Chapter 240 - The Great War of Salvation (I)

"Fear not the monsters before you, do not hesitate to wield your weapons, I am with you even in death." God Emperor of Planetos, Aenar Targaryen.

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Unlike the last time he had seen the Wall, Aenar noticed that the Wall was slightly lower. About two meters less, which showed that the Night King was not really far.

However, it was Castle Black that had truly changed a lot. For a year and a half, Aenar had sent many supplies, including building materials to reinforce the entire castle.

At this moment, Castle Black truly deserved the title of castle, no longer just a wooden fortress. Even above the wall there were scorpions used to defend the entire North.

The cost of building such weapons of war and bringing them from Essos was not cheap at all, but Aenar did not care about money, especially when order was about to be broken and money would not be worth much.

In times of need, only food, water, and steel truly mattered; everything else could be set aside when the most basic human survival could not be found.

While Aenar was admiring the Wall, the five dragons were already flying over the enormous ice wall. Caraxes in particular looked to the far north and let out a roar.

*RHUARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!*

The thunderous, powerful, and magnificent sound echoed in the sky, spreading wherever it was heard. The people below only felt their bodies trembling as their ears buzzed wildly.

In the next moment, Caraxes opened his mouth again and spewed flames as if there were no end, a sea of crimson fire covered the sky of the far north, tinging the sky with a red hue.

The eyes of all the soldiers looked at the scene with admiration and felt that the war would not be so tragic. For a moment, it was as if an indestructible pillar had formed in their souls. That majestic pillar only brought confidence and security to the confused minds of the people.

Aenar, feeling that his mind could sense several other minds, smiled and began to change the perception of these people. The enormous pillar in their minds transformed into a human figure wearing armor.

It was Aenar himself.

The pillar of people's faith at that moment.

Caraxes' movement only allowed faith in the hearts of the people of Westeros to begin to transform again. Unlike the Faith of the Seven, which never even had any miracles, the Red Faith repeatedly showed many miracles.

Now, seeing the scene before them, made their already undecided mentality change completely. At this moment, these people truly became relatively faithful believers.

Aenar smiled and looked at Sigismund, "Start making the camp and then head to Castle Black."

Sigismund beat his chest hard and replied in a solemn tone. "Yes, my Emperor."

Aenar nodded and advanced towards Castle Black with the most significant people for this war. He didn't even need to announce his arrival; Caraxes' show already announced that he had arrived in the North again.

The gates were open and many people were waiting for him. Jeor Mormont, 997th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, Benjen Stark, the First Ranger, and the Maester of Castle Black, Aemon Targaryen.

"Welcome to Castle Black, Your Grace." Jeor looked at the extremely tall young man before him with wide eyes, but soon recovered and greeted Aenar respectfully.

Although the young man before him had not been crowned in King's Landing, he was definitely the King of the Seven Kingdoms. Westeros was once again under the control of House Targaryen!

Descending from his horse, Aenar smiled and greeted the old bear with a calm look. "Thank you for your hard work, Lord Commander. The people of Westeros owe you much, my lord."

"I only did my duty, I don't deserve to be admired for something so basic." Jeor replied in a calm tone, not at all enthusiastic about being so admired. In his eyes, he did no more than his obligation.

Aenar chuckled and looked at his uncle and said in an amused tone. "Uncle Benjen, you've gotten shorter."

Benjen's face twitched hearing Aenar's words; he looked at his nephew and twisted his lips abnormally. He hadn't shrunk; Aenar had grown a lot!!!

Looking at Eddard behind Aenar, Benjen spoke in a dry tone. He really didn't know that his brother was feeding Aenar so that the boy would grow so tall. "My brother must have given you a lot of wolf's milk, Your Grace."

As Benjen knew that Aenar's body was being nourished by his powers, he never grew as a normal human should grow.

Especially after drinking the Water of Life, this process accelerated even more, making his body stronger every day that passed, just so that his body would not explode with the absurd amount of energy in his body.

Aenar never had natural growth; at eleven years old he was 1.90m tall, which already showed how terrifying his growth rate was. And this was just the beginning; in the future he will be even bigger, bigger than any human who has ever existed.

Eddard looked at his brother and shrugged; he only fed Aenar normal food; the boy must have used blood magic to become so strong and big.

However, this was also suspicious. If Aenar could have such strength, Old Valyria would also have it, and with such strength, it would be impossible for them to be destroyed.

"Great-uncle, I have great news for you in private, let's go inside and talk more calmly." Aenar looked at Aemon and said with a gentle smile. This old man was the first Targaryen relative he met and was greatly helped by him.

"It is gratifying to hear good news amidst equally bad news." Aemon replied in a hoarse, old, and trembling voice, showing that his age was increasingly advanced.

With Aemon's words, Aenar knew that things in the far north were more complicated than he expected. Nodding his head, he brought everyone into the hall of Castle Black.

When everyone sat down, Aenar sat in the main seat and finally asked what was happening. "What happened?"

The Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, Jeor, answered; he looked at the young king and spoke in a solemn tone. "The Wights are closer than expected."

"But it's their number that's worrying us." He said in a heavy, yet calm tone. "About five hundred thousand, but it's far from precise."

When Jeor's words sounded, a heavy atmosphere hung in the air. Many eyes widened to the extreme hearing that there were five hundred thousand!!!

These were not five hundred soldiers, but five hundred thousand soldiers who did not need to eat, drink water, or even sleep. It was a true army of walking corpses, who only knew how to kill.

Aenar thought for a moment and found the number accurate. The Wall had been created about eight thousand years ago. Even if it was not the most suitable place for human habitation, many people could have been born in those eight thousand years.

Even if some bones had disappeared due to time, a generous proportion was preserved by the extreme cold of the environment. So, the number of five hundred thousand was not wrong.

It's just that the Night King definitely doesn't have that much power, which showed that the Cold God really started to send power to his chosen one.

"How many weapons have we managed to gather?" Aenar asked in a calm tone, showing no fear in the face of such a horrible number of enemies.

Aenar's calm and confidence seemed to infect everyone, who partially relaxed. With the king calm, it meant that the situation was still favorable.

If you think he stood still for a year and a half, he didn't.

Dragonstone transformed into a giant mine; large quantities of obsidian were extracted every day from the mines. All were transported from Dragonstone to White Harbor and then to Castle Black.

This time, it was Benjen who answered; he looked at everyone and spoke in a calm and somewhat regretful tone. "About one hundred thousand swords and daggers."

If obsidian were not so fragile, this number would be much higher, but there was no way to change the fragile nature of the rock. Now, they didn't even have enough weapons to fight against the five hundred thousand Wights, not to mention the White Walkers and the Night King himself.

"Although the number is worrying, it is enough." Aenar said in a calm tone. "The Wights and White Walkers have weaknesses. Fire, Dragonfire, Valyrian Steel, and Dragonglass (Obsidian)."

"We have Sorcerers who can generate fire, we have dragons, we have Valyrian steel, we have dragonglass." Aenar said, looking at everyone with a confident look. "We are not defenseless; we are superior to animals because we can think and destroy the enemy with greater numbers."

Aenar's words awakened the people who were still in doubt about the chances of victory. Yes, they could destroy larger armies with smaller numbers, so they could do the same with monsters.

Seeing that everyone became more confident, Aenar spoke again. "Wights are stupid; even animals can survive if their limbs or heads are cut off, much less us, who have weapons that can kill them."

"We will win, I have no doubt!!!"

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Note: Some of you are concerned about the future, especially when entering the Space Age, but keep in mind that I don't want to cause you any discomfort, readers; I'm striving to make things as natural as possible.

The nobles you are currently seeing will be placed in space, only with advanced technology. Just think of it as a Space Game of Thrones. All your favorite characters will still be alive and with descendants, showing other points of view.

I'm striving to create a world that you can recognize and not find strange. Some of you may not know Warhammer or Dune, but don't worry, things will be explained so that everyone understands.

The reason I'm writing this is because we are approaching the end of Phase 1 of the book.

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