Accompanied by the wails of the ten death row prisoners, Dreamfire and the others exhaled searing Dragonflame together.
Before long, they were completely reduced to carbon ash.
At this moment, Daenerys Targaryen's chanting grew even more resonant; the two valyrian steel swords erupted with waves of humming sounds within the forge, and the scrap metal beside them had already begun to melt.
When Daenerys Targaryen finished the seventh repetition of her chant, a flash of insight suddenly welled up in her heart, and without hesitation, she kicked the Faceless Man, who still had more than half of his body left, into the forge.
The originally scorching forge fire and Dragonflame were suddenly suppressed by some force after the Faceless Man's body was ignited, and the dazzling firelight instantly dimmed significantly.
Seeing this, the corners of Daenerys Targaryen's mouth curled up slightly, and she chanted her Valyrian incantation even more loudly.
Dreamfire, already in psychic communion with Daenerys Targaryen, followed with a resonant dragon roar, then fiercely exhaled a stream of deep black-blue Dragonflame.
Immediately after, Aposos's bronze-colored Dragonflame began to show a blue-black glow, and Simoros's orange-red Dragonflame gradually transformed into a deep scarlet.
Even under such high temperatures, the Faceless Man, with more than half his body remaining, did not perish immediately and continued to emit harrowing wails.
It was not until his entire body was reduced to ash and transformed into a stream of dark energy that fused into one of the valyrian steel swords, turning that blade pitch black, that he finally fell silent.
The blacksmith apprentices and Harold watching from the side did not notice this eerie scene at all.
Master Orn only felt something vaguely.
However, the three Faceless Men saw it clearly.
As believers of the faceless god, they were all too familiar with the energy of the faceless god.
The energy that had just erupted was clearly the power of the deity they worshipped, and their master's soul had been directly absorbed by that valyrian steel sword after his death.
At this moment, it seemed they could still feel the sound of their master wailing in despair from within the steel sword.
"Harold, grab another Faceless Man and throw him into the forge!"
Taking advantage of a pause in her chanting, Daenerys Targaryen quickly ordered Harold.
Then she began to chant loudly again; under the enhancement of her incantation, the temperature of the Dragonflame exhaled by Dreamfire and the other dragons rose higher and higher.
Harold rushed toward the three Faceless Men without hesitation, which completely shattered the once-firm resolve of the Faceless Men.
"No, no, don't grab me!"
"I beg you, don't choose me, don't choose me!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong, Your Highness! Forgive me, forgive me!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Harold grabbed the one who appeared to have the most backbone and threw him headfirst into the forge.
At this moment, a strange power appeared again, attempting to block the might of the Dragonflame.
However, this time, the power was much smaller than before.
Yet, this force still protected the Faceless Man, preventing him from dying immediately, and the painful wailing sounded once more.
This caused several of the blacksmith apprentices watching nearby to nearly wet themselves in terror, their bodies trembling like chaff.
Master Orn, however, was filled with excitement; his cloudy old eyes were now shining with a terrifying gleam, as if a lecherous old man who had taken an aphrodisiac had just spotted a delicate young bride.
"Harold, throw those human skin masks into the forge one by one!"
Daenerys Targaryen quickly ordered Harold again.
Those human skin masks were imbued with potent magic; Daenerys Targaryen hadn't been sure before, but just now, the power of the deity worshipped by the Faceless Men had clearly descended.
This made Daenerys Targaryen realize that what was attached to those human skin masks was actually the energy of the faceless god.
"Good, very good! First the Three-Eyed Raven, and now even the faceless god has entered the fray?"
At this moment, the resentment in Daenerys Targaryen's heart intensified, which caused her magical power to rise rapidly, and a frenzied power deep within her bloodline seemed to be awakening quickly.
Even for Harold, who could be considered a notable figure in the Seven Kingdoms, picking up those human skin masks still inevitably made his heart creeped out.
Yet, he picked them up without hesitation and threw one directly into the forge.
This caused the originally scorching forge fire to dim significantly.
"Again!"
So Harold obeyed Daenerys Targaryen's order and threw another human skin mask in.
The mask was quickly burned to ash, and the energy it contained flowed directly toward the Faceless Man who had not yet died.
This forced the Faceless Man to continue enduring the agony of being burned by the Dragonflame.
"Ah! Let me die, let me die!"
"faceless god, I curse your mother!"
"If there is an afterlife, I will never believe in gods again!"
It was not until Harold had thrown in six human skin masks that the poor, incessantly cursing Faceless Man was finally refined into ash, transforming into a stream of energy that fused into the other valyrian steel sword.
At this point, the exhausted Daenerys Targaryen finally stopped her chanting, and Dreamfire and the others also ceased exhaling Dragonflame.
The flames dispersed, gradually revealing two extraordinary swords.
One was as pitch black as night, with silver-black water ripples on it; the other was smoky black, and within the magnificent water ripples, there were wisps of bright silver light, like the glimmer of dawn breaking.
"Let the pitch-black one be named Dark Night, and the other be named Dawn!"
Daenerys Targaryen instructed Master Orn.
"Good name, truly a good name!"
Master Orn quickly busied himself, as he was the only one who could handle the finishing work.
The old fellow was now beaming with radiance, his voice booming like a bull,
"You lazy bums, move faster, or I'll kick your asses!"
"Watch your ears, eyes, and mouths!"
"Otherwise, the next time I forge a sword, I'll throw you into the forge!"
These blacksmith apprentices were all slave apprentices that Master Orn had brought from Kohor.
Raised by him since childhood, although they hadn't been poisoned into muteness by him, they were absolutely forbidden from going out or communicating with others.
Most of the craftsmen in Kohor mastered some blood magic, all of which were shameful tricks, but since many tasks could not be completed independently, these slave apprentices came into being.
"Your Highness, we were wrong!"
"Your Highness, we were wrong!"
The two surviving Faceless Men knelt on the ground, begging Daenerys Targaryen incessantly.
Daenerys Targaryen scanned the surroundings and discovered a steel whip covered in iron spikes and blood not far away.
This must have been what Master Orn used to punish the blacksmith apprentices who made mistakes.
"This little gadget isn't bad!"
So Daenerys Targaryen picked it up, held it in her hand, walked up to the two Faceless Men, and without further ado, lashed out fiercely.
"Speak, speak!"
She roared at them angrily while beating them!
"I'll speak, I'll speak, I'll tell you everything, Your Highness!"
However, Daenerys Targaryen gave them no chance to speak, continuing to exert all her strength, swinging the steel whip and lashing out at them mercilessly.
"I told you to speak, didn't you hear me?"
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