even more absorbed...
Finally.
Golden Light suddenly appeared!
No form could be seen, only pure light and energy! It was radiating holy, fervent brilliance.
Like a warm sun.
It filled one with only awe, making one want to quietly fall asleep...
No!
Wrong! Wake up!
That's not the sun! It's an existence more terrifying than the Kraken! It's too tempting!!
Yohn Farwynd opened his eyes in panic, the black, blue, and green in them almost entirely replaced by gold. Fortunately, it was now gradually receding.
Two breaths later, his original pupils and spirit reappeared.
The next moment.
The boy's shouting and the sound of waves in the air returned to him. Saved, he breathed a sigh of relief after his brush with death.
The light was too dazzling, he blinked.
Only then did he realize his body had turned, facing the golden, gleaming Steel Warship—King Joffrey's flagship.
He lowered his head. He had already fallen to his knees.
Thump thump thump~
The Mutes followed suit, kneeling on the deck with crisp, decisive force. The sound was like urgent knocking on a door.
The master inside the door opened it.
A gradually strengthening shadow walked towards them. Yohn Farwynd closed his eyes again, allowing his hands to be bound tightly with ropes...
The crew were all held at the stern.
A team of Soldiers entered the ship's cabin, searching for the Wizard, hostages, and equipment according to the instructions on the Light Screen.
A Captain grasped the helm.
Two Soldiers walked to the Bow, untied the naked, dying Mia Stonehouse, and draped a thick blue blanket with red and yellow borders over her. Her father's colors, the Farman family's colors.
A Second Lieutenant drew his Sword, wiped it with two fingers, imbuing the Steel Sword with scorching Red Flame, then slashed diagonally, cutting down the Black Iron Silent Maiden Statue.
Half of the heavy, cold Figurehead fell into the sea, sinking towards the seabed.
The Silence was completely captured.
"Crow's Eye" Euron, however, remained indifferent, waiting in silence.
Today's mistake had cost him too much. The Ironborn's swords, the Silence, magical treasures, and absolute trust in prophecy.
But he didn't intend to give up!
He had seen the weakness of Joffrey's power. The Fleet couldn't reach the deep sea! Neither could those Steel balls! Fire couldn't burn in the sea!
The Kraken was already invincible.
So what if the prophecy didn't kill Joffrey? I'll do it myself!
Crow's Eye was prepared to be infinitely patient.
No matter how vast and strong the Fleet was, a weakness would eventually appear. At that time, he would go straight for that Steel Warship and kill in one strike!
Killing intent brewed in the silence, and time passed.
Joffrey sighed.
"Last ten breaths!" Theon was ordered to make a final attempt:
"Survival, or destruction!?"
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