I loaded the gods module

Chapter 69 The Power of the Dragon

Fragmented ruined cities, distorted history, a crimson moon hanging high in the sky, and crazy poets bathing in starlight.

"I know you can hear me, dragon."

The soldiers were howling and fleeing, the virtual wolf shadows were hiding in the shadows of the people, stirring despair, the red moon apostle was walking in the background of the bloody corpse mountain with a cigarette in his mouth, and the gray smoke covered the looming smiling faces of the angels.

Charles said with a smile: "As the history recorder responsible for the past, you cannot be destroyed by these maggots from the starry sky destroying your important abyssal duties."

"How about we make a deal, I will find a way to help you regain your sanity and remove the pollution..."

The middle-aged gentleman blinked his eyes: "And you, you only need to sign a small entry contract, how about it? Isn't it a great deal?"

Recently, at the request of an unscrupulous boss, Charles has to deal with nobles and rich people and church believers in this world, and also has to worry about the establishment of the Deep Sea Company, and has to be responsible for recruiting people to repair the airship.

The new company executive is really overwhelmed and unable to do what he wants.

The Red Moon Apostle urgently needs a deputy to help him deal with complicated matters, so the long-lived dragon in front of him has become the goal Charles wants to fight for...

After hearing the words of the other party, the arm of the bard who was laughing madly while he was writing quickly stiffened, and the neat handwriting left an ugly mark under the trembling of the quill pen.

"Giant dragon! Giant dragon! What are you waiting for?! Hurry up! Hurry up and get rid of this monster that insulted the starry sky!"

The slender eyes didn't dare to look at Charles anymore, and they howled frantically in Angelo's ear, just to cover up their uncontrollable panic.

"Those Royal Army are all useless waste and residue, no matter how you describe their heroic appearance, it is meaningless!"

Bits of starlight danced wildly around the eyes: "Dragon, as the apostle of the stars, you must personally maintain the supreme starry sky!"

So the laughing bard picked up his pen again and wrote in his history book:
'When the brave soldiers were fighting against heresy, they encountered a terrifying demon. It summoned an evil red moon, and its shadow turned into countless shadow monsters. Countless brave soldiers died because of it...'

'The minister of the kingdom took pity on the lives of the soldiers, and the minister mourned the passing of the soldiers, so he summoned the ancient dragon, just to protect the glory of the kingdom! '

After writing these two historical records, with a "click", the quill in Angelo's hand fell to the ground.

All the words written by the bard just turned into dense eyes, and the stars are shining!

Angelo fell to his knees on the ground, he pressed his head against the ground, and gasped in pain from deep in his throat.

Under the eyes of the Red Moon Angel, Angelo raised his head with all his strength, and the expression on the poet's face kept switching between crazy laughter and remorse.

"The messenger of the Red Moon... kill me now... it will be too late..."

The last sanity of the bard surfaced, and he sent his last prayer to the stranger who stepped into history to summon the red moon.

"Once I die...my history books will also disappear...the tainted records will not affect the real history...this is...the best ending..."

"We have no chance to trade... This eye has been ingrained in my soul... The mistake I made is irreparable..."

The poet's delicate voice became thicker and thicker, the dragon pupils shone with crazy brilliance, the huge history book was slowly fading, and the sides of Angelo's back clothes swelled up!
The power of the stars brings death and catastrophe to the present world whenever a dragon enters the tainted history of his own writing.

This is the origin of the title of "Poet of Calamity", and it is also Angelo's warning to himself engraved on the first page of the history book.

"Don't give up hope so easily. In the past, I was also haunted by endless regret and pain... thinking that everything would be completely destroyed under the pollution of the starry sky."

Charles smiled, and he opened his arms: "But the fire of hope will not go out after all... The storm and the moon have awakened, and we are not without the power to fight the starry sky!"

In the deep eyes of the middle-aged gentleman, the moon ring hanging in the sky burst into endless crimson light in an instant!The depth of the world changed in an instant, and the crimson dream was completely soaked in history.

"If you show your original form here, it will affect the present world and bring us a lot of trouble."

Charles said softly: "So, let all the regrets and sins be attributed to dreams..."

At this moment, through the bridge of 'dream' and 'history', the illusory world is dragged into the illusory dream by the red moon angel!
This is exactly the use of 'authority', and it is also the law that extraordinary people can only vaguely touch when they reach the level of 'Sacred Heart'.

After all, power is just power, while authority represents some kind of irreversible rule, and there is almost an insurmountable gap between the two.

Although Charles' current position in the abyss has been reduced to 'Bright Fire', as an angel of the red moon, he is born with the personality and authority to control dreams, no matter how weak he is, his authority will still not disappear.

Charles is not a mortal, he was born to be a saint and a miracle standing beside the gods!

At this moment, history completely fell into a dreamland. A crimson moon fell over the castle, and the crimson moon angel stood on the spire of the castle, with layers of streamer wings falling and rising behind him.

On the other side, the clothes on the back of the bard were completely torn, and the huge dragon wings were completely extended, almost covering the moon in the sky!
The dragon's wings are their own history books, but Angelo's history books have been completely polluted by the starry sky, and there are creepy eyes embedded in the dragon's wings.

They uttered chaotic ravings and chaotic screams, and the dense voices were intertwined, wantonly playing notes of madness and despair.

Under the waving of the dragon wings, the oppressive and suffocating gusts of wind swayed the flying stars, and the crazy power began to spread in the depths of the dream.

Charles frowned. Whenever those wings rose from the ground, there would be countless unimaginable things under the dragon wings out of thin air...

In an instant, the flags of the legion covered the ground, countless steam airships filled the sky, and the burning ammunition of the giant siege trebuchet was filled...

The middle-aged gentleman even saw a heavy pirate ship with a hideous appearance sailing on the ground, the captain was shouting loudly, and the sailors turned the direction of the artillery...

The projections of history were continuously summoned, and the legendary heroic spirits who had passed away raised their weapons again, and everyone's empty sights were firmly locked on the Red Moon Angel in midair...

In a trance, eras overlapped, and Charles seemed to see the wheels of history coming!

That was exactly what was recorded in Angelo's history books!Under the waving of the dragon's wings, the entire dream world has completely fallen into a strange chaos!

At this moment, the admonition of the woman transformed into a dragon sounded in Charles' mind.

Don't piss off any dragons... because when you face a dragon, you face all the history he has experienced!
Such is the extraordinary quality of the historian.

This is the power of the dragon.

(End of this chapter)