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?"
