Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 207 Steel Sky
Before arriving on the moon, no matter how bold Roberts was, he never imagined that this situation would occur. The man whose life was as short as a shooting star, yet left an indelible mark on the entire history of the world, the man who still has a large number of supporters around the world, was now calmly eating his food right across from him.

Inside the exceptionally spacious hall, Roberts and a few others sat around a long dining table. On the table were a few small dishes and a large quantity of decorative flowers. A salad made of strange plants sat on metal plates, alongside creamy white desserts, egg-yolk-colored baked goods, and unidentified porridge, biscuits, and other items. The man with the small mustache was leisurely eating in front of them.

"chew……"

The man, whose appearance was exactly the same as the one in the black and white photograph, scooped a spoonful of dessert from the silver spoon, put it in his mouth, and savored the delicious taste. He nodded, a satisfied expression on his face, wiped his hands with the clean white napkin next to him, and said casually.

"The citizens of a superior race should enjoy all the good things: food, life, morality, institutions, and the army. Everything should be the best, with qualities that surpass those of ordinary people. This is what a superior race should have."

Then he glanced at the group of people in front of him, his gaze sweeping over Roberts, Uberto, Wendy, and Joan one by one, and said slowly in a low voice.

“Children, I can sense the doubts and anxieties in your hearts.”

"I believe no one could remain calm upon seeing such a renowned leader on the moon."

Roberts bowed slightly and said respectfully. Roberts was quite knowledgeable. He had a history with the president of the United States, the queen of the United States, and even the princess of the royal family. He had been to Area 51, seen many classified documents, and touched the nuclear button. His life was legendary. But even so, he never thought he would meet this man who had influenced the whole world.

Using an ethereal flying saucer, they traveled to the moon, and on the far side of the moon, they actually found a continuous cluster of buildings.

It was a small city built on the desolate surface of the moon, surrounded by hundreds of semi-circular domes of varying sizes. These domes contained plants, forests, animals, and lakes, resembling a small biosphere. Each semi-circular dome also contained some strange spherical buildings with a peculiar futuristic style, similar to the architectural complex in the ruins of the Atlantis civilization.

Before the group could even utter a few more exclamations, the UFO was captured by numerous octopus robots and brought here...

"It seems the Allied government has instilled a lot of ideas in you. I can sense your strong resistance towards me."

Looking at the group of people in front of him, the man with the mustache chuckled, then leaned back in his chair and spread his palms out to them, indicating that he was speaking.

"Children, tell me how your government describes me."

The group hesitated for a moment, because they still couldn't understand what the man with the mustache was trying to do. The man in front of them was not the stereotypical war maniac from textbooks. He was calm and rational, and their lives were directly in his hands, which made them feel helpless.

In the end, however, they chose to tell the truth. After all, rather than resisting and displeasing him, it was better to ease things over and see if there was any chance of a turnaround.

Listening to their words, even though they were full of negative comments and words, the man with the mustache remained calm and showed no dissatisfaction. He even occasionally asked about the details.

"Now the country has a woman as prime minister? Have all the men in the country died?"

"Belittling opponents, smearing their reputations, discrediting them from a private perspective, and deceiving their image... Ha, it's the same old tricks, the same old methods. Decades have passed, and these corrupt politicians still can't come up with anything new. They're not even as good as Chaplin's movies. If Goebbels were still alive, he would definitely laugh at this propaganda tactic. This method is exactly the same as when they were in the elections. No matter what era it is, these politicians only know how to figure out what's in other people's pants."

Instead of anger, the man with the mustache surprisingly became sarcastic, his words filled with mockery and disdain.

"It seems that since the deaths of Stalin, Losford and the like, the world has really been left with only a bunch of incompetent idiots, a bunch of rookies who have never been on the battlefield, who can only talk big and point fingers at maps."

Finally, after listening to Roberts's words, he nodded, indicating that there was no need to continue, and gave a common assessment of the many politicians after World War II.

Newbie.

These words came out of this man with such naturalness, and there was an inexplicable conviction in his voice that made it impossible to question him. But throughout his life, it was his almost demonic oratory skills that greatly helped him, and ultimately he used his words to influence the entire planet and cause that unprecedented war.

They didn't see that stereotypical image of madness in him; instead, they were struck by the arrogance and haughtiness of a powerful figure.

"Your Majesty, the army has been assembled..."

Just then, a person walked in from outside the hall. It wasn't one of the robots with octopus-like tentacles, but the first living, breathing "person" that the group saw besides the man with the mustache.
The reason for this is that its size is so enormous, its body is taller than a one-story building, and it looks four or five meters tall. Its face is extremely handsome, but it is impossible to tell what race it is, just like a giant from ancient mythology.

……

“I really like Nietzsche; he is my spiritual mentor. Nietzsche believed that the future of this world belongs to the Übermensch, and I think he is right. Mediocre people cannot dominate this world; they are just immature dregs, garbage, and inferior products. Only the Übermensch can undertake extraordinary achievements.”

Beneath a dome as high as the sky, strange buildings are scattered around. In one of the open areas, hundreds of giants stand. Although there are not many giants, their enormous bodies make them resemble mountains, exuding a terrifying aura.

Surrounded by several giants, the man, with his back to them, stretched out his arm, pointed to the legion of giants in front of him, and looked at the towering giants with a burning light in his eyes, saying with admiration.

As Nietzsche said: "What is the ape to man? A mockery or a painful humiliation. The same should be true of man to the Übermensch: a mockery or a painful humiliation. We have completed the long journey from worm to man, but in many ways you are still worms. You were apes before, and even now, man is more like an ape than any other ape... Humanity has completed the journey from ape to man, but traces of wild beasts still remain in humanity. Such humanity cannot undertake extraordinary achievements. Only a superior nation, a superior species, can shoulder greater achievements."

"What is a superman? It is someone who surpasses ordinary people in qualities, rationality, morality, and wisdom... breaking free from primal animalistic instincts and completing a transformation from ape to human. Only such a person can be a superman."

He paused for a moment for no apparent reason, then spoke loudly again.

“I once thought that the Germanic peoples could undertake this great task, but in the end they disappointed me. The Germanic peoples failed to complete the task I entrusted to them. But I found them, the genes left behind by the ancient Atlanteans. They are the origin of mankind, they are a superior people, and they can undertake this great task.”

"I thought you were a staunch German nationalist."

Suddenly, Uberto, who hadn't said much until now, spoke. The man with his back to the group stopped what he was doing, then glanced at the people behind him with an inexplicably cold look in his eyes, and said in a low voice.

"I have never abandoned the German people; it is the German people who have abandoned me."

"Is that really so... Tribune of Rome?"

Uberto, however, said something inexplicable, as if he knew something, his words clearly carrying a hidden meaning. The man obviously understood, looking at Uberto and then saying noncommittally, "It seems you know something about me."

“Your friend Kubizik wrote a book about you that highlighted this point, and I happen to have read it.”

“Kubishik…Kubishik…How is he now?”

Upon hearing that familiar name, the man pondered for a moment, muttering a few words to himself before raising his head and looking at Uberto with sharp eyes.

"He died not long after the war ended, in 1956."

Uberto bowed slightly to the man.

Upon hearing the news of his old friend's passing, the man's expression remained unchanged; he simply nodded slightly, as if to say that he knew.

“Young man, I know your story and I am aware of your wisdom. Join us, and when my army reclaims Earth, you can hold a high position in this nation of superhumans.”

After instructing the octopus robot to arrange a resting place for the group, the man spoke casually to Uberto, who did not reply but only responded with a smile.

……

After the group left, the man stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by several giants. Suddenly, a deep voice rang out.

“My Führer, I do not trust that fellow named Uberto. I do not believe he is worthy of our trust. He is a very cunning man.”

“Frederick, don’t just reject it outright. Uberto will be of great help to the Führer’s plans…”

"..."

Several giants were talking amongst themselves, but the man seemed oblivious, as if the scene from years ago was playing out before his eyes.

Tribune: Ah, citizens of Rome, I am your tribune! Have you forgotten the oath of the Romans...?

The people: Burn him! This dictator…

On stage, the palace is burned down, and the tribune, who devoted everything to the city of Rome, is ultimately burned to death by the very people he wanted to protect.

That year, the two boys went to see a play called "Li Enji" together. One of them was amazed by the superb acting skills, while the other was deeply moved by the story. After the play ended, the boy and his friend stood on the mountaintop gazing at the starry sky, and a fire seemed to burn in his heart.

So that night, under the brilliant starry sky, the boy passionately told his friend about his ideals. The penniless boy vowed to be like the tribunal, and firmly believed that one day the people would give him power, free him from his shackles, and grant him true freedom.

However, fate is so strange, and in the end, just like that ending, the people betrayed him, and the former boy committed suicide with a gun...

Was he wrong?
The man didn't think so. He firmly believed that he was not wrong, that the leader was not wrong, and that the people of Germany were wrong. He believed that the people of Germany had betrayed his trust and failed to complete the task he had entrusted to the whole country.

The masses are always mediocre and foolish. No matter how much Marx extolled the power of the masses, he could not change the fact that the world is created by heroes. Mediocre people only live day after day, a life devoid of value. Only the emergence of geniuses can change the world.

Newton did it, Columbus did it, Tesla did it...

Without Newton, people would still be living the same life as their ancestors, working at sunrise and resting at sunset; without Tesla, people would still be living in a city of darkness. This world was created by heroes; heroes created this world.

Such a people are mediocre and foolish. They need an extraordinary leader to guide them, a leader with exceptional calmness and rationality, who can use a strong iron fist to eradicate all social ills, remove the dregs, and eliminate people of color, including Jews, Indians, and Indus. Only in this way can the people lead the people to a completely new world…

A world made up of superheroes.

He once believed that the German-Italian people were capable of creating a new world because they were descendants of the proud Atlanteans, but they did not disappoint him; the German-Italian people abandoned him.

Since the descendants of the Atlanteans could not do this, let the ancestors of the Germanic peoples—the Atlanteans—do it.

In this world, there will be no trace of people of color, no trace of other races, and not even humans. There will only be the ancient Atlanteans, eventually forming a world entirely composed of superhumans.

"The problem isn't me, it's the world."

"For some reason," the leader on the moon murmured.

In a daze, only coldness and indifference were visible in the eyes of this peerless tyrant.

In the world he couldn't see, the knight on the red horse was staring at him from the side, his cold, icy eyes looking at him, and finally a silent smile appeared on his lips.

He was mocking this mortal.

"..."

The red horse galloped toward Earth, the invisible mockery of the War Knight echoing in the air, but neither the Atlanteans nor the mustachioed man knew anything of it.

(End of this chapter)