Under the Red Dragon

In the desert, an oasis appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.

Yellow poplar forests and jujube trees gradually transformed into red golden-thorn bushes, followed by green weeping willows.

As far as the eye could see, the boundless golden desert was encircled by an immense, verdant forest.

The incredible grasslands teemed with lush greenery, thriving in the desert against all odds.

The parched and restless sandstorms seemed to be blocked by an invisible force, forever unable to penetrate the boundaries of this green forest.

This allowed many small desert creatures to gather from all directions and settle in this oasis.

The large figures in full warrior armor, who patrolled the oasis daily, did not frighten these small animals.

Unlike the Fremen, these behemoths did not see them as food but simply ignored their existence, allowing some desert rats and sand foxes to even leap onto their shoulders when they stopped to rest.

Only the central area of this oasis was a forbidden zone that all animals instinctively dared not approach.

A certain aura permeated the area, preventing even the most foolish animals from mustering the courage to get close.

Some bolder animals would only occasionally glimpse, through gaps in the green forest, parts of the scales and horns of enormous creatures moving within.

These animals did not know what these creatures were, but these beings possessed concepts and symbols never before seen in this universe.

Even their simple minds began to understand that this was the Green Wild of Dragons.

Time flowed on, the desert remained eternal, and it seemed that these peaceful days would last forever.

But today, the tranquility of this green paradise was shattered by violent artillery fire and the roar of explosions in the sky.

One by one, the 'Burning Hooves' legionnaires excitedly emerged from the greenery.

In these peaceful days, such tranquility was a more arduous mental training for these warriors with warlike blood.

Physical pain could not compare to this stillness bordering on death.

"Let's go see who is disturbing our Lord's rest," Legion Commander Lenice said, his calm tone barely concealing his excitement.

Led by Commander Lenice, the warriors on duty opened two side ports on the backs of their armor, from which pairs of demonic wings, over ten meters long, extended, and they flew towards the distant sand dunes on the plain.

Swoosh, bang!

Dozens of ornithopters, controlled by the warriors, swept the barren hills and rocky walls with torrents of fire, mowing down the Fremen on the ground, turning them into sieves.

The intense energy flames melted directly through the Fremen's bodies, leaving only holes, and a spaceship, over twenty meters long and shaped like an oval eggshell, cruised through the sky.

It fired massive ion lasers from its cannons, directly piercing the brittle rock walls, blasting the Fremen hiding behind them, who were firing back with laser guns and ion cannons, into dust.

Ornithopters were shot down by the Fremen, and the fierce firepower from the sky instantly killed large numbers of Fremen.

On the ground, large numbers of Harkonnen family legionnaires landed on the sand, advancing in clusters, coordinating with the aerial firepower to kill all these rats who were disrupting spice production.

Paul and the Fremen suicide squad's actions had angered the Harkonnen family, and so the wealthy family began to send more troops to eliminate these Fremen.

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

The Fremen bravely engaged in battle, shouting the names of their warrior leader and prophet, Paul.

The women even threw their children at the Harkonnen family legionnaires, then threw themselves onto the warriors' knives to breach the defenses and allow their men to attack.

Paul led his companions, who had lived in the desert for a long time and whose combat abilities were exceptionally enhanced by exposure to spice, dodging artillery fire while charging at the Harkonnen family legion.

His powerful precognitive abilities and combat skills made the blade in his hand like a scythe reaping lives.

No Harkonnen warrior could withstand a single exchange in front of him.

"Follow me, I will always be in the front!"

Paul slashed horizontally, deflecting an enemy's weapon, and then cut off the neck of a Harkonnen warrior.

He raised his arm and shouted, and countless Fremen enthusiastically shouted in unison, marching alongside him, unafraid of death.

The flames of war spread throughout the sand dunes because this was not just the Fremen suicide squad, but the entire Fremen population from the sietch was here.

Initially, Paul led the Fremen to victory after victory by relying on his powerful precognitive abilities.

But in the past few days, the Harkonnen family legion, with its increased forces, suddenly discovered the location of the Tabr sietch and launched an attack, causing the Fremen to lose many people.

All of this had not been predicted by Paul.

Therefore, Paul, like his mother Jessica, had taken the Water of Life, unlocking the memories and wisdom of all his male and female ancestors in his bloodline.

These ancestors' memories and experiences were like a vast database of information, allowing Paul's precognitive abilities to integrate insights from various known information to observe the future branching paths.

However, no matter which direction he looked, he could only see his own corpse, with blood gushing from countless terrifying cuts.

Only by heading south, assuming the role of a religious leader, uniting all the Fremen, and establishing a theocratic rule, could he find the path to success.

He had to bravely step towards his destiny, leading the remaining Fremen south to the main camp.

But the Harkonnen pursuers were hot on their heels, and they had to shake off the pursuers, which was why this battle broke out.

Paul forged his worries and anger into an unstoppable blade, plunging into the crowd, invincible.

His performance and that of the Fremen caught the attention of the Burning Legion warriors standing on the top of the sand dune, observing the battle.

One warrior couldn't help but say, "Sir, these are excellent warrior candidates.

If they were used for the empire, they could play a significant role.

Should we take action and eliminate those ugly Harkonnens?"

Lenice stood with his sword planted in the ground.

The long and heavy cross-hilt greatsword gleamed coldly, making this four-meter-tall warrior in heavy armor look particularly fierce.

As the battle group leader of the second batch of the Burning Hooves Legion, this guy was now the leader of all the legionnaires, and also the highest-ranking chiliarch.

"Go," Lenice nodded.

"Display our Lord's might and glory.

These Fremen are the best reserves and rulers we have in this area."

Then an invisible mental wave swept across the entire field, like a huge roar, instantly silencing the battlefield filled with artillery fire and splattering blood.

"Stop, you presumptuous mortals.

How dare you disturb the place where our Lord resides!"

"What the heck is that, wearing those old things in the desert, so funny," a simple-minded Harkonnen family warrior mocked while firing at these warriors from his ornithopter.

"Courting death, daring to disturb our Lord's peace!"

A loud voice rolled out from under the warrior's visor, resounding throughout the field, and pairs of huge wings suddenly extended from the backs of the warriors.

Whoosh!

Twenty elite warriors of the Burning Hooves Legion spread their wings and soared into the sky, their longswords burning with the evil fire of demons and devils, and the scorching dragon flames.

The flames from the sky were cleaved apart by these powerful warriors with their longswords, and in an instant, they reached the ornithopters piloted by the Harkonnen warriors.

Streaks of cold sword light flashed, and the steel dragonflies in the sky were directly cut in half by the cross greatswords.

Machines made of steel were no harder than trees under the swords of these elite imperial warriors, and the evil fire and dragon flames could adhere to the steel, gradually melting these solid materials.

The pilots were also burned by the evil fire and dragon flames attached to the swords, screaming as they fell from the broken fuselage in the high sky into the desert.

In a matter of seconds, the entire corpse, bones, and combat suit were burned to ashes by the evil fire and dragon flames.

The Harkonnen warriors piloting the spaceship had not yet figured out what was happening, and the ornithopters in the sky had been destroyed one after another by these terrifying warriors, falling like rain.

The spaceship quickly tried to gain altitude and escape this terrible area.

But Lenice pulled the greatsword out of the sand, and unparalleled power gathered in his hand.

The blazing white heart energy transformed into burning flames, adhering to the cross greatsword, and he threw it out.

The heavy greatsword actually made a sharp sword cry in the air.

The speed at which these warriors usually swung their greatswords was already close to the speed of sound, let alone this terrifying dragon blood creature going all out.

Loyalty to the ancestral red dragon allowed the heart energy within his body to be incomparably vast, pure, and with powerful destructive force.

The sound of the sonic boom and the giant sword arrived almost simultaneously.

The hard alloy used to build the spaceship did not demonstrate its powerful defensive capabilities, and was directly pierced and melted by the greatsword.

The spaceship pilot was also directly killed by this blow.

Losing the pilot's control, the spaceship swayed and crashed into the sand.

The entire field was silent.

The Harkonnen warriors and Fremen who were still fighting stopped at the same time, stunned by this sudden change.

If the opponent had shot down the ornithopters and spaceship with laser cannons, it would not have given them any ideas, but the opponent had destroyed these creations of civilization in such an almost ancient form.

The huge wings on the backs of the warriors also shocked many Fremen, like a legend suddenly descending before their eyes.

This was even more shocking than the true prophet Paul Atreides.

Many Fremen even forgot that they were still on the battlefield, and knelt down, worshiping the heavily armored warriors with wings hovering in the sky.

"The angels of the True God, the warriors of the Creator, the great gods are blessing the Fremen!"

"Praise the eternal True God and God!"

"This is the true voice from beyond the heavens, this is the messenger of God!"

Even Chani, who had never believed that Paul was a prophet, widened her eyes 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, only the transmission of memories from countless generations of human ancestors in the bloodline.

But these Fremen, who had previously regarded him as a prophet, were now kneeling down.

When the true miracle descended, his leadership swayed like a candle in the wind.

Perhaps those powerful warriors with wings could easily rule these Fremen simply by acknowledging it.

But to Paul's surprise, these powerful warriors had pride as high as their powerful strength.

"I am not the angel you speak of, and the master I serve is not the True God and Creator you speak of," Lenice walked down the sand dune and came to the Fremen kneeling on the ground, and said.

These warriors, like the entire Golden Empire, possessed draconic pride.

They disdained to steal this faith, even if the Fremen were useful to them.

"I am a warrior of God, but the God I serve is the Dragon Emperor, the master of humans and all races, you must remember," Lenice's tall body stepped on the sand, and his deep voice resounded powerfully.

"Do not confuse our Lord with other gods!"

All the Fremen showed astonished and incredulous expressions.

Even Paul, who was always calm, showed a shocked expression in his blue eyes, which had turned blue from excessive spice consumption.

But these powerful warriors, like angels, ignored the noisy and clamorous Fremen, regrouped, and were as tall as giants in legends, bringing a strong sense of oppression to these 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 constantly discussing, 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, like a paradise descending in this mortal world, suddenly appeared before their eyes.

Spreading to the edge of the endless desert horizon, the endless greenery and plants made everyone tremble and kneel down.

They looked at the lakes flowing with water, raised their hands, and prayed and praised the power and favor of the Creator.

And Paul uttered a sentence from his throat, "That's not the True God, that's the Dragon!"

But except for his lover Chani, no one cared about his words as a prophet anymore.

These Fremen excitedly prayed, and then rushed towards the oasis and lakes like crazy.

But a rumbling sound came, and one huge sandworm after another, hundreds of meters long, darted out from the edge of the oasis, revealing hideous mouthparts, making strange gurgling sounds, blocking the path of these crazed Fremen.

"Oh my god, these are sandworms even larger than the grandmother sandworms, the holy Shai-Hulud, how can so many sandworms gather here?"

"The largest sandworm I have ever seen is only two hundred meters long, that sandworm far exceeds four hundred meters,"

The Fremen who believed in sandworms felt fear in their hearts.

In front of sandworms of this level, the Fremen, with only a few thousand people left, might only be enough for these sandworms to eat for half a meal.

But these sandworms did not attack these Fremen, but lowered their heads, closed their mouthparts, lay prostrate between the oasis and the Fremen, and submitted to the oasis, worshiping.

Those powerful warriors in front, like giants, also knelt on one knee towards the center of the oasis, welcoming the master of that silent and solemn aura.

Whirr,

Wings spread like shadows covering the earth, forty-eight-meter-long dragon wings rose from the center of the oasis, and a creature that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight ascended from the center of the oasis, making everyone think that a dazzling sun had risen at this moment.

The distance that would take the Fremen a whole day to run, could be reached with a single flap of this majestic creature's wings.

The ancestral red dragon landed in front of the submissive giant sandworm, and an invisible mental wave swept over everyone, causing the Fremen, who had no word for dragon in their vocabulary, to shout out.

"Dragon, a dragon, this is the dragon that the warriors of God serve!"

In the past six months, the ancestral red dragon had accelerated its development by devouring the sandworms, growing from twenty-one meters to twenty-three meters.

The red scales that originally shimmered with elemental light became even more dazzling, and the thick limbs looked wider than rock pillars, and the scales shimmering with metallic light looked stronger than the alloy used to make spaceships.

Ancient and mysterious patterns entwined around the huge wings, looking like streams of various colors flowing within the patterns.

Karon's huge, majestic, and magnificent head was raised high, and the six huge horns were like scepters, carrying a daunting nobility.

However, the thorny horns growing on the back of the ancestral red dragon and the mouth full of thick, sharp fangs that surpassed forged divine weapons made this ancestral red dragon look particularly fierce and powerful, and breathtaking.

The thick, long tail and the bulging muscles that supported the scales on its body further demonstrated its unparalleled sense of power, noble, majestic and fierce, mysterious and powerful.

This was the first impression that everyone had in their hearts.

Those enormous sandworms, in front of the ancestral red dragon, became ugly and stupid negative examples.

So, the moment the ancestral red dragon spoke, the Fremen had already fallen to the ground, worshiping this perfect deity that had never existed in the world before.

"Do you understand?"

Karon spoke, the dragon's tone was like an ancient echo, heavy and undulating, causing Paul, who was so close for the first time, to clasp his hands together and begin to praise this perfect creature.

Hearing the ancestral red dragon's words, Paul instinctively used his ability to calculate and observe the future. With his ability growing to this level, he was already able to observe fragments of the trajectory of many years in the future.

He saw the future, he successfully took revenge, but the Fremen of Dune became the new nobles of the world, waging wars in the name of believing in him, and ravaging other planets in the universe.

Dune was saved, but other planets were淪落.

Under the general trend, even if Paul became the emperor, it would be useless, even becoming a spiritual leader would be useless. His becoming a religious messiah was just an excuse for humans to continue fighting other wars.

Those Fremen high-level officials were just using Paul's name to launch wars, to gain the name of freedom and revenge, instead of being besieged by the entire empire for rebellion.

Although he had the ability to predict the future, he was just a mortal after all, unable to control this fanatical religion.

What worried him even more was that even if he observed countless future branches, Chani's death would eventually come.

This result was also the reason why Paul did not believe in theocratic rule.

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

That infinite trajectory of despair instantly extended a road of hope in Paul's eyes.

When there was the support of a true god's power, he would become a true leader with real power and a religious leader, and the scenes of Chani's demise were also reversed one by one, and the pale faces turned into smiling faces.

Even if the consciousness in Paul's mind still believed that the messianic theocracy could not bring the future that humanity deserved, he lowered his head and expressed his respect to the ancestral red dragon.

In Paul's calculations and predictions, even without himself, the other party's power would still be enough to easily rule these Fremen.

But aside from himself, his revenge plan would never succeed, and the future would not go in the direction he hoped for.

"So, God once loved me in Chani's name!"

Karon smiled faintly, revealing his fangs. Although he could not predict the true direction Paul wanted to achieve in the future, only countless branches, he could add himself as a variable.

But although this method was the optimal solution, it did not mean that there were no other ways. Karon was just making a choice out of admiration for this warrior and coveting the incredibly large population potential in this universe. So, Paul's words were not wrong.

So, the red dragon covered Paul's head with his dragon claw, and the deep and powerful dragon language sounded with an invisible mental wave, "Go, you are not the Messiah of the Lord, but the Messiah warrior of the dragon,"

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

Paul lowered his head, then turned around, faced all the Fremen, and roared, "God bless the warriors!"