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#383 - Chapter 117: Horses Trampling the Holy Temple (VIII)

Meanwhile, Loras was hiding in the crowd. This once-valiant general on the battlefield was now tormented, his face haggard and his expression dazed. Both mentally and physically, he was exhausted and incredibly weak. Two soldiers dragged him out, and he was so weak that he could barely stand without their support. Having been deprived of sunlight for a long time, his eyes couldn't adjust to the outside light, and the intense glare forced him to squint, struggling to open them.

Finally, a tall figure appeared before him. The man looked down at him and asked sternly, "What is your name? What is your identity? Why were you captured by the Church?"

Loras replied in a hoarse voice, "I am Loras Tyrell..."

The questioning soldier paused upon hearing this name, then turned and waved towards the distance, shouting, "Here he is! He's the one the Lord is looking for!"

Liu Yuan, Lyanna, and several others immediately quickened their pace and approached. Seeing the haggard Loras before them, they couldn't help but feel a surge of pity.

Liu Yuan quickly instructed the soldiers beside him, "Quickly, fetch a physician. Get him properly treated."

Lyanna also stepped forward, carefully examining Loras. Although he looked disheveled, one could still discern his former handsome features. As the Knight of Flowers, his reputation among noble ladies was renowned. And his unique private life had long occupied the top five spots on the gossip charts.

Loras looked at Liu Yuan and Lyanna with gratitude, tears blurring his vision. His lips trembled as he struggled to speak, "Thank... you..."

Liu Yuan said, "You're welcome, Ser Loras. The Church is a common enemy, and rescuing you was incidental. Now, you just need to rest and recuperate. The Red Keep has already sent someone to pick you up. You'll be home soon." He wanted to pat Loras on the shoulder, but he couldn't bring himself to touch his soiled clothes.

Ser Geran received the news and rushed over, immediately instructing the soldiers who came with him to help Loras into the sedan. He respectfully said to Liu Yuan, "Thank you so much, Marquess Garon. Now that Ser Loras has been found, I must take him back to report."

Once all the outsiders had left, Muto, the infantry commander in charge of the scene, strode over. He respectfully reported, "Lord, according to your previous orders, the entire Visenya's Hill, including the Great Sept of Baelor, has been cleared. All individuals associated with the Church..." He made a throat-slitting gesture with his hand, then continued, "After investigation, the innocent civilians and ordinary believers, as long as they weren't carrying weapons, were released. The rest are over there..." He pointed to the main hall.

"Oh?" Liu Yuan raised an eyebrow with interest and asked, "There are still remaining enemies, and you actually allowed them to retreat to the main hall? That's not like your usual style!"

Muto quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake, "I'm very sorry, Lord. I took the liberty of making that decision. While you were away, I learned from the captured soldiers that beneath the Seven Gods altar in the main hall lies the crypt where the past kings are buried. Moreover, the Church's treasury is also located there, hoarding the enormous wealth that the Church of the Seven Gods has accumulated over the years. Therefore, I didn't order a fire attack, and I was also concerned about damaging the main structure of the building, so I didn't even demolish the walls. I didn't think it was necessary to send troops to forcefully attack, after all, there's no food or water in the main hall, and the people trapped inside will definitely not be able to last for long."

Liu Yuan nodded, expressing his approval of Muto's approach. In fact, he knew very well that Muto did this entirely on purpose. As the biggest trophy in this fierce battle, it should be left for the Lord to personally take. From this, it can be seen that this commander, promoted from the Unsullied, now understands some worldly ways. He was very pleased with this. In this way, the Unsullied are getting closer and closer to ordinary people, becoming more human.

Just then, the doors of the temple were smashed open by the soldiers, the timing was perfect. The copper-clad oak doors instantly shattered to the ground, and through the flying dust, one could clearly see the tense expressions of the people inside.

Two teams of black-armored soldiers quickly formed a line of defense in front of the door, the heavy tower shields stood firmly on the ground, and the four-meter-long spears pointed straight ahead.

"Listen up, those inside! Put down your weapons and surrender! Otherwise, we will have no choice but to kill you all!" the officer shouted loudly.

After a brief silence, an old voice came from inside, "Has Marquess Garon arrived?"

Liu Yuan stood outside the door and responded loudly, "I'm here, High Sparrow. Have you thought about how you want to die?"

"I am the High Septon of the Church of the Seven, the spokesperson of the Gods in the world! You will suffer retribution for indiscriminately slaughtering the children of God! The people of the entire Westeros will not forgive this atrocity!" The High Sparrow, supported by the Kingsguard, slowly walked out, his steps faltering. Behind him followed more than a dozen clergy members.

Liu Yuan's lips curled into a faint smile, but his eyes were full of mockery and disdain, as if the High Sparrow in front of him was just a lamb to be slaughtered. He coldly said, "High Sparrow, are you still stubborn now? You should know that the Setegar family is a Valyrian descendant, we do not believe in the Seven Gods. And you actually want to use the Seven Gods' dogma to sanction me, this is simply courting death. It seems that you intend to resist to the end?"

Upon hearing this, the High Sparrow's face turned pale, but he still tried to maintain his composure, attempting to face Liu Yuan with his last shred of dignity. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and said, "Marquess Garon, there are no winners in this war. We have all paid too much. If we continue, more people will bleed and sacrifice. Therefore, I hope you can put aside your prejudices and negotiate with us. This will not only avoid more casualties, but also allow both parties to achieve a satisfactory result."

However, Liu Yuan burst into laughter after hearing this, his laughter full of mockery and contempt. He sneered, "Negotiate? Have you forgotten? It was your Church who provoked the incident first, smashing my Chamber of Commerce, infringing upon my interests as a great lord, and finally capturing my sister. This war was initiated by you, not me. Now that you see the situation is not good, you want to sue for peace, it's not that easy!"

The High Sparrow was choked speechless by Liu Yuan's words, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted, "Marquess Garon, in any case, we are all for the peace and stability of the kingdom. The conflict between faith and secularity will only bring greater turmoil and chaos to the entire kingdom. Therefore, I hope you can focus on the overall situation, put aside personal grievances, and negotiate with us. As long as you agree, I can make some concessions on behalf of the Church."