Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 255 Rosani's Call
Crunch, crunch, the sound of sharp teeth chewing hard bones is endless.

This is the sound of dragons eating.

Giant dragons with scales of different colors stood in front of a two-hundred-meter-long beast, and used their sharp claws to tear open the fur of the beast with a lion's head, two wings and four eagle claws, sucking its blood, chewing its bones, and swallowing its tendons and flesh.

Although eating people alive seems extremely barbaric in the eyes of civilized races, in Karon's opinion, if advanced creatures must appear advanced, then he would rather be a frightening beast.

The two heads of the white dragon Kamide were busy nearby. It had been a long time since they had eaten like they did when they were hatched, so this white dragon seemed particularly happy.

It swept its long tail and squeezed beside Karon, and used its dragon claws to diligently dig out the huge, still slightly beating heart of the monster-like creature. After handing it to the ancestral red dragon, it shook its head and bit the ribs of the giant beast in front of Karon, making a crunching sound.

Even the two female dragons, the green dragon Antajiana and the red dragon Klenaya, who wanted to get close to the ancestral red dragon, were pushed away by the white dragon.

It’s not because the white dragon Kamide was able to defeat the two female dragons, but because the ancestral red dragons were used to the existence of the white dragon Kamide, which was a follower.

What is the fake dragon power?

The blue dragons Dos and Akzi followed the style of blue dragons, biting the huge creature's shoulders and neck, and spitting out just the right amount of electric light between their mouths and noses as their fangs bit, roasting their food to just the right degree.

After ingesting the spices, it became easier for these dragons to control their own power. Although they were not as sophisticated as the ancestral red dragons, they could achieve this level simply by instinct.

The two female dragons sullenly chewed the food on the back opposite the ancestral red dragon, biting off large chunks of flesh and blood and the spine that was as hard as fine steel and swallowing them into their stomachs.

But the two pairs of vertical pupils of different colors stared fiercely at the two-headed white dragon that was in the way but unaware of it, as if it was the scales of the white dragon that were being crushed by their fangs.

The two female dragons, Antajiana and Clenaya, have always been pursuers of Charon. Every time they spend intimate time with him, it depends on the attitude and willingness of the ancestor red dragon, so the two female dragons usually like to stay with Charon.

When it comes to indulging in pleasure, once females are attracted, they are far more obsessed than males.

What's more, these two female dragons are no longer ordinary dragons, but meritorious dragons.

After arriving in this world and learning detailed information, the two female dragons and the Grand Mage of the Sanctuary, Lapers, sneaked into the interstellar spaceship of the Harkonnen Family Legion and went to where they wanted to go.

In this civilization that has abandoned technology that transcends the times, all current technological means and creations are centered on the spices on the planet Arrakis. There is no way to stop the infiltration of the Grand Master of the Sanctuary and the two dragons.

Even the navigators and sisterhood members who possessed the ability to predict the future could not predict these outsiders with powerful mental powers.

It cannot confront the power of the entire universe head-on, but it can dominate everything in secret. If the Golden Empire's current goal is not to conquer the world, letting the Empire's power operate in secret for decades would be enough to achieve huge results.

This is also the reason why Charon is determined to conquer Paul Atreides. With the help of this duke's heir, the empire can take control of the entire world openly and more quickly.

The sophistication and advancement of this interstellar civilization as a whole cannot be compared with the highest level of magical civilization.

The ancestral red dragon chewed the juicy and sweet heart in its mouth and swallowed it, but did not eat it. Instead, it looked at the endless forests and green fields where the tall trees were almost as tall as those in the empire's homeland.

At the end of these endless forests and green fields is the known end of the universe. It is also the golden passage leading to the outer universe discovered and calculated by the "thinking machine" that once ruled this universe.

The sky at the end of this planet is neither the starry sky nor the world barrier enclosed by the material plane of the Ekania world.

Instead, it was formed by the convergence of countless lights from deep space, forming whirlpools that looked like huge vertical eyes, sometimes expanding and sometimes contracting.

It was as if all the colors of the starry sky were sucked into these whirlpools, causing the entire planet to be dim, just like dusk before night falls.

However, in the eyes of the dragon, such an environment is no different from daytime.

It is also in this place that the creatures that appear begin to become extremely large, fundamentally different in appearance and form from the species on other planets.

Perhaps, these strange creatures came from huge channels, and then gradually adapted and survived in this universe.

What surprised the Ancestral Red Dragon was not the existence of these channels, but the fact that he could actually sense the call from the Black Dragon Rossani in some information carriers from certain messages occasionally transmitted through the channels.

Obviously, this golden passage is the space tunnel that leads to the world of dragons.

Karon shook his huge head, temporarily putting aside the worries in his heart.

The power accumulated by the World Tree Ovo is almost complete, and he just needs to complete the final finishing work in this world to lay the foundation for the empire's future actions. He only hopes that Rossani can hold on for a little longer.

"Don't worry, Karon. In that dragon world, the gods cannot descend to the world. Other powers cannot harm Rosani at all. As long as he is careful,

The white dragon Gmot, who was chewing bones on his buttocks, raised his head, looked at the red dragon with his snowball-like vertical pupils, and said comforting words.

"Even though he is not as powerful as you, with the power to destroy an empire, Rosani is also a dragon, an existence that those lower creatures cannot touch."

What the white dragon Gemot said was not an exaggeration. Only the dragons who live with the ancestral red dragons on a daily basis can understand the true strength of today's red dragons.

The luster and color flowing on the ancestral red dragon scales are like an incomplete rainbow, and they are not just beautiful.

While constantly exploring the potential of his bloodline and studying magical knowledge, the ancestral red dragon's own domain covers his body on a daily basis, like layers of elemental armor.

This layer of elemental armor looks weak, but it is almost completely immune to the three elements of fire, metal and earth.

If other elemental forces want to reach the body of the ancestral red dragon, they have to go through numerous obstructions and weakening before they can face the red dragon's scales, which are stronger than iron shields and have excellent elemental resistance.

The ancestral red dragon's spellcasting and close combat abilities were already very powerful. After taking in the spices, his evolved brain and sub-brain brought him a higher level of comprehensive reaction abilities.

Even in the eyes of these equally proud dragons, the ancestral red dragon represents the perfect creation of dragons.

Under normal circumstances, the current ancestral red dragon is already invincible below the legendary level, and above the legendary level, it depends on the situation. After all, those above level 20 are called legendary, and level 70 is also called legendary.

A legendary wizard is called a legend, and a poor legendary warrior is also called a legend. They cannot be treated the same.

But if Charon is willing to waste a lot of time here, he can spend many years here and destroy all civilizations in this interstellar universe alone.

Kalon shook his head and said, "After all, we still cannot underestimate those plane gods. They certainly have their limitations, and the positive power they exert may not be as good as the legendary ones, but to be called gods, they must have a status and domain that mortals cannot touch."

The white dragon Gmot's fangs were stained with blood, revealing a ferocious smile that dragons generally have. He said softly: "When a giant dragon walks out of its lair, it must undergo trials. Following you on this path, we will take the responsibility for everything in the future. Karon, if Rosani dies in that world, I believe it is also his willing choice."

"Then, that world had better pray that Rosani is still alive,"

Charon's fangs collided, and sparks flew.

But the dull topic was interrupted by the white dragon Kamide. The white dragon blinked its clear vertical pupils and muttered, "Rosani is so cunning, nothing will happen to him. But I still feel sorry that Antajiana and Klenaya didn't bring out the ultimate intelligent creation in this universe - the thinking machine."

"It is said that this thing can make people smarter. If we bring it back to the empire, won't it make more people smarter and then serve the dragons?"

"You are the only one who could think of it. How could Clenaya and I not think of it?" The green dragon Antajena glared at the white dragon fiercely, waving her claws in front of her, and then pointing at the large interstellar spaceship parked behind the group of dragons.

"That thinking machine is huge, bigger than a spaceship. Are you going to let me and Clenaya carry it back, you idiot with your head stuck in your ass?"

The Thinking Machine was the ultimate intelligent creation that once ruled the universe. After the Holy War, its remains were collected by another race, the Tleilaxu.

These Tleilaxu also relied on the wreckage of the thinking machine to obtain many advanced technologies and knowledge, such as the salamander box technology, which can be used for human cloning and large-scale production.

There is also the human computer, Mentat technology, which is popular in the universe today. It was also invented by the Tleilaxu based on the thinking machine.

Mentat is divided into six levels, but the lowest level Mentat also has a photographic memory, so it is also called an information recorder.

The highest level Mentat is the foundation of the rule of all nobles, and is said to be able to calculate and process all the information in the world.

In Kalon's opinion, these Mentat were undoubtedly the most outstanding and useful cattle and horses in the Golden Empire, and he was quite covetous of this knowledge and technology.

However, the potential of this world needs to be slowly explored, so he is not in a hurry. Moreover, although it is inconvenient to take such a huge thinking machine now, the ancestral red dragon is about to take it away when he opens up his own demiplane in the future.

When a legendary wizard advances, the surge in mental strength and power is enough to support the huge amount of information rule calculations and power support required to open up a perfect demiplane that is unique to him.

But now the ancestral red dragon has grown and evolved, and is able to open up its own demiplane before reaching the legendary level.

Because the most powerful thing about this ancestral red dragon is his spiritual will and mind. After evolving, he has leaped to a higher level, enough to stand on equal footing with the legendary psychic, or even surpass him.

After all, the ancestral red dragon has never encountered a legendary psychic, so it is unable to compare its own level, just like when a beast enters a new area, it always needs to go through slaughter to determine which level of the food chain it belongs to.

"My butt isn't big enough to hold my head," the white dragon Kamide muttered, glancing at the two female dragons. Then, the clear-minded white dragon instantly forgot about the topic and looked at the huge interstellar spaceship.
He muttered, "Caron, do you want to take some spaceships with you when you leave? These toys look really fun."

"I want to take a spaceship away and see which one is more powerful than the magic spaceships of the elves."

"There will be a chance in the future," the white dragon Gmot stopped his unreliable brother from thinking, and said, "Compared with the magic spaceships of the elves, these spaceships can only be regarded as toys."

"Kamide, why don't you look through the dragon treasure house in your bloodline and see what's inside," the female red dragon Clenaya couldn't help but say.

"Those elves once relied on floating cities and huge interstellar fleets to challenge and fight against the gods. Although these arrogant elves failed, it is undeniable that they were once powerful."

Looking at the dragons that were beginning to make noises again like they did when they were young, Kalon curled up the corners of his mouth and said, "The civilization of this world cannot yet reach the great achievements of the elves, but it also has its merits."

"Come on, since you can waste your extra time arguing, it seems that you are full. Go back and finish our unfinished business!"

One after another, giant dragons stood up, magic power surged between their claws and toes, the spell model quickly took shape, and a huge space portal slowly opened in front of the ancestral red dragon.

Charon took a step forward and was the first to enter the portal, followed closely by a group of giant dragons.

……

Hundreds of thousands of Fremen have already gathered in the largest dungeon in the south. These Fremen sitting in the dungeon are the leaders and senior leaders of their respective tribes, as well as the most powerful warriors.

In addition, there are millions of Fremen in other caves connected to the crypt and outside the crypt. They gathered here because the Fremen clan council meeting was held today.

The Fremen from the north brought news of the coming of the prophet, as well as news of the existence of the prophet and gods.

But unlike the fanatical Fremen at the bottom, whether the true prophet is recognized depends on the opinions of these high-level people, which is quite funny.

Those northern Fremen spread the news of the gods in a serious manner, but were sneered at by these high-level officials.

But in the crypt, this solemn place, no one made a sound.

The huge crypt was dark all around, with only a hole in the dome in the very center letting in sunlight. That was also the very center of the crypt, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Fremen sitting on the ground, and it was empty.

Paul strode across the path left by the Fremen, toward the only place where sunlight shone, his steps firm and unstoppable.

"Mahdi, Mahdi," a believer in the Prophet anxiously stopped him, "That is the place where the leader of the tribe can stand up and speak. Here, only the leader of the tribe can speak."

"If you want to speak, you must replace him," the believer pointed at Stilgar, the nominal leader of the northern tribe, and shouted.

"Defeat him and return the water in his body to the well!"

Stillger, wearing a religious robe, stood up from the ground without saying a word.

"Do you think I would be stupid enough to get rid of the bravest warrior in our tribe before the war comes?" Paul's blue eyes were filled with bloody flames as he looked directly into the eyes of the believers.

"Will you destroy your own blade before a fight?" Paul's voice soared and he suddenly roared.

"Take my life, Muad'Dib, this is the only way out," Stillger drew out his dagger and lifted up his robe. He had already understood.

Paul turned around, his blue eyes filled with blood-red flames swept over Stilgar and all the Fremen, and roared, "It's up to me to lead the way."

All the Fremen became restless from the quiet and solemn atmosphere and stood up one after another.

But Paul stood firm. He walked up to the high platform in the sun, turned around to face all the Fremen, and shouted loudly: "No one here can match me!"

"Your mother's spirit warned you of my coming, fear in your heart, for the moment has come,"

Paul stepped forward, walked to a warrior leader who had drawn his dagger, and squatted down. He looked down into the leader's eyes, as if he could see through all his inner thoughts, and whispered, "You think you have a chance of winning, but you are still afraid."

"What if I really am the chosen one? This might be the moment you have been praying for your whole life,"

Paul's calmness and momentum overwhelmed the leader. He stood up again and said to all the Fremen: "Pray in your heart right now and ask your grandmother for blessings."

"She died nine months ago," Paul stepped closer to the Fremen leader and said in Fremen language. "She lost one eye because she was hit in the face by a rock while walking through a storm."

Paul's words hit the leader's heart, which was exactly the same as the leader's own situation. The leader's domineering momentum turned into fear, and panic began to spread on his face.

Solemnity and surprise began to spread on the face of every Fremen.

"At that time, she was only twelve years old. At that time, this planet was not called Arrakis, but only had a Fremen name - Dune!"

The leader's horrified expression was clearly visible in his rapidly dilated pupils. He immediately knelt down and shouted loudly: "Lisang Al-Gaibu!"

At this moment, all the Fremen knelt down at the same time and shouted loudly: "Lisan Algeb!"

"Lisan Algeb, please show us the way!"

Paul took off his gloves, took out the duke's ring inherited from his family from his arms, put it on his hand, and raised his hand to the sky.

"I am Paul Muad'Dib Atreides! Duke of Arrakis and God's Messiah Warrior," Paul raised his right hand to the sky and shouted, "My Lord is my witness for everything!"

Rumble,
The huge dome that looked like the sky began to shake when Paul finished speaking. All the Fremen panicked, looking at the huge head that was descending from the dome.

A pair of huge steel claws clung to the dome, allowing all the Fremen to see every fine scale, every knotted and bulging muscle and strength on the claws.

An unparalleled force was expanding, and the entire dome was slowly unveiled before this god-like creature, like lifting a curtain to let the sunlight shine down.

Boom,

The huge dome was overturned by the power of the gods, and heads popped out one after another, with vertical pupils of different colors staring at the Fremen in the dungeon, just like humans looking at ants, like gods staring at mortals.

"Oh my God, by Allah,"

"What is this? Is this the alien god that the prophet believes in?"

"Grandma, I hope I won't be eaten by these terrible gods!"

There was a lot of discussion, and only the Fremen from the northern tribes knelt down and began to pray.

“quiet!”

The ancestral red dragon revealed its fangs. The emperor's mantra carried a force more powerful than ancient witchcraft. The authoritative and powerful voice resounded, causing all the Fremen to shut their mouths instantly, and their terrified expressions turned into fanaticism.

"He is the Emperor of Dragons, He is the Lord of all mankind and races, and He is also the God I believe in!" Paul raised his hands high and shouted loudly: "This is the moment you have been praying for all your lives."

"He is the Emperor of Dragons, He is the Lord of Men, He is the God to be worshipped!" All the Fremen shouted in worship, shaking the earth and spreading across the sand dunes!

(End of this chapter)