As the humans prayed with their eyes closed, a sudden fierce wind arose, causing sand and stones to fly and making it almost impossible for the crowd to remain standing. The air was filled with dust, blinding everyone. The sky darkened as if something had obscured the sun.
Before anyone could look up to see what was happening, a tremendous pressure enveloped the crowd, making it difficult to breathe and filling their hearts with intense fear.
A thunderous crash followed, causing the ground to tremble slightly. A massive creature descended from the sky, cracking the smooth stone slabs with its landing.
The pressure was so palpable that people involuntarily fell to their knees. The dragon raised its fearsome head and let out a long, resonant roar, echoing through the vast space. The wind gradually subsided, and the dust settled.
A few brave humans cautiously lifted their heads, only to see a 20-meter-long dragon standing in the square. Its purple-golden scales glinted dazzlingly in the sunlight, and the sun behind it cast a halo of rainbow colors, making it appear majestic, almost like a god. The dragon was more powerful than they had imagined; its mere presence was overwhelming.
Old John suddenly shouted, "Great Dragon, you have finally heard our call and come to our town. The terrifying demons are insignificant before your mighty power. We pray that you will vanquish the demons and restore peace to our town. We will prepare the most sumptuous feast in your honor."
Silence fell over the area. Even Old John, a devout follower of the dragon, felt anxious. He doubted whether the dragon could understand his words. Although he believed in the dragon's power, he was not a fanatic and knew that the dragon was not omnipotent.
The dragon's nostrils emitted thick white smoke, and large sparks burst from them, crackling in the air like firecrackers. The people who had come out of curiosity began to regret their decision, fearing the fiery wrath that might soon engulf them. They trembled and their faces changed with fear, worried that they might be burned alive in the next moment.
Brandon hadn't expected these people to be his followers. He had been deeply engaged in battles in America and was surprised to find humans worshiping him. Humans were indeed a complex species. Whether evil or good, gods always had a multitude of followers, provided they possessed great, unparalleled power.
As the humans knelt in anxious silence, a powerful mental force suddenly enveloped the crowd, penetrating their minds. A majestic voice echoed in their hearts, "Humans, my followers, I have descended upon your town in response to your devout prayers. I will grant your request."
Brandon's piercing eyes swept over the humans with authority. Everyone held their breath, listening intently. "But it is not without conditions. Every human here must devoutly believe in me, cherish me, constantly call upon me in their hearts, remember me, and pray to me. In return, I will protect you, care for you, and grant you strength. I will be with you always..."
The voice started softly but grew louder until it was like a distant thunder rolling across the sky. The sound left the humans feeling as if they were on a rocking ship, dizzy and unsteady, but its impact was undeniable. This moment was etched into their memories, ensuring they wouldn’t forget it for a long time.
"As for offerings, they are unnecessary. Your sincere faith is all I require. To my devoted followers, I will bestow deserved rewards."
With that, Brandon waved a claw, releasing a powerful healing spell. A shimmering mist descended from the sky, like the most beautiful pearls glinting with rainbow hues in the sunlight. The mist enveloped those Brandon deemed the most steadfast and devout.
Those blessed by this divine grace felt a cool sensation wash over them, their bodies immediately relaxing and filling with vigor. Longstanding ailments seemed to diminish, leaving them feeling rejuvenated and strong. Their eyes gleamed with fervor, their faith now unshakable. The dragon's appearance and miraculous acts greatly reinforced and expanded their belief.
Realizing he had to depart before his act was up, Brandon finished his performance. Without spreading his wings, his massive body floated upwards as gently as a feather. He ascended higher, gradually passing through the clouds. Only when he was sure the humans could no longer see him did he spread his wings and fly away.
The crowd watched the dragon's figure intently as it floated away, like a deity returning to the divine realm. The dragon's ascension without flapping its wings defied scientific explanation, adding to the mystique.
The remaining humans, having witnessed this miracle, prayed earnestly. Whether they had been followers of the dragon before or not, they were now deeply moved and began to believe in the dragon’s power and mystery.
About ten minutes later, the dragon became a tiny dot, passing through the clouds and disappearing. The people finally began to recover from their astonishment. They were visibly excited; Old John’s face was flushed, and his wrinkles smoothed out, making him look younger. He examined himself, finding no trace of the beautiful, crystalline mist that had entered his body, and noted that his clothes were completely dry.
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A young man, dressed in hippie fashion with colorful decorations, approached. Clearly more respectful than before, he looked at Old John with a mixture of awe and excitement.
“Uncle John,” he said politely, “could you tell us what it felt like when the great dragon's mist descended upon you?”
Everyone gathered around immediately. Those touched by the mist were now regarded with increased respect by the others.
Old John cleared his throat, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sudden attention. After a moment, he composed himself. “Oh! It’s indescribable, truly miraculous. When the mist fell, I felt a cool sensation all over my body. It seemed to seep through my skin. Feel my clothes, they’re completely dry.” He paused before continuing, “I felt utterly relaxed, like I was falling asleep. The pain in my joints disappeared instantly, and I feel much stronger now. I’m full of energy. This is far superior to the holy water in churches, which is fake by comparison.”
Another person who had experienced the divine water stepped forward, his expression excited. “It’s true! Look at this—two weeks ago, I broke my arm. But now…” He raised his arm, roughly tearing off the bandages. He then lifted his arm high above his head and waved it vigorously. “Now it’s completely healed, just like a normal arm. This is a miracle!” he shouted.
Everyone looked at him with envy, and the crowd erupted in noise. Nearly everyone knew he had broken his arm two weeks ago. Even those who did not believe in the dragon started considering buying a small dragon statue to keep at home and pray to daily.
“Maybe we should build a dragon church,” suggested the bar owner, who had also received the divine water. He was a well-liked figure in the town, respected for his good nature.
His suggestion was quickly approved by everyone, and they decided to pool their resources to build a dragon church in the town.
As Brandon flew away from the area, he began to ponder the demon attacks on the village. In his inherited memory, demons were a powerful race from a distant plane with harsh conditions. Creatures there either perished if they were weak or became corrupted and transformed into demons if they were strong enough.
The most powerful demons were comparable to gods. But how could demons appear on Earth? According to his memory, demons' power would be significantly weakened in this plane, with weaker ones dying instantly and even the strong ones unable to stay long.
As Brandon continued flying swiftly, his eyes scanning like searchlights, a sudden insight struck him. The demon the humans referred to might actually be the giant Jiao.
After a few minutes of flight, Brandon saw a military encampment in the distance. Dozens of tanks and rocket launchers were amassed as if preparing for something. He mused that these weapons couldn't possibly be intended for him. Humans wouldn't be so foolish as to send such ineffective forces to face him.
Brandon began to suspect that the military presence was not for him but for the so-called demon, which he now believed to be the giant Jiao.
Filled with anger at this realization, his eyes blazed with fire. With a powerful flap of his wings, he flew towards the human army, his speed now faster than before. Within moments, he hovered above the army, which had not yet reacted to his presence.
The encampment was on a small hillside with sparse trees and low shrubs. The camp at the foot of the hill looked temporary, with only a few sentries outside and the rest of the troops inside, numbering around a thousand.
Nearby was a small lake, a few kilometers wide. The lake was calm, with gentle waves stirred by a soft breeze, and the warm sunlight lazily bathed the earth, making one feel lethargic. Brandon yawned.
At a time like this, finding a cozy cave to sleep in would be ideal. But now? It seemed impossible. The military was likely here to capture the giant Jiao, meaning it was probably nearby.
Realizing this, Brandon’s anger intensified. With renewed determination, he set his sights on finding the giant Jiao.
Brandon's massive body descended from the sky, landing heavily on the ground with a tremendous crash that caused a slight tremor. A deep crater formed beneath his feet. By now, Brandon weighed nearly 200 tons, his flesh and blood highly condensed to a density comparable to metal. If he didn't maintain a slight state of levitation while walking, ordinary ground would be unable to support his weight.
The camp erupted into chaos, like a nest of disturbed mice. Soldiers rushed out of their tents, some even pulling up their pants as they had been napping. But before they could exit the camp, their steps slowed and eventually came to a halt. Their expressions shifted rapidly from curiosity to astonishment to terror, faces like kaleidoscopes of emotion.
Brandon looked at the disheveled soldiers and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Clearly, they had been caught in the middle of a nap. Only a few clutched their weapons, while the rest were unarmed. Everyone stood still, not moving an inch, with an eerie silence enveloping the area. Brandon could clearly see sweat dripping down their foreheads.
In the distance, tanks and armored vehicles sat quietly, seemingly abandoned as all soldiers ran to witness the commotion. Brandon's nostrils emitted large clouds of smoke, and he stomped his feet restlessly. He hesitated, knowing that killing them would be as easy as crushing ants. But slaughtering these soldiers seemed pointless; they had no will to resist, already reduced to terrified humans.
Brandon quickly lost interest and raised his head, letting out a long dragon's roar. He spread his wings, intending to fly away. Suddenly, he noticed the lake surface churning violently, like a pot of boiling water. Waves surged into the sky, as if a great beast were about to emerge from the depths.
Brandon paused, folding his wings back. The commotion on the lake captured all his attention. His enormous body rose slowly into the air, drifting towards the lake.
Abruptly, a giant Jiao's head burst from the water, resembling a colossal stone pillar rising from the lake. Its enormous body nearly blocked out the sun, and its emerald-green scales shone like the purest jade under the sunlight.
The giant Jiao was ecstatic, its massive body thrashing wildly in the water, creating towering waves that flooded the surrounding land. It let out a thunderous roar and swam towards the dragon.