Chapter 892 The Lord of Change Who Craves Change!

Saddam IV took a deep breath, readjusted his posture, held the Golden Lion Sword tightly with both hands, and said coldly:

"Muad'Dib, be ready to face your tragic fate!"

Faced with the provocation of Saddam IV, Paul did not show weakness: "May your sword be broken and your people die!"

This was what Jamie gave him when they dueled. Paul decided to fight back in this unique way of the Fremen.

As Paul finished speaking, Saddam IV had already launched an attack. He suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Paul like an arrow from a string.

At the same time, the Golden Lion Sword in his hand drew a dazzling arc in the air, piercing Paul's heart like lightning.

Paul's figure was like a ghost, and he quickly dodged to the side to avoid the enemy's fierce attack.

Immediately afterwards, he swung the crystal dagger in his hand, rushed towards the opponent like lightning, and launched an extremely swift counterattack.

At this time, the Fremen around were getting more and more excited, and gradually fell into a state of almost crazy fanaticism with the fierce battle.

They shouted the name "Lisan Algeb" in unison, and the sound was like a surging torrent, one wave higher than the other, stirring endlessly.

In this cheering, Paul entered a magical state. Every time he swung his sword and chopped, every time he dodged flexibly, he led him into another endless cruel battlefield.

And these bloody fights seemed to confirm that he had long been destined to join the holy war.

At this moment, Paul's heart was shocked, and he suddenly realized clearly that even if he became the Lord of Change, he still couldn't change the general trend.

No matter how hard he tried to fight, the future development trajectory could not be changed.

That terrible holy war was like a runaway train, speeding along the established track, unstoppable.

These Fremen, their blood is burning with endless desire and fiery passion for fighting.

Living in the harsh environment of the dunes for many years and being influenced by its unique culture have tempered them into cold-blooded killing machines.

And now, it is because of Paul's appearance that they have truly witnessed their own hidden power.

This power makes them no longer willing to just wait for miracles from the sky, but take the initiative to fight for their own glory and victory.

At this moment, Paul is powerless to stop the huge storm that is about to sweep the entire universe. Even if he would rather die in this fierce battle,

Those Fremen Legion warriors will surely hold high the banner of Muad'Dib's revenge and surge out of Arax with anger.

They will spread the flames of war to every planet and make the entire universe tremble.

Paul's heart was filled with a deep sense of powerlessness, and then a surging tide of anger was about to swallow him up.

He has devoted countless efforts, sweat and unremitting efforts to fight against fate, but now it seems that all this is just accelerating the arrival of tragedy.

Predicting the future, this ability that he was once proud of, is now like a curse from the devil, ruthlessly torturing his soul.

Paul couldn't help but fall into deep thought: Is predicting the future a precious gift from God or a vicious curse from the abyss of hell?

At this moment, Paul realized for the first time in his life why he, as a being who can see the past and the future, has such a strange title as "Lord of Change".

It is precisely because of those who can see the future, but can never reverse the tragedy of the predetermined ending, that the prayer was born.

At this moment, Paul yearned for the arrival of change more than ever, no matter which change: good or bad, as long as there is change, it is good.

At this moment, Shaddam IV, who had been secretly observing Paul, accurately captured the subtle fluctuations in Paul's emotions with his keen insight.

He swung the shining golden lion sword in his hand without hesitation, and slashed at Paul like a lightning that cut through the night sky.

With a "swish", the sharp blade instantly cut through Paul's body, leaving a shocking scar on his body.

In an instant, a piercing pain swept over like a tide, causing Paul, who was originally immersed in contemplation, to suddenly come back to his senses, so he no longer hesitated and immediately went all out to fight back.

As the main god of the subspace, Paul controls the most profound knowledge and the extremely powerful power of magic concepts in the world;

On the other hand, although Shaddam IV is the god of faith, he is actually just a lingering, half-dead existence.

The gap in strength between the two is like a chasm, which is completely incomparable.

With Paul's seriousness, after just a few moves, Shaddam IV immediately felt the unprecedented huge pressure coming towards him.

A tremor from deep within his heart was like a surging wave, continuously impacting Shaddam IV's heart, as if to break it.

However, on the surface, Shaddam IV held the Golden Lion Holy Sword, looking majestic and powerful, firmly occupying the clear upper hand in the battle.

This made him extremely confused. What exactly triggered this innate and uncontrollable fear?

At this moment, the original calm battlefield changed.

I saw Paul's eyes suddenly blooming with a dazzling blue light, the light was like a flashing star in the night sky, bright and mysterious.

At the same time, a cunning and proud smile appeared on his face, just like a hunter finally captured the covered prey.

"I caught you!"

Paul's voice was like Thunder, and it sounded deep in the soul of Sadham IV.

Hearing this sentence, Saddam IV's heart shocked, and he realized that he was in an extremely dangerous.

"No ~~~~~~~"

He widened his eyes in horror and put his perspective into the Asian space. He opened his mouth and wanted to ask for mercy, but everything was too late.

Suddenly, a huge and black palm covered with gorgeous feathers descended from the sky, caught the essence of the gods of Sadham IV with a thunderbolt.

This palm contains endless power and can easily crush his soul.

On behalf of the essence of Sadham IV God, the lion struggled desperately and tried to break free of restraint, but the giant hand remained motionless and imprisoned him in it.

"I collected the essence of your God!"

Paul's words are ruthless, like the voice of trials from hell.

Without the words, he opened his blood basin and bit his bite towards Shadham IV without hesitation.

With a creepy "click" sound, the lion was chewed by the sharp and sharp teeth.

At the same time, Saddam IV in the material universe felt at this moment, feeling that all the forces in the body quickly retreated like a tide.

The god of the world and the god of the world was rapidly declining, and it was replaced by an aging person with a noodle and wrinkled face.

His body became stunned, and his pace was unstable, as if he would fall down at any time.

At this moment, he lost everything, and even the uncomfortable golden lion sacred sword couldn't hold it, and suddenly hit the ground, making a fierce impact sound.

The moment Saldam IV defeated, the tight air was released, and the Keni and Jessica who watched the war relieved.

The Frendians broke out of deafening cheers and celebrated their hearts.

"Bring the prisoners to the station and kill the Saudge Card!"

Paul captured the Golden Lion Sword from Salad IV, held this sword of the Emperor, and issued an order.

"God Warrior ~~~"

The Freman shouted, such as the ghosts, slaughtered the Star Warriors of the Sauder Card crazy.

The nobles of the Lanced Commission, when they saw the victory between the two sides, naturally followed to try to put pressure on Paul and obtain the profits brought by spices.

However, after the atom weapons of the Eddi family were aimed at all the spice fields, all nobles were recalled by the leaders and returned their own land.

The spice is the pillar of the entire empire. Without the spices, the entire human empire will be paralyzed. There is no way to connect together, and everyone can't gamble.

Nympho

Nympho

In the victory of the cars, the night fell,

Paul was surrounded by the guards and went to the administrative residence of Eraques.

Soon after, the emperor and his party were sent here by the Freman Guard,

Paul went straight to the emperor. The ruler who had been unable to live now has lost all the legal codes and has to bow to Paul to surrender.

Paul looked back at his lover deeply, and then said to the emperor, "I will marry your daughter, just as famous as the throne, and you can go back to Kaitan to spend the rest of your life!"

Paul did not directly kill Saddam IV. For God, he did not lose all his strength than let them lose, but also continued to live more cruel torture.

Because they will be even more uncomfortable than the direct death, Sadham IV will slowly understand the body's decay and aging, and eventually wait for the arrival of death in the remaining time.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the Freman people support their new king ascended, and

Paul Mugabe Cuidi accepted the call of destiny and stepped towards the center of power.

He is both a warrior and a mysteriousist. He is both a monster and a saint. He is both an old fox and a simple teenager.

He is not God nor a person. In fact, at the moment he won, he had already seen his future death method, but he still accepted his fate frankly.

Because his name will be permanently recorded in the history of the human empire,

Perhaps in the future, some people may say that he is doing this out of justice, but whose justice is it?

After all, Mu Adab once ordered the skin of the enemy to strip the enemy to make a war drum. He waved and destroyed the past of the past.

It is impossible

People love Him, but they are more afraid of Him, because He is Kuishad Hudlak.