Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 254 The end is also the beginning

An oasis appeared in the desert at some unknown time.

The yellow poplar forest and sand date trees gradually turned into red golden thorn grass and then green weeping willow trees. Looking up, the boundless golden desert was surrounded by a vast expanse of endless green forest.

The incredible grass was also green and lush, growing lushly in the desert, contrary to common practice.

The withered and anxious sand seemed to be blocked by an invisible force and could never invade the green forest. This also caused many small animals in the desert to gather from all directions and live in this oasis.

The big guys wearing full body heavy armor who patrolled the oasis every day did not scare the small animals.

Because these big guys were not like the Fremen who treated them as food, but just pretended they didn't exist. This made some desert rats and sand foxes even dare to jump onto their shoulders when these big guys stopped to rest.

Only in the central area of this oasis is there a forbidden area that all animals dare not touch from the bottom of their hearts. There is a natural aura there that prevents even the dumbest animals from mustering the courage to approach.

Some brave animals would only occasionally glimpse it from afar, and through the gaps in the green forest, they could see the scales and horns of some huge creatures moving.

These animals didn't know what this creature was, but it possessed unique concepts and symbols that had never existed in this universe, and they began to realize in their foolish minds that this was the green field of the dragon.

Time passes, the desert lasts forever, as if the peaceful days will always exist.

But today, the tranquility of this green paradise was awakened by fierce artillery fire and vibrations in the sky.

One by one, the soldiers of the Burning Hoof Legion could not help but come out from the shade of trees excitedly. These peaceful days were a more arduous mental training for the warriors with warlike blood.

The physical pain is nothing compared to this kind of peaceful and quiet training.

"Let's go and see who is disturbing our Lord's rest," Legion Commander Lennis said calmly, unable to hide his excitement.

Under the leadership of Commander Lennis, the soldiers on duty opened two side openings on the back of their armor, from which pairs of demon and devil wings over ten meters long stretched out and flew to the top of the sand dunes far away in the plain.

Whoosh, bang!

Dozens of flapping-wing aircraft in the sky, controlled by the warriors, fired bursts of flames at the barren hills and rock walls on the ground, killing the Fremen on the ground and piercing them like sieves.

The violent energy flames melted the Fremen's bodies into holes, and there was also a 20-meter-long, oval eggshell-shaped spaceship flying across the sky.

A huge ion laser was fired from the muzzle, piercing directly through the brittle rock wall, piercing through the Fremen who were hiding behind and shooting at the spaceship with laser guns and ion cannons, and then blew them into pieces.

One flapping-wing aircraft after another was shot down by the Fremen, and one by one the Fremen were directly covered by the fierce firepower in the sky, and a large number of them died instantly.

On the ground, a large number of soldiers from the Harkonnen Family Legion landed on the sand, moving forward in groups, and coordinating with the firepower from the sky to kill all the rats that were destroying the spice production.

Paul and the Fremen Suicide Squad's actions angered the Harkonnen family, so this wealthy family began to send more troops to wipe out these Fremen.

However, even with the fire support from the sky, the warriors of the Harkonnen family seemed no match for these fierce Fremen warriors.

The Fremen shouted the name of Paul, their warrior leader and prophet, and bravely fought. The women even threw their children at the Harkonnen Legionnaires and threw themselves on their swords to tear open the defense and allow their men to attack.

Paul led his companions who had lived in the desert for a long time and had become extremely powerful due to exposure to spices. They dodged artillery fire while attacking the Harkonnen family legion.

His powerful predictive ability and combat skills made the blade in his hand like a scythe of death that reaped lives. No Harkonnen warrior could withstand a single round in front of him.

"Follow me, I will always be ahead,"

Paul swung his sword, deflecting the enemy's weapons and cutting off the neck of a Harkonnen warrior. He raised his arms and shouted, and countless Fremen shouted fanatically at the same time, walking side by side with him, without fear of death.

The flames of war spread throughout the entire sand dunes, because it was not just the Fremen suicide squad, but all the Fremen in the entire dungeon were here.

At first, Paul led the Fremen to victory in every battle because of his powerful predictive ability.

But a few days ago, the Harkonnen family army, which had increased its strength by a large number of troops, suddenly discovered the location of the Teb Crypt and launched an attack on the crypt, resulting in the loss of many Fremen people.

Paul did not predict this.

Therefore, Paul, like his mother Jessica, drank the water of life and opened up the memories and wisdom of all the male and female ancestors in his bloodline.

The memories and experiences of these ancestors are like a huge database of information, which allows Paul's predictive ability to integrate various known information to observe the future direction branches.

But no matter which direction he looked, he could only see his own corpse, with blood gushing out from countless terrible knife wounds.

In addition to going south, leading the entire Fremen as a religious leader and establishing a theocratic rule, he can embark on the road to success.

He could only bravely face his destiny and lead the remaining Fremen south to the base camp.

But Harkonnen's pursuers were hot on their heels, and they had to get rid of them, so this battle broke out.

Paul used the worries and anger in his heart to forge an unstoppable blade, and he leapt into the crowd, invincible.

His and the Fremen's performance attracted the attention of the Burning Legion warriors who were standing on the top of the sand dune watching the battle.

One soldier couldn't help but say, "Boss, these are excellent warrior embryos. If they are used by the Empire, they can also play a huge role. Do you want to take action and get rid of those ugly Harkonnens?"

Lennis stood with his sword in his hand. The long and heavy cross-shaped sword shone with a cold light, making this warrior wearing heavy armor and standing four meters tall look particularly ferocious.

As the Chapter Master of the Second Burning Hoof Legion, this guy is now the leader of all the legionnaires and the highest-ranking centurion.

"Go," Lennis nodded, "Show the power and glory of our Lord. These Fremen are our best reserves and rulers here."

Then an invisible mental wave swept across the entire field, like a huge roar, making the battlefield filled with gunfire and blood disappear in an instant.

"Stop, you reckless mortals! How dare you disturb the place where my Lord is standing!"

"What the hell, wearing this old thing in the desert is really funny," the simple-minded Harkonnen family warrior who was flying a flapping-wing aircraft laughed and fired at the warriors.

"You are courting death, daring to disturb the peace of my Lord,"

A loud voice rolled out from under the warriors' visors, echoing throughout the entire arena. Suddenly, pairs of huge wings stretched out from behind each warrior.

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Twenty elite warriors of the Burning Hoof Legion spread their wings and soared into the sky, the long swords in their hands burning with the evil fire of demons and devils and the blazing dragon flame.

The flames in the sky were cut by the long swords of these powerful warriors and reached the flapping-wing aircraft piloted by the Harkonnen warriors in an instant.

Sharp sword lights flashed, and the steel dragonfly in the sky was cut in half by the cross heavy sword.

Machines made of steel are no harder than trees under the swords of these elite warriors of the empire. The evil fire and dragon flame can even stick to the steel and gradually melt these solid substances.

The pilot was also burned by the evil fire and dragon flame attached to the sword, and fell into the desert from the broken fuselage at high altitude with screams. Within a few seconds, his entire body and combat uniform were burned to ashes by the evil fire and dragon flame.

Before the Harkonnen warriors who were piloting the spacecraft could figure out what was happening, the flapping-wing aircraft in the sky had been destroyed one after another by these terrifying warriors and fell into the rain.

The spaceship quickly tried to take off and escape from this terrible area.

But Lennis pulled out the heavy sword from the sand, and unparalleled power gathered in his hands. The blazing white heart energy turned into a burning flame and attached to the cross heavy sword, which he threw out.

The heavy sword actually made a sharp sound in the air. The speed at which these warriors swung their swords was almost the speed of sound, not to mention that this terrifying dragon-blooded creature was using all its strength.

His loyalty to the ancestral red dragon makes the mental power in his body extremely powerful, pure and with powerful destructive force.

The sound of the sonic boom arrived almost at the same time as the giant sword, but the hard alloy used to make the spacecraft did not show its strong defensive power and was directly penetrated and melted by the heavy sword.

The pilot of the spaceship was also killed directly by this blow. Without control of the pilot, the spaceship suddenly staggered and fell from the air, crashing into the sand.

The whole place was silent. The Harkonnen warriors and Fremen who were still fighting stopped at the same time, stunned by the huge change in this moment.

If the other party had shot down the flapping-wing aircraft and spaceships with laser cannons, they would not have had any idea, but the other party destroyed the creation of this civilization in this almost ancient form.

The huge wings behind the warriors also shocked many Fremen, as if a legendary myth had suddenly appeared before their eyes, which was more shocking than Paul Atreides, the true prophet. Many Fremen even forgot that they were still on the battlefield, and knelt down to pay homage to the heavily armored warriors with wings spread in the sky.

"The angels of Allah, the warriors of the Creator, the great gods, are protecting the Fremen!"

"Praise be to Allah and God the Eternal,"

"This is the real voice from outer space, this is the messenger of God!"

Even Cheney, who had never believed that Paul was a prophet, opened his eyes wide and began to pray silently.

Paul's powerful mental strength kept him awake. He knew very well that there were no so-called gods in this world. They were the memories of countless generations of human ancestors passed down in their blood.

But these Fremen who once regarded him as a prophet now knelt down one after another, and when a true miracle happened, his leadership flickered like a candle in the wind.

Perhaps those powerful winged warriors could easily rule these Fremen simply by opening their mouths to acknowledge them.

But to Paul's surprise, these powerful warriors were as proud as their strength.

"I am not the angel you claim I am, and the master I serve is not the God and Creator you claim I am," Lennis walked down the sand dune, came to the Fremen who were kneeling on the ground, and spoke.

These warriors, like the entire Golden Empire, have a dragon-like pride, and they would not steal this faith, even if the Fremen could be of use to them.

"I am a warrior of God, but the God I serve is the Emperor of Dragons, the master of all people and races. You must remember this," Lennis stepped on the sand with his tall body, and his deep and powerful words resounded, "You must not confuse my Lord with other gods!"

All the Fremen had expressions of astonishment and disbelief. Even the usually calm Paul, whose eyes had turned blue from taking too much spice, showed a look of shock.

But these warriors, as powerful as angels, ignored the noisy and chaotic Fremen and gathered together again. They were as tall as the legendary giants and brought a strong sense of oppression to the Fremen.

However, these warriors did not communicate much, but crossed the sand dunes and disappeared from everyone's sight.

After the warriors left, Paul regained control of the tribe. He led the Fremen, who were still talking, to kill the remaining Harkonnen warriors, and then prepared to set off again.

But when they crossed the sand dunes, the oasis in the desert suddenly appeared before their eyes, like a paradise descending into this mortal world.

Spreading to the edge of the endless desert horizon, the endless green shade and plants made everyone tremble and kneel down. They looked at the lakes with flowing waves, raised their hands, prayed and praised the Creator's power and favor.

Paul, on the other hand, uttered a sentence from his throat, "That's not Allah, that's a dragon!"

But except for his lover Chini, no one cared about the words of this prophet. After praying excitedly, these Fremen rushed towards the oasis and the lake like crazy.

But there was a loud bang, and one after another huge sandworms hundreds of meters long rushed out from the edge of the oasis, revealing their hideous mouthparts and making strange gurgling sounds, blocking these crazy Fremen.

"Oh my god, this is a sandworm that is even bigger than the grandmother-level sandworm. Holy Shai-Hulud, how can there be so many sandworms gathered here?"

"The largest sandworm I have ever seen was only over 200 meters long, but that one was much longer than 400 meters."

Fear surged in the hearts of the Fremen who believed in sandworms. Facing sandworms of this level, the few thousand Fremen left might only be enough to feed these sandworms half a meal.

But these sandworms did not attack the Fremen. Instead, they lowered their heads, closed their mouths, and lay between the oasis and the Fremen, surrendering and worshiping the oasis.

At this moment, those powerful warriors who were like giants in the front also knelt on one knee towards the center of the oasis to greet the master with silent and solemn aura.

Hulong,

The spread wings were like a shadow covering the earth, and a forty-eight-meter-long dragon wing rose from the center of the oasis. A creature that seemed to be shining in the sun rose from the center of the oasis, making everyone think that a dazzling sun was rising at this moment.

A distance that would take the Fremen a whole day to run can now be reached with just a single flap of this majestic creature's wings.

The ancestral red dragon landed in front of the surrendered giant sandworm, and invisible mental fluctuations swept through all the people, causing the Fremen, who had no idea about the word dragon, to shout out immediately.

"Dragon, giant dragon, this is the giant dragon served by those divine warriors!"

During the past six months, the ancestral red dragon has accelerated its development because of the growth characteristics of the sandworms it swallowed, and has grown from 21 meters to 23 meters.

The red scales that were originally sparkling with elemental light became even more dazzling. The extremely thick limbs seemed to be broader and thicker than the rock pillars. The scales that were sparkling with metallic light seemed to be stronger than the alloy used to make spacecraft.

Ancient and mysterious patterns are entwined around the huge wings, looking like colorful streams of light flowing through the patterns.

Kalon's huge, majestic and gorgeous head was held high, and his six huge horns were like scepters, carrying an awe-inspiring nobility.

But the thorny horns growing on the ancestral red dragon's back and its fangs that are long and sharper than any divine weapon make this ancestral red dragon look particularly ferocious and powerful, and breathtaking.

The thick and long dragon tail and the knotted and bulging muscles that support the scales on its body demonstrate its unparalleled sense of power. It is noble, majestic and ferocious, mysterious and powerful.

This is the first impression that comes to everyone's mind.

Those gigantic sandworms became negative examples of ugliness and stupidity in front of the ancestral red dragon.

So the moment the ancestor red dragon opened its mouth, the Fremen had already knelt on the ground, worshiping this perfect god that had never existed in the world before.

"Do you understand it?"

Caron spoke, and the dragon's tone was like an ancient echo, with heavy ups and downs, and Paul, who was so close to it for the first time, couldn't help but put his hands together and began to praise this perfect creature.

After hearing the words of the ancestral red dragon, Paul instinctively used his ability to calculate and observe the future. With his ability growing to this level today, he has already been able to observe trajectory fragments for many years into the future.

He saw the future and succeeded in his revenge, but the Fremen of the planet Dune became the new nobles in the world. They fought and killed in the name of Paul, caused various religious wars in the name of Paul, and ravaged other planets in the universe.

The Dune planet was saved, but the other planets were ruined.

Under the general trend, it would be useless even if Paul became emperor, or even a spiritual leader. His becoming a savior in the religious sense was just an excuse and reason for mankind to continue fighting other wars.

Those Fremen leaders only launched wars in the name of Paul in the name of freedom and revenge, rather than being suppressed by the entire empire for rebellion.

Although he has the ability to predict the future, he is ultimately a mortal and cannot control this fanatical religion.

What worries him even more is that even if he observes countless future branches, Cheney's death will eventually come.

This result is also the reason why Paul did not believe in theocracy.

But in the past, the figure of the ancestral red dragon that had intersected with Paul but could not be observed was transformed into a variable and was added by Paul, who had a telepathic connection. He obtained the red dragon's permission, so he could observe other trajectories.

The branching trajectory of endless despair instantly opened up a path of hope in Paul's eyes.

With the support of the real power of the gods, Paul will become a truly powerful leader and religious leader, and the scenes of the demise of the Cheneys will be reversed one by one, and the pale faces will be turned into smiling faces.

Even though Paul still believed in his mind that the Messiah's theocracy could not bring humanity the future it deserved, he lowered his head to express his respect to the ancestral red dragon.

According to Paul's calculations and predictions, even without him, the other side's strength would still be enough to easily rule these Fremen.

But if I leave myself aside, my revenge plan will never succeed, and the future will not turn out as I expect.

"It turns out that God once loved me in the name of Chini!"

Caron smiled faintly, revealing his fangs. Although he could not predict what direction Paul would actually take in the future, which was just countless branches, he could add himself as a variable.

But although this method is the optimal solution, it does not mean that there are no other ways. Caron only made this choice because he admired this warrior and coveted the enormous population potential in this universe. So, what Paul said was not wrong.

Then the red dragon covered Paul's head with its claws, and the majestic dragon voice with invisible spiritual fluctuations sounded, "Go, you are not the savior of God, but the messianic warrior of the dragon."

"I give you a future, you give me the whole world!"

Paul lowered his head, then turned around, facing all the Fremen, raised his arms and shouted, "God bless the warriors!"

(End of this chapter)