Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

The Drum Sound boomed.

The soaring Horn Sound was even more stirring and clear.

The Virgin Goddess standing at the bow of the Divine Grace held her arms, and from her chest, she carved out brilliant and vast Golden Light, bestowing grace upon everyone on the Dock below.

Under the shimmering Golden Light, people looked up at the Invincible Warship above.

Suddenly, the towering wooden Shipyard came to Life. The wooden frames lowered themselves, the ones closer to the water crouching lower and lower, the angle gradually tilting until they became a slide.

The front half of the Divine Grace was already suspended in the air and was slowly descending.

Drum and Horn Sounds echoed through the sky.

But watching the Steel Warship lower its body and charge towards the Blackwater River, stepping on the wooden frames one by one, people felt that all sounds were the Battle Roar of the Divine Grace.

Like a Knight swooping down from a hillside towards a crowd.

The knife-like bow of the Divine Grace cleanly split the calm river surface. Two huge waves of white water immediately surged outwards, fleeing as if they were flesh and blood severed by the Knight's sharp blade.

The river water could not harm it.

Its shining Steel body swayed slightly, and it slowly moved to the center of the river, cutting off the main channel of the Blackwater River, calm and steady.

One breath, two breaths...

There was still no sign of it sinking! It even turned in place, its bow gradually pointing towards the estuary downstream!

Everyone immediately jumped and shouted, laughed and hugged, clenching their fists and waving them non-stop, venting the unstoppable surge of Fire and strength within their bodies.

The Divine Grace was not a toy on the shore, but a true Water Fortress!

Woo~~

The Steam Whistle of the Divine Grace blew a long blast, overpowering the Horn Sound, the crowd, and all other sounds.

Joffrey stood at the bow, looking back at the riverbank.

The Shipyard built specifically for this Divine Grace was close to being destroyed.

Behind the Shipyard, on the unharmed high platform, stood a dark mass of tiny figures. These were the distinguished guests who had been evacuated from the Warship in advance.

The reason these people disembarked early was not because they were worried about the Warship failing to launch, but because the content of the Bronze Gate War Council had been presented to Joffrey and the ministers' desks yesterday.

Renly said, "Head west along the Fallenwood and Greenvalley line to Bitterbridge."

Fallenwood and Greenvalley were south of Bronze Gate.

First south, then west, this was not the route Renly had originally planned.

The former Renly had proudly planned to comfortably head north along the Kingsroad, show off in the Crownlands, and then pass through the Kingswood to embark on the Rose Road to the west.

Renly's plan would certainly not succeed.

The Holy War Army in King's Landing would completely extinguish Renly's ambition in the Kingswood, and not a single rebel would be able to escape into the Reach.

But now.

Just because of a few rumors exaggerating King's Landing's strength, Renly had actually put away his arrogance? Intending to avoid the Kingswood?

Joffrey didn't know whether to be happy or depressed.

Recently, he had relaxed some of the control over King's Landing. This was partly because strict blockade was no longer necessary, and also because he wanted to deter the Lords in the south before the war, shaking the rebels' unity and morale.

Who knew the effect would be too good, actually causing Renly to change his marching route directly.

Just this morning, at the same time as the Divine Grace flagship's launching Ritual, the twenty thousand troops from Haystack Hall and Bronze Gate had already set off south.

Their marching speed was not slow.

They were expected to reach Fallenwood in three days, Greenvalley in two weeks, and Bitterbridge by early September.

The entire route was within the southernmost part of the Kingswood.

Tyrion therefore strongly advised against implementing the previously drafted迎击方案 (迎击方案 - counter-attack plan).

If they still followed the original plan to send troops to pursue the main force of the Stormlands rebels, the most likely battlefield for the two armies would be between Greenvalley and Fallenwood, the border area between the Kingswood and the Red Mountains.

It was far and remote.

Supplies were difficult to replenish, the view was narrow and cramped, and the Roads were winding or simply non-existent.

Once entangled or if the enemy evaded battle and delayed, waiting for the army from Bitterbridge to attack from the west, flanking them, the battle situation would inevitably become more troublesome, adding variables and casualties.

Tyrion didn't dare say that the Holy War Army would be defeated.

Duke Tywin also supported cautious action, and Grand Maester Pycelle naturally followed suit.

Lord Eddard did not express an opinion.

The Kingslayer and The Hound were eager to lead the army and attack proactively, while Elin, Hannah, and Barristan The Bold silently served, only expressing opinions within their areas of responsibility.

After much thought, Joffrey decided to make some adjustments to the planned order of battles.

He would postpone the decisive battle for a few days.

This was also why he was still standing on the Deck of the Divine Grace now.

Clap Clap

The Hound walked over the receding water marks on the deck. "The sorcerers are done checking. We can set sail anytime."

Joffrey rested a hand on the railing, and the entire ship's structure and materials instantly became clear to him.

This warship was a magic creation through and through.

Shaping Runes combined thousands of tons of steel and other materials into a single entity.

Therefore, the sorcerers could perceive the shape, structure, and damage of the entire warship from anywhere on the ship, allowing them to improve or remedy issues at the first opportunity and maintain the warship's combat effectiveness.

Its structure was not scientifically sound enough.

The people at the Research Institute had never anticipated that steel could also be used to build warships. The blueprints they designed could not make the material properties of ordinary steel support this massive warship.

Fortunately, there was magic.

Solid Runes were struck into the hull, and abundant, overflowing Solid Magic Energy counteracted the damage from gravity and stress, allowing this warship, which should have been impossible to form, to float stably on the water.

Its power system was also full of flaws.

Joffrey could only confirm one basic feasible principle – boiling water.

What system converts energy into power to the greatest extent? What structure of engine is the most efficient? Where should the propeller be placed? What are the most suitable blade shape and number of blades? What materials can support power transmission...

Each problem was enough to stall the construction and use of the warship, preventing the blueprints from becoming reality, or destroying the fragile reality.

However, the Divine Grace was a magic creation built regardless of cost.

Solid Magic Energy and Recovery Magic Energy were a perfect combination. As long as the magic hadn't run out, any structural or material deficiencies could be treated as non-existent.

The effect of Fire Magic Energy was also quite wonderful.

It could evenly transfer its heat to the entire little lake, and could also instantly turn a drop of water into high-temperature steam of hundreds or thousands of degrees.

The best energy source.

Paired with indestructible boilers, Steam Turbines, Turbine Blades, Gear Linkages, Propellers, and other devices.

All problems were readily solved.

Magic conceived the Divine Grace, allowing this steam-powered warship with an empty weight of two thousand tons and a maximum load of six thousand tons to be successfully born.

In the future, more and more powerful warships will be summoned, showcasing the power of magic to the world.

As for now, the Divine Grace is enough.

Joffrey withdrew his hand from the railing. "Where's the Royal Guard? Are the supplies ready?"

The Hound's face was full of excitement and anticipation. "All of the Royal Guard have boarded the fleet, not a single person is missing. Weapons and supplies are all in place, enough for the entire army for two months."

"Good." Joffrey looked out at the sea.

"Then let's set off. Full speed towards Storm's End, clear the coast."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The Divine Grace stirred up waves, and a long Steam Whistle echoed along both banks.

Immediately afterwards.

Sails billowed, flags flew, and the entire Royal Fleet anchored in King's Landing Port set out.

Sailing towards the sea.

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