Thoros of Myr, the Red Priest, try again then!"
Viserys Targaryen pointed to Thoros, a Kingsguard member standing nearby, and said.
Upon hearing this, Thoros was overwhelmed.
He wasn't a sorcerer!
Why did Viserys Targaryen always want him to cast a spell to revive Ser Beric Dondarrion?
He was just a charlatan and a trickster who relied on oiling his sword to perform a "flaming sword technique" and draw attention, he didn't even believe in gods in this world.
If there had to be someone close to a god in this world, it was undoubtedly the true Dragon King before him—Viserys Targaryen.
Looking at the headless corpse of Ser Beric Dondarrion, preserved with ice, Thoros, also a Kingsguard, felt helpless.
Viserys Targaryen had even made him personally sew Beric Dondarrion's head back on!
"Your Majesty, I truly cannot do it!"
Thoros knelt on one knee, a look of exasperation on his face.
He didn't truly want to disobey Viserys Targaryen's command.
It was just that he had tried too many times, without even a single chance of success!
Thinking of this, he simply gave up.
Anyway, this wasn't the first time!
"How troublesome!"
Viserys Targaryen frowned.
Beric Dondarrion, he was the Undying Lord in the original story.
Although his martial prowess wasn't as strong as the Mountain's, he was among the first nobles to firmly support Viserys Targaryen's development across the Narrow Sea.
But now, his undying ability had gone awry.
Thoros of Myr, the Red Priest had tried his best, yet still couldn't revive the man before him, who had been beheaded by Khal Drogo.
"A miracle of r'hllor, the lord of light?"
Viserys Targaryen muttered to himself.
Everyone revived by the lord of light had ultimately contributed to the fight against the Others.
Now, Viserys Targaryen had led his people away from Westeros, naturally moving far from places where the Others could easily raid.
"Since he can't do it, I'll do it myself!"
Looking at the decaying corpse, barely stitched together with needle and thread, Viserys Targaryen frowned deeply.
In the original story, not only Thoros of Myr, the Red Priest, but even Melisandre, the Red Woman, didn't possess resurrection magic.
However, both Beric Dondarrion and Jon Snow were truly and undeniably resurrected!
According to the hints in the magic book, there was indeed a spell that could completely heal a creature's injuries.
But revival and resurrection were, after all, worlds apart.
Thinking of how Mirri Maz Duur, the maegi in the original story, had indeed saved Khal Drogo with magic, Viserys Targaryen couldn't help but feel a stir of excitement.
"Bring me the most precious warhorse," Viserys Targaryen commanded.
He took Brienne of Tarth's valyrian steel dagger, and mimicking the Red Woman Melisandre, carefully used the blade of ice and fire to trim the excess beard from his face, chanting a spell under his breath.
"By the vast horse blood as a guide, awaken your galloping soul.
The earth is unwilling to receive, the grass sea has not yet drunk its fill.
Life for life, blood for blood.
The door of this world is closed, I open a new path for you.
Spirits, obey, do not go to the night country.
Bound to this body, as a soul bound to a saddle!
Beric Dondarrion, return!"
Viserys Targaryen shouted loudly.
In an instant, dark clouds gathered, fierce winds raged, and thunder and lightning struck!
However, Viserys Targaryen still frowned.
He felt as if a strange divine power was prying at him from all around.
The next moment, he swung his longsword, beheading the white horse with a single strike.
Immediately, blood splattered.
Accompanied by the warhorse's tragic neigh, a strange light surged into Beric Dondarrion.
However, the storm abruptly ceased, and Beric Dondarrion still lay on the ground, showing no signs of resurrection.
Viserys Targaryen's eyes narrowed, and a line of High Valyrian script appeared before him:
Beric Dondarrion, Lord of Blackhaven, descendant of a thin branch of the Targaryen Family.
Spirit: 80 (Firm will)
Physique: 70 (Strong)
Agility: 75 (Nimble)
Strength: 80 (Great strength)
Vitality: Dead!
Magic Power: 6 (Thin bloodline of the Targaryen Family)
Looking at the motionless Undying Lord on the ground, Viserys Targaryen let out a helpless, awkward laugh.
Sure enough, he had failed!
Resurrection, indeed, could only be done by gods!
No!
Viserys Targaryen suddenly frowned.
Every time the lord of light manifested his magic through Melisandre, it always required the blood of a king as a sacrifice!
There was one more thing he hadn't tried, and that was the bloodline of the Targaryen Family.
Viserys Targaryen naturally wouldn't use living people for experiments.
Looking at the decaying corpse of Beric Dondarrion before him, Viserys Targaryen's lips curved slightly.
All the resurrected people in the original story were descendants with the bloodline of the Targaryen Family!
What if he sacrificed the bloodline of the corpse itself, effectively bypassing the god of death's bug?
At this thought, Viserys Targaryen's playful spirit was ignited.
The next moment, he immediately changed the incantation.
"By the vast dragon blood as a guide, awaken your galloping soul.
The sky is unwilling to receive, the lava has not yet drunk its fill.
Life for life, blood for blood.
The door of this world is closed, I open a new path for you.
Spirits, obey, do not go to the night country.
Bound to this body, as a soul bound to a saddle!
Beric Dondarrion, return!"
In an instant, lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and torrential rain poured down.
Cold raindrops lashed Viserys Targaryen's face, chilling him to the bone!
Suddenly, Beric Dondarrion's finger twitched.
To everyone's disbelief, the Undying Lord suddenly coughed.
"Damn it, who dares to ambush me! Trying to chop off my head, I'm not to be trifled with!"
The next moment, Beric Dondarrion sprang up, cursing.
Looking at everyone's stunned faces, Beric Dondarrion's eyes widened, bewildered.
"Where is this? Oh, some scoundrel was trying to ambush me... Huh, why can't I remember what happened next?"
Beric Dondarrion vaguely touched the back of his neck, feeling an itch.
The next moment, in front of everyone, he ripped off the threads that had stitched his head to his body.
"Huh, what is this?" Beric Dondarrion said in surprise.
Seeing Beric Dondarrion revived, everyone present gasped.
What kind of sorcery was this? It was utterly unheard of and terrifying!
"Is this something a human can do?"
Varys, the Spider's pupils contracted, and he muttered to himself.
"My god!"
Thoros of Myr, the Red Priest was completely shocked.
He had once sworn allegiance to the Red God, but he had never witnessed a miracle!
Now, a miracle had appeared right before his eyes.
This was not a trick; this was truly resurrection in the fullest sense!
The king he had sworn allegiance to was the true god.
A monster who could perform a miracle of resurrection just by holding a magic book!
"How is this possible?"
The maegi stared blankly at the scene before her, her eyes filled with immense shock.
She had seen this kind of magic that Viserys Targaryen performed in magic books, but why was its power so vastly different?
"Your Majesty, please revive my husband and child!"
The maegi's legs gave way, and she knelt, bowing her head to the ground.
This young king before her was no human; he was clearly a god descended from the heavens!