Under the Red Dragon

Crack, crack. The sound of sharp teeth crushing hard bones echoed continuously.

It was the sound of dragons feasting.

Each dragon, with scales of varying colors, stood before a colossal beast, each over two hundred meters long. They used their sharp claws to tear open the fur of this creature—a beast with a lion's head, two wings, and four eagle claws—sucking blood, chewing bones, swallowing tendons, and devouring flesh.

Although devouring raw flesh might seem barbaric to civilized races, to Kalon, if advanced beings had to act in an advanced manner, he would rather be a fearsome beast.

The white dragon, Camide, with its two heads, was busy nearby. Having not eaten like a hatchling in a long time, this white dragon seemed particularly happy.

Wagging its slender tail, it squeezed beside Kalon, diligently using its claws to dig out the massive, still faintly pulsating heart of this monster-like creature, and presented it to the Progenitor Red Dragon. Only then did it shake its head and wag its tail in front of Kalon, crunching the beast's ribs loudly.

Even the two female dragons, the green dragon Antajena and the red dragon Kleinaia, who wanted to approach the Progenitor Red Dragon, were rudely pushed aside by this white dragon.

It wasn't because the white dragon Camide could defeat the two female dragons, but because the Progenitor Red Dragon was used to the presence of this little tagalong.

Talk about a dragon riding on a dragon's coattails!

The blue dragon, Dos, and the blue dragon, Aketz, adhering to the blue dragon's style, gnawed at the shoulder and neck of this huge creature, their mouths and noses emitting appropriate flashes of electricity as their fangs tore, searing their food to perfection.

After consuming the spice, these dragons found it easier to control their powers. Although they were still not as refined as the Progenitor Red Dragon, reaching this level was something they could achieve instinctively.

The two female dragons sullenly chewed on the food on the opposite side of the Progenitor Red Dragon's back, crushing large chunks of flesh and spinal bones as hard as refined steel, and swallowing them into their bellies.

However, two pairs of vertical pupils of different colors glared fiercely at the annoying but oblivious two-headed white dragon, as if they were crushing its scales under their fangs.

Antajena and Kleinaia had always been pursuers of Kalon, and each time they spent intimate time together, they still had to look at the Progenitor Red Dragon's attitude and wishes, so the two female dragons usually liked to stay by Kalon's side.

When it comes to enjoying pleasure, once a female is moved, she becomes far more addicted than a male.

Moreover, these two female dragons were not ordinary dragons, but dragons who had made contributions.

After descending into this world and learning detailed information, the two female dragons and the Saint Domain Archmage Lapers sneaked into the Harkonnen family's legion of starships, heading to the place they wanted to go.

In this civilization that had abandoned era-spanning technology, where all current technological means and creations were centered around the spice on Arrakis, it was impossible to stop the Saint Domain Archmage and the two dragons from infiltrating.

Even those navigators and Bene Gesserit members with precognitive abilities could not foresee these outsiders with powerful mental strength.

They could not confront the power of the entire universe head-on, but they could secretly control everything. If the Golden Empire's goal wasn't to conquer this world, allowing the empire's power to operate secretly for decades would be enough to achieve great results.

This was also why Kalon deliberately subdued Paul Atreides. With the help of this Duke's heir, the empire could openly and more quickly take control of the entire world.

The overall civilization of this interstellar civilization was advanced, but it was difficult to match the highest heights of magical civilization.

The Progenitor Red Dragon chewed and swallowed the juicy and sweet heart in his mouth, but did not continue eating. Instead, he looked towards the green and lush landscape, where the tall trees were almost comparable to the height of those on the empire's home planet.

At the end of this boundless forest and green field was the known end of this universe, and also the golden path to the outer universe discovered and calculated by the 'Thinking Machines' that once ruled this universe.

The sky at the end of this planet was not a starry sky, nor the world barrier that enveloped the material plane of Akaniia.

Instead, it was a series of vortexes formed by countless deep-space lights, expanding and contracting from time to time, like huge vertical eyes.

It was as if the colors of the entire starry sky were being sucked into these vortexes, causing the entire planet to be dim, like dusk at the approach of night.

However, such an environment was no different from daytime in the eyes of the dragons.

It was also in this place that the creatures that appeared began to become exceptionally huge, with fundamental differences in appearance and form from species on other planets.

Perhaps these strange creatures were shuttled from one huge channel after another, and then gradually adapted and survived in this universe.

What surprised the Progenitor Red Dragon was not the existence of these channels, but that he could actually feel some information carriers occasionally transmitted from the channels, containing calls from the black dragon, Rosani.

Obviously, this golden channel was the cosmic tunnel that could lead to the world of the Demon Dragons.

Kalon shook his huge head, temporarily shaking off the worries in his heart.

The power accumulated by the World Tree Ouwo was almost complete, and he still needed to complete the final finishing work in this world, laying the foundation for the empire's future actions. He only hoped that Rosani could hold on for a little longer.

"Don't worry, Kalon. In that world of Demon Dragons, the plane's deities cannot descend, and other forces cannot harm Rosani at all, as long as he is careful,"

The white dragon, Gemott, who was crunching bones on his back, raised his head, his snow-white vertical pupils looked at the red dragon, and he spoke to comfort him.

"Even if he is not as capable as you in destroying an empire, Rosani is still a dragon, an existence that those low-level creatures cannot touch."

White Dragon Gemott's words were not an exaggeration. Only the dragons who lived with the Progenitor Red Dragon could understand the true strength of the current red dragon.

The luster and colors flowing on the Progenitor Red Dragon's scales, like a broken rainbow, were not just for show.

Constantly exploring the potential of his bloodline and studying magical knowledge, the Progenitor Red Dragon's own domain routinely covered his body, like layers of elemental armor.

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

If the power of other elements wanted to touch the Progenitor Red Dragon's body, it had to go through layers of blocking and weakening before facing the red dragon's solid scales, which were stronger than iron shields and had excellent elemental resistance.

Moreover, the Progenitor Red Dragon's spellcasting ability and close combat ability were originally very strong. After consuming the spice, the evolved brain and sub-brain brought him a comprehensive reaction ability that was one level higher.

Even in the eyes of these equally proud dragons, the Progenitor Red Dragon represented the perfect creation of the dragons.

The current Progenitor Red Dragon, under normal circumstances, was invincible below the legendary level. Above the legendary level, it depended on the situation. After all, level 20 and level 70 were both called legendary.

A legendary mage was called legendary, and a poor legendary warrior was also called legendary, so they could not be discussed in the same way.

But if Kalon was willing to waste a lot of time here, he could spend many years here, destroying all the civilizations in this interstellar universe alone.

Kalon shook his head and then said, "After all, we still cannot underestimate those plane deities. Although they have their limitations, and the direct power they exert may not be as good as legendary, but those who can be called deities must have a position and domain that mortals cannot touch."

White Dragon Gemott's fangs were stained with blood, revealing a ferocious smile common to dragons. He said softly, "Dragons must accept trials when they leave their nests. Following you on this path, we will bear all the future. Kalon, if Rosani dies in that world, I believe it is also his willing choice."

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

Kalon's fangs collided, sparks flying.

But the dull topic was interrupted by White Dragon Camide. The white dragon blinked his clear vertical pupils and muttered, "Rosani is so cunning, nothing will happen to him, but I still feel regret that Antajena and Kleinaia didn't bring back the ultimate creation of intelligence in this universe—the Thinking Machine."

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

"Is that all you can think of? Do you think I and Kleinaia can't think of that?" Green Dragon Antajena glared fiercely at the white dragon, gesturing with her claws in front of him, and then pointed to the large starship parked behind the dragons.

"That Thinking Machine is very big, bigger than a starship. Do you want me and Kleinaia to carry it back? You are a fool with your head stuck in your ass."

As the ultimate intelligent creation that once ruled the universe, the Thinking Machine's remains were collected by another race—the Tleilaxu—after the Butlerian Jihad.

These Tleilaxu also relied on the remains of the Thinking Machine to obtain many advanced technologies and knowledge, such as the axlotl tank technology, which could be used to clone humans and produce them on a large scale.

And the human computer—Mentat technology—that is now prevalent in the universe was also invented by the Tleilaxu based on the Thinking Machine.

Mentats are divided into six levels, but even the lowest level Mentat has the ability to remember everything they see, so they are also called information recorders.

The highest level Mentats are the foundation of rule relied upon by the major nobles, claiming to be able to calculate and process all the information in the world.

In Kalon's view, these Mentats were undoubtedly the Golden Empire's most outstanding and useful cattle, and he was also more covetous of this knowledge and technology.

However, the potential of this world needs to be slowly explored, and he was not in a hurry.

Moreover, although such a huge Thinking Machine was inconvenient to take now, the Progenitor Red Dragon was already planning to take it away when he opened his own demiplane in the future.

When a legendary mage advances, the soaring mental strength and power are enough to support the huge amount of information rule calculations and power support required to open a perfect demiplane that is unique to them.

But the current Progenitor Red Dragon had grown and evolved, and was also able to have the ability to open his own demiplane before reaching the legendary level.

Because the Progenitor Red Dragon's greatest strength had always been his mental will and mind. After being evolved, it allowed him to leap to another level, enough to be comparable to a legendary mind mage, and even surpass them.

After all, the Progenitor Red Dragon had not yet encountered a legendary mind mage and could not compare his level. Just like when a beast newly enters a domain, it always needs to go through slaughter to determine which level of the food chain it belongs to.

"My ass isn't that big, it can't hold my head," White Dragon Camide muttered, squinting his vertical pupils at the two female dragons, and then the clear-minded white dragon instantly forgot about this topic and looked at the huge starship.

He muttered, "Kalon, should we take some starships with us when we leave? These toys look like they are fun to play with."

"I want to take a starship and see who is more powerful compared to those elf magic starships."

"There will be opportunities in the future," White Dragon Gemott stopped his unreliable compatriot's idea. He said, "As for comparing them with the magic starships of the elf race, these starships can only be regarded as toys."

"Camide, why don't you rummage through the Dragon Hoard in your bloodline and see what exactly is inside," the female red dragon Kleinaia couldn't help but open her mouth.

"Those elves once tried to challenge the gods with their floating cities and huge interstellar fleets. Although these arrogant elves failed, it is undeniable that they were once powerful."

Looking at the dragons, who were starting to make noise again like when they were hatchlings, Kalon curled the corners of his mouth and opened his mouth, "The civilization of this world cannot yet touch the elves' past achievements, but they also have their advantages,"

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"Let's go. Since you can waste your extra time on arguing, it seems you are already full. Go back and complete our unfinished business!"

One dragon after another stood up, magic power surged between their claws, and the model of the spell quickly took shape. A huge space portal slowly opened in front of the Progenitor Red Dragon.

Kalon stepped forward and first disappeared into the portal, followed closely by one dragon after another.

……

In the largest underground cave in the south, hundreds of thousands of Fremen had already gathered. These Fremen sitting in the cave were all the leaders and high-level figures of their respective tribes, and also the most powerful warriors.

In addition, other caves connected to the cave, and the periphery of the cave, were distributed with as many as millions of Fremen. They gathered here together because the Fremen tribal assembly was convened today.

The Fremen compatriots from the north brought the news of the birth of the prophet, and also brought the news of the prophet and the existence of gods.

But unlike the fanatical Fremen at the bottom, whether the real prophet is recognized still depends on the meaning of these high-level figures, which is quite comical.

Those northern Fremen solemnly promoted the news of the gods, which was ridiculed and sneered at by these high-level figures.

But in the cave, in this solemn place, no one spoke out.

The huge cave was dark all around, with only a hole leaking open in the center of the dome, shining in sunlight. That was also the center of the cave, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Fremen sitting on the ground, with no one there.

Paul strode through the path left by the Fremen, walking towards the only place where sunlight existed, his steps firm and unstoppable.

"Mahdi, Mahdi," a believer in the prophet anxiously stopped him, "That is the place where the tribal leaders can stand to speak. Here, only the tribal leaders can speak."

"If you want to speak, you must replace him," the believer said loudly, pointing to Stilgar, the nominal leader of the Northern Tribe.

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

Stilgar, draped in a disciple's robe, stood up from the ground without saying a word.

"Do you think I'm foolish enough to eliminate the bravest warrior in our tribe before the war comes?" Paul's blue eyes were filled with blood-red flames as he stared directly into the disciple's eyes.

"Would you destroy your own blade before a battle?" Paul's voice rose, suddenly roaring.

"Take my life, Muad'Dib, it's the only way," Stilgar drew his dagger, opened his robe, and he had realized something.

Paul turned around, his blue pupils filled with blood-red flames sweeping across Stilgar, sweeping across all the Fremen, and roared: "I will guide the way."

All the Fremen stirred from the quiet and solemn atmosphere and stood up.

But Paul stood still, he walked onto the high platform in the sunlight, turned to face all the Fremen, and shouted: "No one here can match me!"

"Your mother's soul warned you that I was coming, be afraid, the moment has arrived,"

Paul stepped forward, squatted in front of a warrior leader who had drawn his dagger, looked into the leader's eyes as if seeing through all his inner thoughts, and said softly: "You think you have a chance, but you are still afraid."

"What if I am really the chosen one, this may be the moment you have been praying for all your life,"

Paul's calmness and aura overwhelmed the leader, he stood up again, and said to all the Fremen: "You are praying in your heart right now, asking your grandmother to bless you."

"She died nine months ago," Paul stepped forward, approached the Fremen leader, and said faintly in Fremen: "She was blind in one eye because she was hit in the face by a stone while crossing the storm."

Paul's words struck the leader's heart, which was exactly the same as the leader's own situation, turning the leader's aggressive aura into fear, and panic began to spread across his face.

And solemnity and surprise began to spread across the faces 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 terrified expression was undoubtedly revealed in his rapidly enlarged pupils, he knelt down instantly, and shouted: "Lisan al Gaib!"

All the Fremen knelt down at the same time at this moment and shouted: "Lisan al Gaib!"

"Lisan al Gaib, please show us the way!"

Paul tore off his gloves, took out the Duke 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 also the Messiah warrior of God," Paul roared, raising his right hand to the sky: "My Lord witnesses everything for me!"

Rumble,

The huge dome, like the sky, shook when Paul's words fell, and all the Fremen looked in panic at the huge head that fell and was exposed on the dome.

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

Unmatched power was expanding, and the entire dome was slowly lifted in front of this god-like creature, like lifting a curtain, and the sunlight shone down.

Boom,

The huge dome was overturned by the divine power, and heads protruded out, and vertical pupils of different colors stared at the Fremen in the cave, just like humans looking at ants, gods staring at mortals.

"Oh my God, God is above,"

"What is this? Is this the alien god believed in by the Prophet?"

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

There was a lot of discussion, but the Fremen of the Northern Tribe knelt down and began to pray.

"Quiet!"

The Ancestral Red Dragon revealed its fangs, and the Emperor's Truth Law carried a power even greater than ancient witchcraft, and the authoritative and powerful voice echoed, causing all the Fremen to shut their mouths instantly, but their terrified expressions turned into fanaticism.

"He is the Dragon Emperor, He is the Lord of Humans and All Races, and He is also the God I believe in!" Paul raised his hands high and roared: "This is the moment you have been praying for all your life."

"He is the Dragon Emperor, He is the Lord of Mankind, He is the God to be Worshipped!" All the Fremen shouted in unison, paying homage and shouting, shaking the cave and spreading across the dunes!