Under the Red Dragon

The sun in the sky disappeared, and the moon once again occupied the firmament.

But the Valyrian islands were falling apart, the islands splitting into many fragmented isles drifting on the sea, and the remaining main islands continued to erupt with flames and lava, dust and smoke once again obscuring the sky.

The end of the world, temporarily paused when the sun descended, began anew after sunset.

In the waters near the Smoking Sea, the floating, pale corpses had covered the entire surface, making one think that by stepping across these corpses, as dense as pavement, one could reach that place of destruction and rebirth.

Sacarol stood at the bow of the ship, quietly wiping the blood-stained dagger in his hand with the hem of his robe.

Eight red priests, priests who worshiped the Lord of Light, the Red God R'hllor, had all been killed by him except for the two who had surrendered to him, and their bodies had been thrown into the sea.

The red robes of the dead priests floated on the sea, concealing the faces of these false god believers.

"And you, Nalia, you have always been the high priestess who interprets the intentions of false gods, but if you are willing to abandon the false god, spit on the false god's faith, with your ability, you can also play a small role in spreading the glory of the Dragon God."

Sacarol stood quietly, watching the red priestess Nalia, without excessive threats, but the act of constantly wiping the dagger brought an unspeakable pressure to the red priestess Nalia.

The ability of psionics has a great commonality with the ability of mind mages, the power comes from the integration of the mind, will, and spirit, derived from flesh and blood, and the difference in ability depends on the individual's application.

Sacarol's extreme transformation, the will to switch from the Red God's faith to the Dragon God's faith, brought a huge psionic power to this former priest.

The more firmly a creature believes in the ancestral red dragon, the greater the feedback it receives, and the more determined a creature's will is, the faster its own spiritual power and will are transformed into psionic power under the influence of the ancestral red dragon.

And Sacarol, this red priest, had already given birth to his own psionic seed at the moment when the sun descended and he sensed the psionic spring of the ancestral red dragon, and now his power is constantly growing.

Therefore, the pressure on the witch Nalia is getting stronger and stronger.

Even if the red priestess Nalia's strength was originally the most outstanding, she did not dare to act rashly against Sacarol at this moment.

What's more, in Nalia's heart, she already had some resistance to the Red God's actions.

These followers of the Red God, apart from the initial missionaries who voluntarily converted to the faith, most of the rest were slaves and children of commoners, who were sold and mortgaged in the Red God Church temples.

Except for children with talent who can become warriors, monks, and priests of the temple, almost all the remaining children will dedicate everything in their journey to serve the Lord of Light, R'hllor.

The reward is ethereal favor and liberation.

And women are much more miserable than those men, almost all women will be trained as temple prostitutes for the entertainment of the monks in the temple, and a female priest like Nalia, who is one in a million, is a miracle that is difficult to appear in several years.

The witch Nalia had personally witnessed how her partners who entered the temple with her gradually became playthings and prostitutes of others in a few years.

However, even if the witch Nalia herself wanted to save her partners, she did not have the courage and ability.

No matter how outstanding her individual ability was, she could not fight against the entire system and power of the church.

But now, another option appeared in front of her.

"Alas,"

she sighed, "but even if it is the Dragon God, the Lord of Light, the Sun God you speak of, how can you guarantee that he is not of the same nature as the Lord of Light, R'hllor."

"Because of his benevolence and goodness, he has the ability to destroy the earth and mountains, but he does the opposite of what the false god R'hllor did,"

Sacarol smiled and said, "The Dragon God who soars in the sky will also bow his head and gaze at his loyal people, so those outsiders are so loyal to their Lord,"

Sacarol pointed to the re-ignited purgatory and the miracle city rising from the purgatory.

That place is already the center of this apocalyptic land, and the paradise in the hearts of all surviving beings in the apocalyptic land.

The huge black dragon, transformed into the earth dragon, and the solid stone and steel bear the weight of the city, protecting the city from the invasion of fire and natural disasters.

The vibration of the earth under the dragon's feet will also subside, and the gushing flames and magma in front of the dragon will also cease.

The witch Nalia pondered for a long time, opened her mouth to speak, but finally nodded and said: "Perhaps, what you said is right, in the mortal world, people always need to be more hateful and despicable than others to survive better."

"But these gods don't need to be like this, just as they don't need to do good."

Crack.

As soon as the red priestess Nalia finished speaking, the ruby necklace on her fair neck fell to the ground, and the huge red gem shattered at this moment.

A burst of blood-colored flames burned rapidly, igniting the witch's full head of beautiful hair, and thick flames emerged from all over her body.

"Ugh ah..."

Nalia wailed in pain as she was burned by the flames, enduring the same and even more painful torment and punishment as the previous red priests.

"Burn, burn, the false faith of the past turns to ashes in the fire, and a new will will be reborn in the fire,"

Sacarol's psionic power surged wildly, and a golden dragon eye mark appeared in the center of his forehead, lifelike, like the vertical pupil that the dragon in the sky had once opened.

And the eye on his forehead also slowly opened at this time, staring at the faceless ones who were standing quietly aside and did not intervene.

"What about you, Faceless Ones, the newborn sect, do you agree with my opinion?"

Sacarol smiled, calmly but frighteningly.

The leader of the Faceless Ones bowed slightly, these newborn attendants do not now have the determination to resist this fanatical rejecter of heretics.

"We believe in the ultimate God of Death, whether slave, nobleman, or monarch, all are equal before the God of Death,"

the leader of the Faceless Ones said, "Even the Lord of Light, R'hllor, the Drowned God, the Cold God, the Goat, the Night Lion, and the Stranger, are just one aspect of this thousand-faced God of Death,"

"It seems that those survivors, in the eyes of this ultimate God of Death, have not yet reached the time to embark on the journey of death, so he will transform into the Sun God, the Lord of Light, the Dragon God, and descend into the world, so that all living beings can continue to suffer in the mortal world."

Sacarol frowned, although these Faceless Ones superficially wanted to submit to him, they were arguing with him in language and seizing the right to interpret the teachings and gods, he hated these people, even at this time, they were still thinking about fighting for power and profit.

But he still suppressed his anger, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his head again, took a step forward, and said decisively: "The true God is the Sun God, and also the Dragon of All Things, all kinds of false gods are just clumsy imitations of the Lord's myriad faces."

"Only the false gods who submit to the Lord can be given a divine name by the Lord and manage his power on his behalf."

"What do you think?" Sacarol raised his dagger and asked loudly.

The Faceless Ones looked at each other, in theory, they are quite principled people, but the problem is that the principle is now in the hands of the other party.

So the leader of the Faceless Ones nodded, "That's right!"

"I'm very glad we reached a consensus here," Sacarol took back his Valyrian steel dagger and said loudly: "Then we should leave."

"Leave here, spread the glory of the true Lord, and defeat the remaining false god faiths one by one,"

Sacarol pointed to Valyria in the distance in the flames, and smiled at the city in the mid-air: "That is the Dragon God under the Lord's seat, the King God who walks and rules on his behalf, we must have enough gifts to set foot on that miraculous land and meet the gods when the land of smoke and fire reappears in the world!"

"Only then can we have enough merit to follow the King God to the true Lord's kingdom!"

The ship gradually sailed away on the distant sea.

The burning glass candle also gradually weakened until it went out.

The flames on the Valyrian peninsula never stopped, burning day and night, and the thick smoke gradually spread around, hiding this apocalyptic land in the smoke.

Almost all the people who survived the Valyrian doomsday catastrophe gathered in this rising city, waiting day after day for the flames to extinguish and re-stepping on the land of the mortal world.

Occasionally, some lucky ones rushed from the fiery ruins in all directions to the bottom of this miracle city, knelt down and prayed, and after being allowed, they could climb up from the huge body of the black dragon, where the tail touched the ground, and ascend into the city.

After the first few days, the remaining supplies and food in the city had been allocated and consumed.

In order to maintain life, the people in the city, under the leadership of the Imperial Legion, had no choice but to slaughter the magic dragons and divide the meat to eat.

The remaining magic dragons nestled under the increasingly huge image of the black dragon, not daring to resist, and bowed their necks to be slaughtered, dying with mournful cries.

The days passed like this, the fire gradually subsided, and the pillars of fire gushing from the broken mountains had begun to decline.

But the cities outside the Valyrian peninsula, the cities that once belonged to the rule of the Free Fortress, also received this shocking news, and the vibration of the world could be felt even in the distant cities.

So they all stood up independently and named their cities Free Trade City States.

They also sent many warriors, slave owners, and nobles to investigate the truth of Valyria's destruction and witness the fact of Valyria's destruction.

They looked from afar at Valyria, shrouded in the twilight of the doomsday, across the sea from the Long Summer Land, and cheered and jumped.

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They held a banquet on the grassland, celebrating the disappearance of the magic dragons in the world, and that these nobles and slave owners no longer had shackles on their heads, and they were the highest power holders.

The banquet lasted for a full half month, they slaughtered cattle and sheep, brought in fine wine, and sang and danced.

But on a certain morning, they were awakened again by the sound of the world, they stepped out of the door of the barracks and looked up into the distance at the sky.

From Valyria, which had been destroyed, in the land shrouded in smoke and dust, pairs of huge wings opened, and one huge magic dragon after another emerged from the smoke.

Thirty-meter dragons, fifty-meter dragons, one-hundred-meter dragons,

Ten, fifty, one hundred, two hundred,

All the remaining magic dragons flew out of the smoke and came across the sea.

On their backs were riders, survivors, and new conquerors.

A huge dragon shuttled through the sky above all the magic dragons, that was the dragon that commanded all the magic dragons, the dragon that ruled all people.

The wind from the dragon in the sky dispersed the thick fog and gray clouds, covering the sky, and landed on the plain, surrounding these nobles and slave owners.

The warriors above looked down at these people as if they were chickens and dogs.

Hulung.

The black dragon landed and stood on the hillside, the scales on its forehead shining with brilliant light.

It retracted its wings and spat out undulating sounds, echoing in the ears of the horrified crowd.

"Submit, or die!" Rosani said.

...

Karon retreated from the cracks in the world back to the world of Akania, the consumption of power and the changes in time and space made his head a little swollen.

After a personal comparison, Karon realized that the time flow of this main material plane of the world of Akania was much slower in appearance than that of another world.

But before Karon could sort out his thoughts, he had already discovered that the place where he was was not in the royal court where he often stayed, but in a barren grassland.

In Karon's perception, this was indeed the world of Akania, but he had never been here before.

Karon put down his guard, perhaps because the mutual touch of the power of the world caused his position to shift.

And in the world of Akania, as long as the ancestral red dragon wanted to run away, no one could catch up with him.

So the red dragon's huge body lay prone on the grass, squinting slightly, intending to rest for a while and wait for his spirit to recover.

But a strange aura was captured by the ancestral red dragon.

Whether it is a metallic dragon or a chromatic dragon, or other dragons, these dragons are creatures with extremely strong self-awareness and territorial awareness, and they need to have their own exclusive space at all times.

And the encroachment of the same kind on the space can easily stimulate the dragon's violent and vigilant nerves, especially strange giant dragons.

Even the Gogmora dragon group, under Karon's leadership, the dragon group often fights and fights when they are young, just because of this.

With the growth of age and strength, the self and territorial awareness of the chromatic dragon will become stronger and stronger, and the red dragon is a representative of them.

Even though Karon had become accustomed to the state of getting along with the group of dragons, the body's instinctive intuition still discovered the aura of the same kind before his perception.

"No, it's not an aura, but,"

Karon raised his head, and six beautiful horns rested on the scales behind his neck, looking up at the sky.

A meteorite fell from the sky, but there was no flame, like a silent meteor, and it directly smashed into the grass not far from Karon.

A violent tremor came, but there was no sound, and as the dust dissipated, a naked goddess stepped out from it.

A milky white dragon was on her left, a golden dragon was on her right, a bronze dragon hovered above her head, and a huge magic halo surrounded her body, blurring her face, making everything invisible, unknowable, and inaudible.

Legend says that whenever the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut descends to walk the world, he is always accompanied by seven gold dragons.

And when the chromatic dragon queen Tiamat incarnates to walk the earth, she is also followed by immortal emissary dragons.

The goddess before him was also a dragon god, but not the target that Caron currently wanted to contact.

When Caron built the Temple of All Dragons, he had his own purposes, and the dragon gods he enshrined within were also carefully selected.

Estherabor, the dragon goddess of wealth; Hyrkhool, the dragon god of humor; Landis, the dragon god of justice; Tamara, the dragon goddess of life.

These dragon gods all had some kind of bias that was beneficial to Caron, as well as controllability and predictability that Caron could grasp.

Even the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut, although this dragon god was somewhat unscrupulous when dealing with the chromatic dragon queen Tiamat, he still did not deviate from the name of a good dragon god when facing other matters.

But Karrecks, the dragon god of destruction; Chronopsis, the dragon god of death; and Falazure, the dragon god of undead, all had shackles that made it impossible to easily influence the world.

Just like the fallen dragon god Io, Karrecks was exiled by the gods to a distant place, and the other dragon gods all had their own difficulties.

Moreover, they all had a common characteristic: apart from the fallen founding dragon god Io, the true forms of the other dragon gods in this universe were all lesser deities.

But the goddess before him was a medium deity dragon god, and therefore excluded from Caron's targets.

The ancient red dragon stood up little by little, stretching its wings towards the sky, flames dancing on its scales, and it said word by word: "The Light of Magic, the Miracle Bringer, the Goddess of Magic, Mystryl!"