Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 224 Magic Light
The sun disappeared from the sky and the moon took over the sky again.

But the Valyrian Islands fell apart, and the islands split into many broken islands drifting on the sea. The main bodies of the remaining islands continued to erupt flames and lava, and dust and smoke once again covered the sky.

The end of the world pauses when the sun sets and begins again when the sun sets.

In the waters near the Sea of Smoke, the floating white corpses have covered the entire sea surface, making people think that if they can step over these corpses as densely packed on the ground, they can reach the land of destruction and rebirth.

Sakaro, standing at the bow, quietly wiped the bloody dagger in his hand with the hem of his robe.

There were eight red-robed monks, priests worshipping the Lord of Light, the Red God R'hllor. Except for two monks who had surrendered to him, all the other monks and priests had been killed by him and their bodies thrown into the sea.

The red robes of the dead monks floated on the sea, hiding the faces of these false god believers.

"What about you, Nalia? You have always been the high priest who interprets the intentions of the false gods. But if you are willing to abandon the false gods and spit on their beliefs, with your abilities, you will also play a small role in spreading the glory of the Dragon God."

Sakaro stood quietly, staring at the Red Witch Nalia without making any excessive threats, but his action of wiping the dagger brought a kind of silent pressure to the Red Witch Nalia.

The ability of mental energy has a lot in common with the ability of psychics. The power comes from the integration of mind and will spirit, and is derived from flesh and blood. The difference in ability depends on how it is used by individuals.

Sakaro's extreme transformation from faith in the Red God to faith in the Dragon God brought this former priest monk enormous mental power.

The more steadfast a creature is in its belief in the ancestral red dragon, the greater the feedback it will receive. The more resolute a creature's willpower is, the faster its mental strength and will will be transformed into mental energy under the influence of the ancestral red dragon.

And Sakaro, the red-robed monk, had his own heart energy seed born when he sensed the heart energy spring of the ancestral red dragon at the moment the sun set. Now his power is constantly growing.

Therefore, the pressure on the witch Nalia is getting greater and greater.

Even though the red witch Nalia was the most powerful, she did not dare to rush into action with Sakaro at this moment.

What's more, Nalia had already been somewhat resistant to the Red God's actions.

Except for the initial missionaries who converted to the faith voluntarily, most of the other believers of the Red God were children of slaves and civilians, who were sold and pawned in the temple of the Red God Church.

Except for the talented children who can become warriors, monks, and priests of the temple, the rest of the children will almost devote everything they have in serving the Lord of Light, R'hllor.

The reward is illusory favor and relief.

The situation of women is much more miserable than that of men. Almost all women are trained to be temple prostitutes for the entertainment of temple monks. A priestess like Nalia is a rare one in a million and is a miracle that is hard to appear in several years.

The witch Nalia had witnessed with her own eyes how the companions who entered the temple with her gradually became playthings and prostitutes of others within a few years.

However, even if the witch Nalia herself wanted to save her companions, she did not have the courage and ability to do so.

No matter how capable she is, she cannot fight against the system and power of the entire church.

But now, another option appeared before her.

"Eh,"

She sighed, "But even if it's the Dragon God you mentioned, the Lord of Light, the God of the Sun, how can you guarantee that he doesn't have the same character as R'hllor, the Lord of Light?"

"Because of his kindness and goodness, he has the power to destroy the earth and the mountains, which is the opposite of what the false god R'hllor did."

Sakaro smiled and said, "The Dragon God soaring in the sky will also bow his head and gaze at his loyal people, so those outsiders are so loyal to their master."

Sakaro pointed to the rekindled inferno, the city of miracles rising from it.

It is already the center of this doomsday land, and it is also a paradise in the hearts of the survivors of this doomsday land.

The huge black dragon, transformed into the dragon of the earth, bears the weight of the city together with solid stone and steel, protecting the city from fire and natural disasters.

The shaking of the earth will subside under the feet of the dragon, and the gushing flames and magma will cease in front of the dragon.

The witch Nariya pondered for a long time and opened her mouth to speak, but finally nodded and said, "Perhaps, what you said is right. In the mortal world, people always need to be more hateful and more despicable than others in order to survive better."

"But these gods don't need to do this, just like they don't need to do good deeds."

Click,

As soon as the red-robed witch Nariya finished speaking, the ruby necklace on her fair neck fell off, and the huge red gem shattered at this moment.

A blood-red flame burned rapidly, igniting the witch's beautiful hair, and thick flames appeared all over her body.

"Ugh..."

Nalia howled in agony as she was burned by the flames, enduring the same torture and punishment as the red-robed monk before, only even more painful.

"Burn, burn, the false faith of the past will turn to ashes in the fire, and a new will will be reborn in the fire."

The heart energy in Sakaro's body surged wildly, and a golden dragon eye mark appeared in the center of his forehead, lifelike, just like the vertical pupils of a dragon in the sky that had once opened.

At this moment, the eye on his forehead slowly opened and stared at the Faceless Men who were standing quietly by the side without interfering.

"What about you, the Faceless Men, the new sect? Do you agree with my opinion?"

Sakaro smiled, calm but terrifying.

The leader of the Faceless Men bowed slightly, and these new followers did not now resist the determination of this fanatical heretic who opposed pagans.

"We believe in the ultimate god of death. Whether slaves, nobles or monarchs, we are all equal before the god of death."

The leader of the Faceless Men said, “Even R’hllor, the Lord of Light, the Drowned God, the Cold God, the Goat, the Night Lion, and the Stranger are only one facet of the many-faceted God of Death.”

"It seems that in the eyes of the final God of Death, those survivors are not yet ready to embark on the journey of death, so he will transform into the God of the Sun, the Lord of Light, and the God of Dragons, and come to the world to let all living beings continue to suffer in the mortal world."

Sakaro frowned. Although these Faceless Men seemed to want to submit to him, they were arguing with him verbally to seize the right to interpret doctrines and gods. He hated these people a little bit. Even at this time, they were still thinking about fighting for power.

But he still suppressed his anger, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his head again, took a step forward, and said firmly: "Allah is the god of the sun and the dragon of all things. All kinds of false gods are just poor imitations of the Lord's thousands of faces."

“Only those false gods who submit to the Lord can be given the name of God by the Lord and control his power on behalf of the Lord.”

"What do you think?" Sakaro asked loudly, holding up the dagger.

The Faceless Men looked at each other. Logically speaking, they were quite principled people, but the problem was that the principles were now in the hands of the other party.

The Faceless Leader nodded and said, "That's right!"

"I'm glad we have reached a consensus here," Sakaro retracted his dagger made of Valyrian steel and said loudly, "Then we should leave."

"Leave here, spread the glory of the true Lord, and overthrow the remaining false gods one by one."

Sakaro pointed to Valyria in the flames in the distance, the city in the air, and said with a smile: "That is the Dragon God under my lord's seat, the King God who walks and rules on his behalf. We must have gifts of sufficient weight so that when the land of smoke and fire reappears in the world, we can set foot on that miracle land and meet the gods!"

"Only then can you have enough merits to follow the King God and go to the kingdom of the true Lord God!"

The ship was sailing away on the distant sea.

The burning glass candles gradually dimmed until they were about to go out. However, the flames on the Valyrian Peninsula never stopped, burning day and night. Thick smoke gradually spread in all directions, hiding this doomsday land in the smoke.

Almost all the survivors of the Doom of Valyria gathered in this rising city, waiting day after day for the flames to go out so that they could set foot on the land of the mortal world again.

Occasionally, there would be some lucky ones who would rush to this miracle city from the flaming ruins all around, kneel down and pray, and only after being allowed to climb up from the black dragon's huge body and where its tail touched the ground, and reach the city.

After the first few days, the remaining supplies and food in the city had been distributed and consumed.

In order to survive, the people in the city, under the leadership of the Imperial Legion, had no choice but to slaughter the dragon and eat its meat.

The remaining dragons snuggled under the increasingly huge black dragon statue and did not dare to resist. They just waited for the dragon to be killed and died wailing.

As the days passed, the fire gradually died down, and the pillars of fire that had been gushing from the shattered mountains had begun to fade away.

But the cities outside the Valyrian Peninsula, which were once ruled by the Free Fortress, also received this shocking news. The shock of the world could be felt even in distant cities.

So they became independent one after another and named their cities Free Trade Cities-States.

They also sent many warriors, slave owners, and nobles to investigate the truth about the destruction of Valyria and to bear witness to the fact of the destruction of Valyria.

In the long summer land across the sea from Valyria, they looked at Valyria shrouded in the afterglow of doom in the distance, and they all cheered and jumped.

They held a banquet on the grassland to celebrate the disappearance of the evil dragons in the world. These nobles and slave owners no longer had shackles on their heads and they were the highest authorities.

The banquet lasted for a full half month. They slaughtered cattle and sheep, brought in fine wine, and sang and danced.

But one morning, they were awakened by the sounds of the world again. They stepped out of the barracks and looked up at the horizon.

From the destroyed Valyria, a place covered by smoke and gray fog, pairs of huge wings spread out, and one huge dragon after another emerged from the smoke and clouds.

A thirty-meter dragon, a fifty-meter dragon, a hundred-meter dragon,

Ten, fifty, one hundred, two hundred,

All the remaining dragons flew out from the smoke and came across the sea.

On their backs are the riders, the survivors, and the new conquerors.

A gigantic dragon was flying above all the magic dragons. It was the dragon that commanded all the magic dragons and ruled over everyone.

The wind fanned by the dragon in the sky swept away the thick fog and gray clouds, covering the sky, and landed on the plains, surrounding these nobles and slave owners.

The soldiers above looked down at these people as if they were chickens or dogs.

Hulong,

The black dragon landed and stood on the hill, the scales on its forehead shining brightly.

He folded his wings and made a rumbling sound that echoed in the ears of the horrified crowd.

"Submit or die!" said Rossani.

……

Charon retreated from the crack in the world back to the world of Ekania. The consumption of power and the changes in time and space made his head a little swollen.

After personal comparison, Karon discovered that in the main material plane of the Ekania world, the flow of time appears to be much slower than that of the other world.

But before Karon could figure out what was going on, he discovered that he was not in the royal court where he often stayed, but on a barren grassland.

In Karon's perception, this was undoubtedly the world of Ekania, but he had never been here before.

Kallon let down his guard, perhaps because the mutual contact of the world's forces caused his position to shift.

In the world of Ekania, as long as the ancestral red dragon wants to escape, no one can catch up with him.

So the red dragon lay down on the grass with its huge body, squinting its eyes slightly, intending to take a short rest and wait for its spirit to relax.

But an inexplicable aura was captured by the ancestral red dragon.

Whether it is a metallic dragon, a five-colored dragon, or any other dragon, these dragons are creatures with a strong sense of self and territory, and they need their own space at all times.

The invasion of space by their own kind can easily stimulate the dragon's violent and vigilant nerves, especially unfamiliar giant dragons.

Even the Gogmora dragon group, under the leadership of Charon, would often fight and quarrel when they were young, because of this.

As they grow older and stronger, the color dragons' sense of self and territory will become stronger and stronger, and the red dragon is the representative of them.

Even though Karon was used to living with a group of dragons, his body's instinctive intuition still allowed him to detect the scent of his own kind before he could.

"No, not the breath, but,"

Karon raised his head, six beautiful horns resting on the scales behind his neck, and looked up at the sky.

A meteorite fell from the sky, but without any aura, like a silent meteor, it directly hit the grass not far from Kalon.

There was a violent vibration, but there was no sound at all. When the dust cleared, a naked goddess stepped out.

The milky white dragon was on her left, the golden dragon was on her right, and the bronze dragon was hovering above her head. A huge magical halo surrounded her body, obscuring her face and making everything invisible, unknowable, and inaudible.

The legendary platinum dragon god Bahamut, whenever he comes to the world, is always accompanied by seven golden dragons.

When the five-colored dragon queen Tiamat incarnates and walks the world, she will be followed by the evil dragon, the messenger of the immortal queen.

The goddess in front of him is also a dragon god, but she is not the target that Kalon wants to contact at the moment.

When the Temple of Ten Thousand Dragons was built, Kalon had his own purpose, and he had carefully selected the dragon gods to be enshrined there.

Estellabo, the dragon goddess of wealth; Hel, the dragon god of humor; Randis, the dragon god of justice; Tamara, the dragon goddess of life.

These dragon gods all have certain tendencies that are favorable to Charon and have controllability and predictability that Charon can grasp.

Even the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut, although this dragon god used some unscrupulous means when dealing with the Five-Colored Dragon God Tiamat, but when facing other things, he still did not deviate from the title of Good Dragon God.

And dragon gods such as Carix, the dragon god of destruction; Chronepsis, the dragon god of death; and Falazul, the dragon god of undead creatures, all have shackles that prevent them from easily influencing the world.

Just like the fallen dragon god Io, Karix was exiled to a distant land by the gods, and the other dragon gods all had their own difficulties.

And they also have a common characteristic, except for the fallen founding dragon god Io, the remaining dragon gods, in this universe, are all weak divine powers.

But the goddess before him was the target that Charon had excluded, the Dragon God of medium power.

The ancestral red dragon stood up little by little, stretched out his wings towards the sky, with flames dancing on his scales. He spoke word by word: "Light of Magic, Messenger of Miracles, Goddess of Magic, Kresska!"

(End of this chapter)