Crack, crack, crack—the sound of sharp teeth chewing through hard bones was endless.
This was the sound of the Dragons eating.
One by one, giant Dragons of various scale colors stood before a massive beast, two hundred meters long, with a lion's head, two wings, and four eagle claws. They tore open its fur with their sharp claws, sucked blood, chewed bones, and devoured tendons and flesh.
Although devouring live prey seemed exceptionally barbaric in the eyes of civilized races, Kalon believed that if a higher being had to act like one, he would rather be a terrifying beast.
Camid's two heads were busy beside him. Having not eaten like a hatchling for a long time, Camid seemed exceptionally happy.
He swished his long tail, squeezing close to Kalon, and diligently used his Dragons claws to dig out the enormous, still faintly beating heart of the monstrous creature. After handing it to the Ancestral Red Dragon, he shook his head and bit into the giant beast's ribs with a loud crunch right in front of Kalon.
Even the two Female Dragons, Antagena and Klenaya, who wanted to get close to the Ancestral Red Dragon, were rudely pushed aside by Camid.
It wasn't because Camid could defeat the two Female Dragons, but because the Ancestral Red Dragon was accustomed to Camid's presence as a hanger-on.
This is what you call a Dragons borrowing Dragons might!
Dos and Akzi, adhering to the Blue Dragon's style, bit into the shoulder and neck of the massive creature, exhaling appropriate amounts of electric light from their mouths and noses as their fangs tore, charring their food to perfection.
After ingesting spice, these Dragons found it easier to control their power. Although not as precise as the Ancestral Red Dragon's control, reaching this level was something they could achieve instinctively.
The two Female Dragons unhappily chewed their food loudly on the Ancestral Red Dragon's back, opposite him, crushing large chunks of flesh and spinal bones as hard as refined steel, and swallowing them.
But their two pairs of vertically slit pupils, of different colors, stared fiercely at the annoying, oblivious two-headed White Dragon, as if the scales they were crushing under their fangs belonged to Camid.
Antagena and Klenaya, the two Female Dragons, had always been suitors of Kalon. Each time they spent intimate moments, it depended on the Ancestral Red Dragon's attitude and willingness, so the two Female Dragons usually loved to stay by Kalon's side.
In terms of indulging in pleasure, once a female is moved, she can be far more addicted than a male.
Moreover, these two Female Dragons were not ordinary Dragons now, but meritorious Dragonss.
After descending upon this world and understanding the detailed information, the two Female Dragons and Archmage Lapers infiltrated the Harkonnen Family's starship to go where they wanted to go.
In this civilization, which had abandoned trans-era technology, and whose current technological means and creations were centered around the spice on Arrakis, there was no way to stop the Saint Realm Great Mage and the two Dragonss from infiltrating.
Even the navigators and Sisterhood members with precognitive abilities could not foresee these powerful psionic outsiders.
They could not directly oppose the power of the entire universe, but they could secretly control everything. If the Golden Empire's current goal was not to conquer this world, allowing the Empire's power to operate in the shadows for decades would be enough to achieve enormous results.
This was also the reason Kalon deliberately subdued Paul Atreides. Through this ducal heir, the Empire could openly and more quickly gain control of the entire world.
The overall advancement and sophistication of this interstellar civilization, however, could not compare to the highest pinnacle of magic civilization.
The Ancestral Red Dragon chewed and swallowed the sweet, juicy heart in his mouth, but did not eat further. Instead, he looked out at the boundless forest and green expanse, where tall trees almost rivaled the height of the Empire's homeland.
At the end of this boundless forest and green expanse was the known end of this universe, and also the golden passage to the outer universe, discovered and calculated by the 'thinking machine' that once ruled this universe.
The sky at the end of this planet was not a starry sky, nor was it the world barrier enveloping the Ekania World's material plane.
Instead, it was composed of countless deep-space lights converging to form huge, vertically-slit eye-like vortices, expanding and contracting at times.
It was as if the colors of the entire starry sky were drawn into these vortices, causing the entire planet to be dim, like dusk approaching night.
However, in the eyes of Dragons, such an environment was no different from daytime.
It was also in this place that the creatures appearing began to grow exceptionally large, fundamentally differing in appearance and form from species on other planets.
Perhaps these strange creatures had traveled through the massive passages, one by one, and then gradually adapted to survive in this universe.
The Ancestral Red Dragon was not surprised by the existence of these passages, but rather that he could occasionally sense a call from Rosani within some information carriers transmitted through the passages.
Clearly, this golden passage was the spatial tunnel leading to the Demon Dragons World.
Kalon shook his massive head, temporarily casting aside his inner worries.
The power accumulated by Ovo was almost complete, and the final finishing touches still needed to be done in this world to lay the foundation for the Empire's future actions. He only hoped that Rosani could hold on for a little longer.
"No need to worry, Kalon. In that game of thrones World, plane deities cannot descend, and other powers simply cannot harm Rosani. As long as he is careful,"
Germott, who was crunching bones on his back, raised his head, his snow-ball-like vertical pupils looking at the Red Dragon, and comforted him.
"Even if he doesn't possess the power to destroy an empire like you, Rosani is still a Dragons, an existence those lower beings cannot touch."
Germott's words were not an exaggeration. Only the Dragons who regularly interacted with the Ancestral Red Dragon could truly understand the Red Dragon's current strength.
The luster and colors that shimmered on the Ancestral Red Dragon's scales, like a broken rainbow, did not merely signify beauty.
As he constantly tapped into the potential of his bloodline and meticulously studied magical knowledge, the Ancestral Red Dragon's own domain routinely enveloped his body, like layers of elemental armor.
This elemental armor appeared fragile, but it was almost completely immune to fire, metal, and earth—three elemental systems.
The power of other elements, wanting to touch the Ancestral Red Dragon's body, also had to pass through multiple obstructions and weakenings before facing his scales, which were stronger than iron shields and possessed excellent elemental resistance.
And the Ancestral Red Dragon's spellcasting ability and close-quarters combat ability were already extremely formidable. After ingesting spice, his evolved brain and sub-brain gave him a higher level of comprehensive reaction ability.
Even in the eyes of these equally proud Dragonss, the Ancestral Red Dragon represented the perfect creation of Dragonss.
In his normal state, the Ancestral Red Dragon could now be considered invincible below the Legendary realm, and above Legendary, it depended on the situation. After all, above level twenty is called Legendary, and level seventy is also called Legendary.
A Legendary mage is called Legendary, and a poor Legendary warrior is also called Legendary; they cannot be equated.
But if Kalon was willing to waste a lot of time here, he could spend many years here, single-handedly destroying all civilizations in this interstellar universe.
Kalon shook his head and then said, "Ultimately, one cannot underestimate those plane deities. While they certainly have their limitations, and their direct power may not be as great as a Legendary, to be called a deity, they must possess a status and domain beyond mortal comprehension."
Germott's fangs were stained with blood, revealing the commonly ferocious smile of Dragons. He said softly, "A Dragon leaving its nest must undergo trials. Following you on this path, we will bear all future burdens, Kalon. If Rosani dies in that world, I believe it will be his willing choice."
"Then, that world had better pray that Rosani is still alive in the world."
Kalon's fangs clashed, sending sparks flying.
But the somber topic was interrupted by Camid. Camid's clear vertical pupils blinked, and he grumbled, "Rosani is so cunning, he'll be fine. But I still regret why Antagena and Klenaya didn't bring out the ultimate intelligent creation of this universe – the thinking machine."
"They say that 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?"
"Only you could think of that! Do you think Klenaya and I couldn't?" The Green Dragons Antagena glared fiercely at Camid, gesturing with her Dragons claws in front of her, then pointing to the large starship parked behind the Dragons.
"That thinking machine is huge, as big as a spaceship! Do you expect Klenaya and me to carry it back, you idiot with your head up your ass?"
The thinking machine, as the ultimate intelligent creation that once ruled the universe, had its remnants collected by another race, the Tleilaxu, after the Holy War.
These Tleilaxu also gained many advanced technologies and knowledge from the remnants of the thinking machine, such as the Axolotl Tanks technology, which could be used for human cloning and mass production.
And the Mentat technology, the human computers now prevalent in the universe, was also invented and created by the Tleilaxu based on the thinking machine.
Mentats are divided into six levels, but even the lowest level Mentat possesses photographic memory, and thus is also called an Information Recorder.
The highest-level Mentat, on the other hand, was the cornerstone upon which the great nobles relied for their rule, claiming to be able to calculate and process all information in the world.
In Kalon's view, these Mentat were undoubtedly the Golden Empire's most outstanding and useful oxen and horses, and he was quite covetous of this knowledge and technology.
However, the potential of this world needed to be slowly unearthed, and he was not in a hurry.
Moreover, although such a massive thinking machine was inconvenient to acquire now, Ancestral Red Dragon had already planned to take it away when he opened his own demiplane in the future.
When a Legendary mage advanced, the surge in mental power and strength was enough to support the immense information rule calculation and power required to open a perfect, exclusive demiplane.
But now, Ancestral Red Dragon had grown and evolved, and was able to open his own exclusive demiplane even before reaching the Legendary realm.
Because what had always been most powerful about this Ancestral Red Dragon was his spiritual will and mind, which, after evolving, elevated him to another level, enough to rival, or even surpass, a Legendary mind mage.
After all, Ancestral Red Dragon had never encountered a Legendary mind mage, so he couldn't compare his own level, just as when a beast first enters a new territory, it always needs to go through slaughter to determine its place in the food chain.
"My butt isn't big enough to hold my head," Camid muttered, glancing sideways at the two Female True Dragons, then this pure-minded White True Dragon instantly forgot the topic and looked at the massive starship.
He mumbled, "Kalon, when we leave, do you want to take some of these ships? These toys look like a lot of fun."
"I want to take a ship and see which is more powerful, them or those elven magic ships."
"There will be opportunities in the future," Germott stopped his unreliable kin's idea, saying, "As for comparing them to the elven race's magic ships, these ships can only be considered toys."
"Camid, why don't you look through the True Dragon's Treasure in your bloodline and see what's inside?" Female Red Dragon Klenaya couldn't help but say.
"Those elves once tried to challenge the gods with their floating cities and massive star fleets. Although these arrogant elves failed, it's undeniable how powerful they once were."
Looking at the True Dragons, who had started to bicker again like younglings, Kalon curled his lips. He said, "The civilization of this world cannot yet touch the former greatness of the elves, but they also have their merits."
"Let's go. Since you can waste your extra time arguing, it seems you've eaten your fill. Go back and complete our unfinished business!"
The True Dragons stood up, magic power surging between their claws, and the spell models quickly formed. A huge spatial teleportation gate slowly opened before Ancestral Red Dragon.
Kalon stepped forward, entering the teleportation gate first, followed closely by the other True Dragons.
...
In the largest southern cavern, hundreds of thousands of Fremen had already gathered. These Fremen sitting in the cavern were all leaders and high-ranking members of their respective tribes, and also the strongest warriors.
In addition, connecting to the cavern, other caves and the outer periphery of the cavern were distributed with millions of Fremen. They gathered here because the Fremen tribal council was held today.
Fremen compatriots from the north brought news of the prophet's arrival, and also brought the prophet, and news of the existence of a God.
However, unlike the fanatic Fremen at the bottom, whether the true prophet was recognized still depended on the will of these high-ranking individuals, which was quite comical.
Those northern Fremen earnestly propagated the news of the God, which was scoffed at and ridiculed by these high-ranking individuals.
But in the cavern, this solemn place, no one spoke out.
The huge cavern was dark on all sides, with only a hole in the central dome letting in sunlight, which was also the very center of the cavern, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Fremensitting on the ground, with no one in it.
Paul Atreides strode through the path left by the Fremen, walking towards the only place where sunlight existed, his steps firm and unstoppable.
"Mahdi, Mahdi," a devotee of the prophet anxiously tried to stop him, "That is a place where only tribal leaders can stand and speak. Here, only tribal leaders can speak."
"If you want to speak, you must replace him," the devotee pointed to Stilgar, the nominal leader of the northern tribe, and said loudly.
"Defeat him and return the water in his body to the deep well!"
Stilgar, draped in the devotee's robe, rose from the ground and stood up, without speaking.
"Do you think I would be so foolish as to eliminate the bravest warrior in our tribe before war comes?" Paul Atreides' blue eyes were filled with bloody flames, looking directly into the devotee's eyes.
"Will you destroy your sharp blade before battle?" Paul Atreides' voice swelled, and he suddenly roared.
"Take my life, Muad'Dib, this is the only way out," Stilgar drew his dagger and threw open his robe, already understanding.
Paul Atreides turned, his blue eyes, filled with bloody flames, swept over Stilgar, swept over all the Fremen, and roared, "It is I who shall guide the way!"
All the Fremen stirred from the quiet and solemn atmosphere, rising to their feet.
But Paul Atreides stood unmoving. He walked onto the platform bathed in sunlight, turned to face all the Fremen, and shouted loudly, "There is no one here who can rival me!"
"The souls of your mothers warned you, I am coming. Be afraid, for the moment is now!"
Paul Atreides stepped forward, squatted in front of a warrior leader who had drawn his dagger, looked down into the leader's eyes as if seeing through all his inner thoughts, and whispered, "You think you have a chance, but you are still afraid."
"What if I really am the chosen one? This might be the moment you have prayed for your entire life."
Paul Atreides' composure 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 for blessings."
"She died nine months ago," Paul Atreides stepped closer to the Fremen leader, and said faintly in Fremen, "She was blind in one eye because a stone hit her face while she was crossing a storm."
Paul Atreides' words struck the leader's heart, completely consistent with the leader's own situation, turning the leader's overbearing aura into fear, and panic began to spread across his face.
And solemnity and surprise began to spread across the face of every Fremen.
"At that time, she was only twelve years old. At that time, this planet was not called Arrakis, it only had a Fremen name -- Dune!"
The leader's terrified expression was fully revealed in his rapidly dilating pupils. He instantly knelt down and shouted, "Lisan al Gaib!"
All the Fremen, at that instant, knelt down simultaneously and shouted, "Lisan al Gaib!"
"Lisan al Gaib, please show us the way!"
Paul Atreides pulled off his glove, took out his family's inherited Duke's ring from his pocket, put it on his hand, and raised his hand to the sky.
"I am Paul Atreides, Duke of Arrakis, and the Messiah warrior of God!" Paul Atreides raised his right hand to the sky and roared, "My Lord bears witness to all for me!"
Rumble...
The huge, sky-like dome trembled as Paul Atreides' words fell. All the Fremen panicked, looking at the huge head that descended and emerged from the dome.
A pair of incomparably huge steel claws clung to the dome, allowing all the Fremen to see every fine scale, every bulging muscle and power on that claw.
Unrivaled immense power expanded, and the entire dome was slowly peeled back before this God-like being, like lifting a curtain, and sunlight shone down.
Boom!
The massive dome was overturned by the divine power of the God. Heads emerged, and vertical pupils of various colors stared at the Fremen in the cavern, just like humans looking at ants, God gazing at mortals.
"Oh my God, God is above!"
"What is this? Is this the foreign God the prophet believes in?"
"Grandmother bless me, I hope I won't be eaten by these terrifying Gods!"
There was a clamor of discussion, only the Fremen of the northern tribe knelt down and began to pray.
"Quiet!"
Ancestral Red Dragon revealed his fangs. The Emperor's true word decree, carrying power even greater than ancient witchcraft, resonated with an authoritative, powerful voice, instantly silencing all the Fremen, their expressions of terror transforming into fanaticism.
"He is the Emperor of Dragons! He is the Lord of humanity and all races! He is also the God I believe in!" Paul Atreides raised both hands high and shouted, "This is the moment you have prayed for your entire life!"
"He is the Emperor of Dragons! He is the Lord of humanity! He is the God to be worshipped!" All the Fremen, like mountains roaring and seas surging, worshipped and shouted, shaking the cavern and spreading across Dune!