Don't Mess with That Dragon-Chapter 454 - 009 Prophecy

Despite being one of the Kingdoms more powerful than any Duchy on the Seta Continent, the Ireland Kingdom, positioned to the east, is much weaker compared to top Kingdoms.

Amid this imminent omen, a powerful Kingdom in the Central Earth Continent has already been swept into the chaos.

The storm it incited nearly destroyed that prestigious Kingdom.

This filled the royal families of every nation with dread.

Now, chaos is about to spread.

Within the Ireland Kingdom, signs have begun to emerge, heralding the onset of crisis.

To withstand the impending disaster, the Irish royal family is seeking the help of an Astrologer.

The Astrologer, an incredibly mysterious and rare profession, is said to foresee fluctuations in future destiny through the trajectory of starlight—an ability even the Divine cannot fathom!

To become an Astrologer, one must possess a special talent that can sense Destiny Power.

Only one in ten million possesses the talent of an Astrologer!

The Astrologers, synonymous with enigmatic power, sacrifice their lives to obtain insights into future destiny trajectories.

Standing at the pinnacle, Astrologers who can accurately predict destiny are incredibly scarce.

And fortunately, within the Ireland Kingdom resides the oldest Astrologer on this continent.

He is Princess Sarah’s mentor, a descendant of the Irish royal family, old and frail, about to step into death—Master Merlin.

Legends speak of Master Merlin, who was always in deep meditation at the Astrology Tower, that with just a glance from his starry eyes, he could capture the trajectory of an ordinary person’s future destiny completely within his gaze.

To address the impending crisis, Princess Sarah’s father, the current King of Ireland, visited this esteemed Astrologer.

Finally, Master Merlin, at the cost of his last breaths, employed Astrology.

However, this Astrologer, who could discern the entire life destiny trajectory of ordinary people in a glance, faced severe backlash right at the start of the ritual, spewing mouthfuls of blood, his body visibly deteriorating, his vitality rapidly waning.

Gazing upon the approaching grand era is akin to mortals staring directly at the Divine’s radiance.

Ant-like power can only be crushed within this overwhelming reality.

The Master Merlin of the Ireland Kingdom, with profound cultivation, merely glimpsed an astounding flash of a future moment and was already swept away by destiny’s backlash, left with only a few fragmented words.

"...Storm...Chaos...Divine...South, Dolan Plateau, Vitality!"

Expending the last bit of power to leave this cryptic message, his presence then completely dissipated.

Master Merlin’s final words before passing became the reason for Princess Sarah’s fearless quest.

As a royal princess, Sarah was not a delicate princess who never left her mansion; her fondness for staying in the barracks and frequent hunting made her even more exceptional than Ireland Kingdom’s heir.

To uncover the final spark of life before her teacher’s death, Sarah, supported by her father and protected by the Royal Knight Order, ventured southward.

The signs of chaos had already begun to appear before she departed.

Bandits began to rise and fall across the Kingdom, several major northern nobles formed an alliance announcing independence from Ireland’s rule, a drought descended abruptly, reducing the harvest, and the Church’s power began to spread.

Domestic unrest was already starting to brew.

"Teacher, please guide my way from the heavens."

In the blizzard, snowflakes scraped like knives around, the trudging convoy saw Princess Sarah silently praying in her heart.

...

Meanwhile, in the Central Earth Continent.

In a secluded mountain valley, a peasant woman dressed in patched clothes clutched a basket nervously weaving through the forested mountain.

Recently, due to the drought, only a meager portion of the harvested crops remained after taxes, insufficient to sustain her family until the next wheat harvest.

For survival, the peasant woman wielded her basket hoping to find some wild fruits and vegetables in the forest.

However, as a peasant under the service of the Baron, both the forest and river were privately owned by the Baron, making her actions tantamount to theft, stealing the Baron’s property; once discovered by the steward, she would undoubtedly be whipped nearly to death.

Yet, for survival, thinking of the few children at home crying for food, the peasant woman gritted her teeth and continued onward.

She occasionally plucked a few wild veggies from the forest and picked some wild fruits, along with mushrooms growing in the shadowed places.

Off in the distance stood a wild potato.

Uncertain when the seed had come here and started growing.

The peasant woman’s eyes brightened, and she hastened her steps.

Suddenly, above the wild potato, the air visibly undulated in a ripple.

Something the size of a wild dog, dark red-skinned, resembling a crocodile’s head, dropped from the ripple.

If Mages were present, they would immediately recognize this wild dog-sized creature as the infamous Demon Dog from Hell!

The Demon Dog fell to the ground, shaking its dizzy head, seeing the terrified peasant woman before it.

Excitedly, it bared its mouth, revealing sinister sharp teeth, sulfur-smelling saliva dripped from its maw to the ground...

A moment later,

Only a broken basket remained, along with blood-soaked, tattered clothes, and a pool of blood.

The body grew larger, malicious teeth stained with blood, the Demon Dog ascended the mountain, gazing at the smoky mountain village below, its beastly eyes turned exceptionally blood-red...

Farther away,

Within a certain city.

In a gloomy corner, on a blood-stained altar, several figures kneel in fervent worship, the pungent smell of blood suffices to induce nausea, black unidentifiable tentacles stretching from the shadows engulfed and devoured the brutally tortured to death woman on the altar.

"Lord, you are the master of darkness, rooted in the unspeakable horror within human hearts, immortal in eternity, sin..."

In the chilling hymns of closed-door praise, suddenly,

Boom!

A loud explosion as the door behind blasted open.

A squad of guards rushed in, sealing off the external street block.

The devout shades were horrified, rising in resistance, the darkness on the altar lashed out in rage, eerie black substances began to spread, seemingly swallowing all nearby light.

A great battle erupted, the entire neighborhood was razed to ruins.

The guards sealed off the entire street.

Troops came and went, carrying off bodies contorted in expressions of fear, surrounded by layers upon layers, neck-stretched citizens eagerly discussing.

Rumors spread that there was a blood sacrifice in the entire city, demons are about to descend.

A mass of citizens fled, a scene of impending apocalypse.