Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 250: The Savior Who Doesn’t Want to Be the Messiah

A chaos, a vacuum, the entire space was as if the air was sucked out of it by the powerful law of truth. When the ancient, witchcraft-like dragon roars and human voices echoed, even the space seemed to stand still for a moment.

Jessica and Paul Atreides had their minds and consciousness controlled by the Dragon Emperor's Word of Truth, and fell to their knees.

But what Cuarón saw was Paul Atreides, a boy who looked gentle and sweet like tea, but had a rebellious look in his eyes.

The still suits made by the local Fremen natives that Paul Atreides and Jessica wore, the air-filtering respirators on their nostrils, and the rings and ornaments on their hands flashed in Caron's eyes.

In Caron's slightly flickering pupils, he saw glimpses of the material composition behind them.

These objects, made of rubber, linen, metal and ink, are smelted, forged, woven and then formed from basic parts and structures in the passing light and shadow of time and space.

Then it was consumed and worn out over the long years until it came before Caron's eyes and was owned by the two people in front of him.

Beside the two kneeling people, there seemed to be countless rays of light so thin that even a dragon could not distinguish them, hanging down from the sky, growing from the earth, and spreading out from the two kneeling people.

Caron's consciousness gently touched one of them and heard a familiar voice. It was the trace of the previous conversation between Paul Atreides and his mother Jessica, and it was the carrier of the information in the conversation.

He touched another ray of light, which contained a strong emotional fluctuation, which came from Paul Atreides' beliefs and thoughts.

These beliefs and thoughts were condensed into a short sentence: "I think we're stuck here!" Paul said.

Why does such an ordinary sentence contain such heavy emotions?
Caron looked at the millions of lights around him. They were things that were difficult for mortals to foresee. They were electromagnetic waves, invisible light, even radiation, fluctuating quantum information, and the fluctuating curve of life itself.

Many of them had nothing to do with people, but through the information carriers entangled in Jessica and Paul Atreides, Kallon could sense their deepest thoughts and emotions through these connections.

This can be used to touch the information hidden deep in their hearts and brains. Existence means there are traces and can be seen by Caron.

So Caron saw that the huge amount of information came from Paul and from his dreams.

"It's coming. I see that bloody war coming!"

Paul stood on the huge city-like spaceship, and looked down at the endless Fremen warriors spreading across the land with his followers and soldiers.

The light coming from deep within the spacecraft descended in the thick fog like holy light, shining on Paul Atreides, as if he were the destined savior, the Messiah destined by heaven.

"This holy war that will spread across the universe will be started by me personally. Sixty-five billion humans will die in my hands!"

The picture flickered, and the penetrating holy light had become the only light coming from the castle skylight in the dark space.

The head of the sisterhood who controls everything, the Bene Gesserit Mother, sits on a chair where light and darkness are intertwined, her expression unable to be seen under the black veil.

An ancient and strange voice like a witch sounded,

"Come here, kneel down!"

"A beast caught in a trap will bite off its own legs to save its life!"

"How would you do that?"

Paul Atreides knelt before the Virgin Mary and reached his hand into the unknown darkness and fear. It was an indescribable pain and torture, the pain from his nervous senses, which almost made him collapse.

But he passed the test and survived.

The scene changed, and Paul Atreides woke up from his nightmare. He couldn't suppress the resistance and tearing at this moment, and yelled at Jessica: "It's all your fault. You turned me into a monster!"

Fragments of past dreams, or scenes that had happened in the past, changed and intertwined in Caron's pupils. A huge amount of information flowed in his mind, and the emotions and thoughts from Paul Atreides' heart were also perceived by him.

Karon closed his eyes and opened them again. The Paul Atreides he saw was no longer an ordinary son of a noble duke in distress, nor was he a puppet woven into human destiny but driven by the fate of the world's torrent trend.

The Paul Atreides he saw was a shining seed, a seed powerful enough to give birth to an idea, an idea powerful enough to transcend time and space, the idea of people from the past and the future.

He understood the thoughts contained in that short sentence. Paul Atreides and his mother Jessica were trapped physically on the planet Arrakis.

Their thoughts and actions were also trapped in the fateful torrent woven by the sisterhood, secular imperial politics, and the general trend of the world.

In the dream sequence that Paul Atreides could predict, only by seeking help from the Fremen with his mother Jessica could he break the dilemma of his family being destroyed.

But finding the Fremen and ruling them as the savior artificially created by the Sisterhood was exactly one of the Sisterhood's plans.

The long-term oppression of the planet Arrakis and the massacre of the Fremen by the Leo Empire and the Harkonnen family were the fuse that later spread the cosmic holy war. It is an unchangeable shackle of hatred in this generation.

But Paul Atreides' current ability predicts future branches, and only by taking this path can he have a chance of survival.

Therefore, Paul Atreides obeyed the fragment of the future he predicted and sought help from the Fremen, but at the same time he resisted that horrible future, the future in which he would rule the Fremen with religion and become the Fremen's savior.

Because, in his eyes, the Messiah's path could not lead humanity into the future. When those fanatical Fremen brought war that spread throughout the universe in the name of God, he, Paul Atreides, was unable to stop it.

Now he stepped into the vast desert as destined in dreams and rumors, but he carried the responsibility as heavy as shackles, and was surrounded by fear. He wanted to kill the fear.

"This is also a man who wants to escape the hands of fate,"

Karon smiled slightly. The red dragon received a huge amount of information. His brain took in information and variables one by one, detecting his own trajectory.

In an instant, countless branches of results appeared before Caron's eyes, but even after contacting Paul Atreides and obtaining a large amount of overlapping information, he integrated this knowledge to understand the world situation and changes, and speculated on the various futures based on Paul Atreides' personality and thinking.

Adding to the established variable of the Fremen who had not actually met, Charon still could not sense the end point of himself and the Golden Empire Legion in this world.

The extension of each line continues to grow into the future, at least thousands of years later, which is beyond the reach of even the ancestral red dragons.

It is so densely intertwined that even with his current abilities, Caron is unable to sort it out.

So Caron turned his head and looked at the Fremen hiding in the dark desert canyon in the distance. The faces and life fluctuations of the Fremen were clearly visible in his eyes.

When he saw a familiar face, a light bulb went off in Caron's brain. It was the Fremen that Paul had dreamt of several times, a Fremen warrior, a Fremen girl.

The information transmitted by each of these Fremen was triggered one by one by the ancestral red dragon, and then gathered together as one.

Grasping this ray of inspiration, the brain's calculations and the mental energy's foresight worked together, and the infinitely spreading future line segments quickly converged. The messages conveyed by countless branching lines all indicated that the road to the Golden Empire would be three thousand five hundred years in the future.

This is the result of the ancestral red dragons and the Golden Empire not directly interfering.

If Charon led the Golden Empire's army to directly interfere with the direction of the entire incident, their journey would come to an end in twelve years.

Either they retreat back to the base camp in the world of Ekania, or they scatter in this interstellar world. Only the ancestral red dragon can survive here forever.

"So, the God of the Planes in the World of Ice and Fire wants to trap the Golden Empire in this world for 3,500 years, so that we will give up and abandon our original plan?"

Karon looked up at the two moons in the sky, excitement showing in his pupils.

In the body, abundant energy supported the rapid operation of the brain. One after another, possible branches were abandoned, selected, and finally locked down by Caron.

"Then let's see who can deviate from the established track and escape the original fate!"

The movement of thoughts happens in a flash, and in this short moment, Caron reveals several future lines that he has locked on to one by one.

Paul Atreides and Lady Jessica recovered from the effects of the Emperor's Word of Truth and got up from the ground.

Jessica was both terrified and shocked. The witch sorority's mantra had only two possibilities: effective or ineffective.

There has never been a situation like what is happening now. It has clearly taken effect in front of the other party and awakened the power of the mantra, but it is unable to affect others.

The most important thing is that the person who seemed to have walked out of the legend, or the inhuman, learned the magic of the mantra in an instant, but this is the witch mantra that only women can learn, except for Paul Atreides, the wizard accidentally created by the sisterhood. Paul Atreides was much calmer than his mother. He just looked at Caron in confusion. Although Caron used the mantra to make him kneel down, he did not feel any malice or conspiracy from Caron.

"Who are you?"

Paul Atreides asked calmly, but his hand hidden behind his back quietly grasped the weapon.

"It seems that you still don't understand."

Caron looked at Paul Atreides and smiled gently.

Although the use of mantras was a spontaneous act, it was also a way for him to detect Paul.

Now, Karon has learned that although the other party has the ability to think across time and space, he does not have the power to do so.

This also means that Paul, who has not grown to the expected level, remains at the same stage and is therefore unable to understand Caron's actions.

"Understand what?"

Paul Atreides looked at this man with a puzzled look, whose perfection even the moonlight could not match. Although his ability to predict the future was still immature, he was fully aware of himself and could predict every danger.

In front of this man, his precognition was not triggered, so he was not very nervous.

“Although dreams are wonderful, important things happen outside of dreams, because only when we are awake can we do what we should do.”

Caron's tall figure looked down at Paul Atreides, but his eyes were filled with gentleness, as if God was merciful to the world.

At this moment, the true form of the ancestral red dragon spread its wings and claws from behind Caron, suspended in the air. The ancient dragon language from its mouth carried a majestic tone like a command. The pouring dragon power enveloped Paul and Jessica, but it was not oppression, but a display.

At the same time as the human body, he said calmly: "I hope that next time I ask you, you will answer that you understand!"

Like a holy nun and an angel, Fafnir followed behind Caron with a smile on her face, gradually going away until she could no longer be seen.

……

Buzz buzz,
The severe tinnitus made Paul Atreides frown. He stopped climbing the sand dunes. He was used to the dream fragments and the occasional sudden fragments of the future, which made him quickly wake up from the nightmare-like weak and panic feeling.

The moon was bright in the sky, and Jessica's mother was still by her side. However, the traces of the sandstorm and the signs of the sandworms seemed to have been wiped out by the natural power of the desert and no longer existed.

And those two creatures that Paul Atreides had a premonition about but did not want to, nor dare to, acknowledge.

"Huh, this imaginary fragment of the future, what does it portend? Perhaps I will meet them soon," thought Paul Atreides, his eyes subconsciously sweeping across his mother's face.

It was a look of panic, shock, confusion, and fear, almost distorted, which made Paul Atreides stunned.

Wrapped in the distillation suit, shielded from all wind and sand, Paul Atreides felt a chill running straight up from the tail of his spine to the back of his head, causing his entire head to suddenly shudder.

His mother, Lady Jessica, did not have the same ability as himself to receive predictive information about future fragments in dreams and reality, which meant that it was not a predictive fragment about the future.

However, this piece of foreseeable future information existed completely in his mind in the form of information, although it seemed real.

There were no traces of the raging sandstorm on the sand surface, and the sand path where sandworms were running had not appeared. So was the scene just now an illusion of the future, or a reality of the past?

But a dangerous intuition interrupted Paul Atreides' thoughts, and the shoes on his feet touched a dangerous switch in the desert.

He subconsciously stepped on the sand twice, and the solidified bulges of sand suddenly made a sound, which could transmit the rhythmic vibration frequency equivalent to attraction to the sandworms under the sand.

"Oh no, run, it's sandstorm," Paul shouted, pulling his mother and running quickly towards the canyon outside the sand.

At this time, the two men no longer cared about stepping on the sandy ground that the Fremen used to walk through the desert, nor did they care about the rhythm that seemed to be the original sound of the desert. They ran madly towards the gap in the crack of the rocky hill.

Rumble, rumble! A gigantic sandworm scurried beneath the sand, rushing towards the two people, trying to swallow the two tiny humans into its huge, ferocious mouth.

But the Fremen hiding in the canyon activated their sand hammers, which vibrated at a special frequency to echo and attract the sandworms, hooking them away, allowing the two men to enter the canyon intact.

Here, they saw the Fremen who wrapped their entire bodies in linen robes to slow down the evaporation of moisture from their bodies.

"Don't run, that will only deplete the water in your body," a voice sounded, and a middle-aged Fremen warrior with a short beard and wearing a linen cloth said lazily as he sat on a low rock vein.

"Hey, Stilgar, you've seen me. We met when my father summoned you." Paul, surrounded by a dozen Fremen, shouted hurriedly.

"Oh, it's the Duke's son,"

"I know you," said Stilgar, the leader of the Fremen here.

But the Fremen warrior next to them approached Paul and Jessica, the dagger made of sandworm teeth in his hand flashing with cold light, and said: "What are we waiting for? The moisture on their bodies is what we need!"

"No, no, no," Stilgar said, "This is the boy I told you about. We can't touch him."

"How could he be Lisan Al-Ghaib? (In the Fremen language, it means the voice from the sky, just like the savior!)"

The somewhat old voice of a Fremen female warrior sounded. These Fremen, both men and women, were strong warriors and had the habit of equality for all. Even their leader could not forcefully subdue his people with his own powerful will.

"He hasn't proven himself yet!"

"They are weak!"

The Fremen warriors spoke up one after another.

In the eyes of these Fremen, only strong people are worthy of living on this land. The weak will only become food, either for sandworms, or for the desert, or become a source of water for the Fremen.

"Jamie,"

Stilgar stopped the fiercest warrior and said solemnly, "They crossed the Road of Shai-Hulud. They are brave. His words and deeds are not those of a weakling. His father was the same."

Paul's father, Duke Atreides, was a nobleman with a far-sighted vision. Although he was killed by the Harkonnen family and the emperor's army, his initiative to live in peace with the Fremen made the Fremen leader admire him.

"It was my maracas who saved them. Wake up, Stilgar. He is not the chosen one!"

Jamie responded that this powerful warrior was not afraid in front of the leader of the tribe, because the Fremen only served their only sand lord, Shai-Hulud, and the leader could only guide them in the right way.

Moreover, Jamie is a Fremen from the north. Unlike the fundamentalist Fremen in the south who believe in the Messiah, he is not very interested in the rumors spread by the spies sent by the sisterhood - the Fremen Mother.

The situation began to become tense. According to the words of the tribal warriors, Stilger also wanted to abandon Jessica, the woman, and only protect Paul, the man who could be trained to be a warrior.

Caron and Fafner stood at the top of the canyon, looking down at everything happening from afar.

It is difficult for mortals to observe any traces of their existence, so they are naturally ignored like the wind in the sky, the sand around them, and the stones under their feet.

"Favrna," Caron looked down and suddenly spoke.

"Hmm? Master!"

"Tell me, is there anyone like us, like a god, watching everything that Paul is facing, observing our actions and trajectory!"

"Maybe, Master, even you don't know, so I don't know either!"

"But no matter what happens, I will always be by your side!"

"Oh Well!"

(End of this chapter)