Beneath the Red Dragon

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

Except for heading south, assuming the role of a religious leader, to lead all the Fremen and establish a theocratic rule, could he walk the path to success.

He could only bravely step towards his destiny, leading the remaining Fremen south, to the main base.

But the Harkonnen pursuers were relentlessly chasing them, and they had to shake off these pursuers, which sparked this battle.

Paul forged his worries and anger into an unstoppable blade, diving into the crowd, cutting through everything in his path.

His and the Fremen’s performance caught the attention of the Burning Corps warriors standing atop the dune, observing the battle.

A warrior couldn’t help but speak: ”Boss, these are excellent warrior prospects; if used by the Imperial, they could also be of great benefit. Should we intervene and take out those ugly Harkonnen people?”

Lenis stood leaning on his sword, the long and heavy Cross-Devouring Heavy Sword gleaming coldly, making this heavily armored, four-meter-tall warrior appear especially fierce.

As the War Commander of the second batch of the Burning Hoof Legion, this guy is now the leader of all the legion warriors and the highest-ranking Chiliarch.

”Go on,” Lenis nodded, ”showcase the might and glory of our Lord, these Fremen are our best reserves and rulers here.”

Then an invisible spiritual wave swept across the field, like a giant roar, causing the battlefield filled with gunfire and blood to instantly fall silent.

”Stop, you reckless mortals, this is the domain of my Lord, how dare you disturb!”

”What a funny thing, wearing such old stuff in the desert,” the simple-minded Harkonnen clan warrior piloted the flapping-wing aircraft, mocking while opening fire at these warriors.

”Seeker of death, dare to disturb my Lord’s peace,”

A loud voice rolled out from the warrior’s face armor, echoing through the venue, and behind each warrior, a pair of giant wings suddenly extended.

Whoosh,

Twenty elite warriors of the Burning Hoof Legion spread their wings and soared into the sky, their longswords igniting with the evil fire of Demons and the scorching Dragon Flame.

The heavenly tongues of fire were slashed apart by these powerful warriors with their longswords, and in an instant, they reached the flapping-wing aircraft piloted by the Harkonnen warriors.

Blades of dazzling sword light flashed, and the airborne steel dragonflies were directly sliced in half by the Cross Heavy Sword.

Machinery made of steel was no harder than wood under the swords of these Imperial elite warriors, and that evil fire and Dragon Flame could attach to the steel, gradually melting these solid materials.

The pilots inside were also ignited by the evil fire and Dragon Flame on the sword blade, screaming as they fell from the broken fuselage into the desert, and within seconds, their entire corpses and battle suits were incinerated to ash by the evil fire and Dragon Flame.

The Harkonnen warriors piloting the aircraft hadn’t figured out what was happening, and their flapping-wing aircraft in the sky had already been destroyed by these terrifying warriors, falling like rain.

The ship hurriedly tried to gain altitude to escape this dreadful area.

But Lenis pulled the Heavy Sword from the sand, gathering unmatched strength in his hand, and the blazing white Heart Energy turned into burning flames encased in the Cross Heavy Sword, which he then hurled out.

The heavy sword, surprisingly, made a sharp sword whistling sound in the air, and these warriors usually swung their heavy swords at near-sonic speeds, let alone when this terrifying Dragon-blood creature went all out.

Loyalty to the Ancestral Red Dragon had filled his body with the Power of Heart Energy, pure and highly destructive.

The sonic boom and the Giant Sword almost arrived simultaneously, and the hard alloy of the manufacturing ship did not showcase its powerful defense, being directly pierced and melted by the Heavy Sword.

The ship’s pilot was also killed instantly by this strike. Without the pilot’s control, the ship immediately wobbled and plummeted from the air, crashing into the sand.

Silence fell over the field, and the fighting Harkonnen warriors and Fremen simultaneously ceased, stunned by the brief dramatic change.

If the opponent had used a laser cannon to shoot down the flapping-wing aircraft and the ship, it wouldn’t have caused any thoughts, but the opponent destroyed this creation of civilization in such an ancient form.

And the giant wings behind those warriors astounded many Fremen, as if a mythical legend had suddenly appeared before their eyes, even more shocking than Paul Atreides, the true Prophet.

Many Fremen even forgot they were still on the battlefield, kneeling down and worshiping the Heavy Armor Warriors suspended in the sky.

”Angels of the True God, warriors of the Creator, great Divine Spirit, are protecting the Fremen!”

”Praise the eternal True God and the Divine,”

”This is truly a voice from beyond, a messenger of God!”

Even Chini, who never considered Paul a Prophet, widened her eyes and started praying silently.

Paul’s powerful spiritual power kept him conscious, fully aware that there were no so-called Divine Spirits in this world, only the memories of countless generations of human ancestors transmitted through the bloodline.

But the Fremen who once regarded him as the Prophet were now kneeling as the true miracle descended, causing his leadership to waver like a candle in the wind.

Perhaps those powerful warriors with wings only needed to acknowledge, and they could easily rule these Fremen.