Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 190

Adolf remained noncommittal to the scholars' praise, but instead stared sharply at the bound and imprisoned vampires before speaking in a magnetic voice.

"Mr. Carl, do you know how many people I've mobilized this time?"

The scholar beside him was taken aback, not understanding what Adolf meant, and humbly asked.

"what do you mean……"

"To facilitate your trap, I mobilized three squadrons, hastily built several experimental machine guns, military artillery, and even had aircraft on standby to lay a net here, and I still felt unprepared. But now, the first wave of the offensive has already brought down these cursed, filthy bastards... To be honest, I am very disappointed."

By the end, Adolf's tone had become somewhat displeased.

When he witnessed the black magic firsthand, even the usually calm and composed Adolf was stunned into silence.

These very people, who possessed mysterious and unpredictable black magic, were extremely fanatical about Adolf, calling him "the chosen one" and "the chosen one of God," because he possessed something—that iron sculpture.

“God’s chosen people, you have been selected by the key to the world, and you are destined to bear an extraordinary destiny.”

The first leader of the far north, Ekater, knelt before Adolf, kissed his shoes, and spoke with overwhelming emotion. He imparted all his knowledge to Adolf, who gratefully called him his "mentor."

However, even black magic couldn't prevent assassination. In 1923, Eckart was assassinated, which greatly frustrated Adolf. The far north quickly elected a new leader, Karl, who declared his intention to set a trap to capture the vampires so they could serve Germany.

The humans captured by the vampire elder, and everything else, was a setup, all to lure and capture that arrogant vampire elder.

Now they have succeeded, but Adolf is not very happy because they were too weak...

He was extremely dissatisfied with the vampire's weakness, and he even doubted whether the vampire's power could help Germany achieve revival.

However, the scholar standing to the side lowered his head again and answered respectfully.

"Great leader, the era of the aliens has passed; now is the era of humanity."

Yes, no matter how powerful they were in the past, all alien species find it increasingly difficult to cope with the ever-changing human civilization, and are forced to hide in the darkness, or even move further and further away from humanity.

Two hundred years ago, there was a vampire elder and his family living in this city of Berlin. In the secular world, he was a very powerful nobleman.

A hundred years ago, fear of humans led the vampire elder to move away from Berlin and continue ruling his territory in the vicinity of Berlin. Only a few young and rebellious vampires remained in Berlin.

Now, the vampire elder has vanished without a trace. Although rumors still circulate about it in nearby towns and villages, and it still proudly guards its centuries-old "territory," there's no doubt that its territory is shrinking. The young vampires are also nowhere to be found; only the occasional unexplained disappearance of humans in the city seems to prove that they haven't gone far, but have simply gone into hiding.

In the distant past, in the countryside and the wilderness, people often heard legends of werewolves, ghouls, and other monsters, but now they are rarely heard of.

Not to mention humans, even wizards skilled in dark magic have difficulty finding traces of vampires, aside from their fellow vampires. Similarly, vampires have difficulty finding traces of wizards.

All the non-human beings were trying their best to hide themselves. Just like the "far north" of the German Workers' Party, no one would have discovered these black magic wizards if Adolf hadn't unintentionally joined them.

The era of alien species has passed; this is the era of humanity.

"However, as descendants of the ancient times, vampires existed before Atlantis sank! Great Sovereign, their power will enable us to find Atlantis and rediscover the once prosperous and powerful human civilization."

The excited scholar gesticulated wildly as he spoke.

The reason why the "Far North" split from the "Germanic Order" was because they firmly believed in the existence of the continent of Atlantis, a legend that even the underworld considered absurd and unbelievable.

As if drawn by some force, in the second year after the formation of this small, split organization, a young man with a mustache entered into a small political party they were tentatively establishing...

No one could have imagined that this small, impromptu organization would gradually expand into a significant force that Germany and even the whole of Europe could not ignore.

"This is God's will. God brought us together. God led us to find you, and you found us... Adolf, you bear an extraordinary destiny. You are the chosen one."

The first leader, Ekater, once said this to Adolf.

"An extraordinary destiny...?"

Silent, Adolf murmured those words again, as if recalling that night more than a decade ago, on the mountaintop, where an excited young man had spoken to his friend.

"One day, the people will grant me power, and I will lead them out of slavery and fight for the greatest freedom."

That boastful statement from back then seemed almost preordained, as if someone was watching over us...

“Slavery…”

he whispered.

In Germany at this moment, what was the enslavement imposed upon the people? Clearly, it was the humiliating Treaty of Versailles, the agreement that dismembered German territory and made countless humiliating promises. ...

Several months later, Adolf Hitler became Chancellor.

Around the square, amidst the cheers of countless people, as far as the eye could see, there was a sea of ​​people, with countless people raising their right hands and countless noisy voices cheering for him. The boiling wave of sound seemed to push him to the clouds.

He was revered as an extraordinary leader, a self-controlled, calm, wise leader, much like a classical hero.

Countless eyes and pupils are watching him, scrutinizing his every move, even a single breath. Any hint of weakness will be noticed, creating an invisible pressure.

"..."

However, he remained unusually silent in the face of countless eyes. His cold face and sharp gaze were like an iceberg. He slowly smoothed his military overcoat with his hand and tidied up the minor imperfections on his body.

Looking at him, people can feel his calmness; he makes everyone feel his invisible will.

Then, he slightly raised his head...

"Today, we stand here! We stand on German soil, on Berlin, the land our ancestors watered with their blood and dignity! Behind me stands the statue of André Corleone! He is a universally recognized fighter for freedom! He is the light of the world!"

His voice carried through the loudspeakers to every corner of the land, heard by everyone present. The noise gradually subsided as everyone listened to his speech.

Then he looked around at the excited crowd and spoke again.

"Before me stands a nation, a nation groaning in humiliation!"

"After that war, our nation's pride was gone! Those victors rode on our necks, trampling our dignity—the dignity of the noblest nation on the European continent! Tell me, would you choose to be a freedom fighter like Benjamin Martin, or a slave?!" "I am proud that among you, there are very few spineless people! Before me stands a legion with a thousand years of unyielding blood! This blood once flowed in the veins of our ancestors, who never yielded! Now, it surges within us; tell me, do you want it to cool?!"

"There are two things that can unite people: a common ideal and a common crime. We have a great ideal engraved on the German flag, and we will shed our last drop of blood for it! In Berlin today, nothing can save our motherland except this ideal! The Treaty of Versailles is a great disgrace! We have the determination and the reason to refuse to carry it out! Do what you want! Just as Benjamin Martin took up arms, just as he led his compatriots to bravely fight the enemy while holding high the banner of freedom! If you want to fight, then fight! Then I will be able to see whether you are seventy million slaves or seventy million unyielding Germans!"

"We fight not for slavery! We fight for freedom! We are not machines, not cattle, we are human beings! We are Germans who have never yielded!"

"We unite in the name of freedom! We fight for a new, just world! We fight for jobs for all! We fight for those who enslave us to be driven out of German soil! We fight so that we don't have to shout protests all day long! We fight for our dignity! We fight for our promises!"

"Fight for the liberation of this country! Germans, we fight for the glory of our ancestors! So that our descendants can proudly proclaim: We are the Germans who never yield..."

Before him, cheers had already resounded, and countless people were chanting his name wildly, shouting the name of their extraordinary leader.

Surrounded by countless waves of sound, even one's body feels shaken by the deafening cheers. It's like being in a surging sea; the feeling of helplessness and insignificance, like a leaf on the sea, would frighten most people, but Adolf felt no fear whatsoever.

Why be afraid?
Only weak and incompetent rulers fear their people, because they are afraid of such overwhelming power, afraid of being devoured by the people's strength. But for Adolf, the people were the piano; he played their voices and expressed their will.

The people are his hands and feet; he trusts the people, and the people trust him in return.

The power of the people is his power, the voice of the people is his voice, the will of the people is his will, and the resentment of the people... is also his resentment.

"Long live! Long live! Long live..."

In his view, countless people were cheering.

He raised his hand, looked at the countless German people in front of him, and shouted.

"Long live Germany and the German people, my compatriots! Long live freedom!"

The cheers of the countless people in front of him grew louder and louder, shaking heaven and earth. In a daze, he felt as if those millions of voices were cheering and chanting his name, and those millions of wishes were pushing him to the clouds. He seemed to be able to see the German land on the European continent.

He seemed to recall that night more than a decade ago, atop a mountain, where an excited young man was speaking to his friend.

"One day, the people will grant me power, and I will lead them out of slavery and fight for the greatest freedom."

I am Germany.

……

On the chessboard of the Crystal Sky, a monster crawling on the earth, neither human nor beast, was covered with hundreds of heads of varying sizes. Some of these heads were extremely small, while others occupied nearly a third of the monster's entire body.

Some had their eyes wide open, warily watching all the heads around them; others had their eyes closed, fast asleep, completely unaware of the world around them. They fought and struggled against each other, and in their arguments, they shaped this enormous monster.

Among these many heads, large and small, was a particularly large one. It gazed at the others beside it, its eyes occasionally flashing with resentment and bitterness, but that was all it ever showed. Yet, as if sensing something, that head ultimately twisted and transformed into a cold, cruel, and狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face.
Every head has its ferocious side, but even if they hold weapons in one hand, they often hold flowers in the other, because war is not everything, but unlike other heads.

It held weapons in both hands, but no flowers.

(End of this chapter)