Chapter 36: The Red Emperor Dragon on Planetos (I)

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"Who are you?!" the armored man declared as he saw Jon float out and approach him.

"I would also like to know who the man in front of me is," Jon declared seriously. His grey eyes stared coldly at the would-be enemy.

"You dare question a God, little mortal?"

"…," Jon put on a strange expression as he looked the man up and down.

"No fucking way!" Ddraig mentally roared. "He is disgustingly weak! He can't be a god!"

"While what Ddraig said may be offensive… that man certainly doesn't feel like a God. Azazel could easily defeat him," Yahweh declared uncertainly.

"If you say nothing, then you can only die!" the man roared before charging with his sword. Jon looked at him in bewilderment. He could never stand in front of a God before, but it was true that he felt too weak to carry the word God in his existence. In the end, he simply moved to the side before clenching his fist, punching with all his might. Yes, all his might. Even if Ddraig and Yahweh considered him too weak, there's no way someone who declared himself God would be so easy to defeat.

His fist releasing a scarlet flame-like aura struck the man's head. His helmet dented before shattering completely. Then, blood splattered everywhere as his figure was thrown hundreds of meters away.

"... ", Jon stood with his mouth agape after seeing the surreal scene before his eyes.

Looking at his bloody fist, he could only mutter one thing: "No way..."

"Insect!", Ddraig roared with pure mockery in his tone. "Still, it's unexpected. I mean, come on! What's with that little man?!"

"Don't go any further, stranger!", a voice came from the sky above, causing Jon to raise his head. There, seven figures that seemed to descend from the sun, looked at him as they approached.

Jon understood immediately.

"Ah... I see. You are The Seven. The god that has seven aspects. Why did you decide to attack me out of nowhere?" he asked, looking at the man who descended in front of the rest. He had a chiseled body, with a beard on his face. A tunic fell from his shoulder, revealing his entire torso, while from the waist down, he was dressed in white cloth pants, leaving his feet bare.

That man was known as the Father, and he was the one who spoke seriously. "You just came from nowhere, with an unknown element. You were even able to open a hole in reality."

Jon looked at him a little curiously. If this seven-aspect god did not know about him, it means that they were not responsible for sending him to Earth. Unexpected, but perhaps not so much.

"This is my birth planet," Jon declared. "I was born in the North of Westeros. I'm sorry, but even you can't stop me."

The Father frowned as his blue eyes narrowed.

"Somehow, this guy reminds me of Zeus."

"You're not even human!" The Father retorted angrily. "You're clearly an invader to our world."

"Not human?" Jon stared at him in shock, before noticing that he had his helmet on. Growling, he decided to take it off to show his clearly human face. "I'm beginning to think they really are early Gods. But it's not like it was strange either. After all, this planet hasn't seen better times yet."

"Besides, I'm starting to lose my patience. I've come back to play with my little sister for a bit. If you want to bar my way, come along. I'll make sure to dominate you into submission!"

The Seven Aspects looked at him in doubt, except for the Father, who was clearly angry. Just as that man was thinking of opening his mouth, an old woman stepped forward. Her back was slightly hunched, she wore robes and a cloak with fur covering the neck and shoulder parts. In her left hand, she held a staff from which a lamp hung.

"Who are you really? You managed to repel the Warrior with a single blow."

"My name is Jon Snow, born to Eddard Stark and Ashara Dayne. Oh, and I hope you don't use that information in a bad way," Jon looked at them with his head slightly to one side. "If anything happens with the North, I wouldn't care who it was, I'll come for you first."

"Arrogant!" the Father roared as a light began to form in his head. A scale appeared, a symbol of their power.

"Will you really fight?" Jon asked as the Boosted Gear appeared on his left arm. "I'm telling you now, but I don't think they can kill me. If they're the same level as the Warrior, they're better off considering themselves dead."

Jon knew that speaking in that manner wasn't the best option. Azazel had given advice just moments ago, but this Seven-Aspect God was making him very irritated. His blood was boiling with the desire to tear them apart right now.

"You better stop right there!" Just as Jon thought about going to the Balance Breaker, another voice decided to intervene. This time it came from a figure covered in a dark robe. He was so hidden that only his feet were visible, and his face was covered by shadows. Jon looked at him, knowing that this was the Stranger's aspect.

"What do you mean, Stranger?" the Father asked irritably.

"We will lose," the aspect of death declared. "I can feel it. That boy is stronger than us. Or has your mind been clouded by arrogance? I certainly hope it is not that way, because if it were, it would make us laughable."

The Stranger looked at the Father for a moment before turning his head towards Jon.

"Boy. You say your name is Jon Snow. How did you suddenly appear here like that? That thing behind you is not something that can be taken out of this world."

"... I'd rather not answer. I can see that you seem the smartest looking. Which is also a bit odd, since you are one, right? Anyway, get out of my way. As long as you don't do anything to my family or the North, I won't fight you."

"You're joking," the Stranger snorted. "Even if you claim to be born on Planetos, you're still an invader. We can't just let you go like that. This world is our domain."

 "….Ha! Your domain? What about the Old Gods? The Red God? And then there's still the Great Other and several other deities. Saying that this planet is your domain sounds way too arrogant, even for a God. And let me tell you, I know a stronger God who never thought of the world as his entire domain."

"What you say…" Jon snorted before summoning Excalibur Galatine. "It's just pure rubbish."

"[True Crimson Emperor!]"

Boooom!

Jon's aura shot up into the sky before expanding like a scarlet tidal wave that threatened to engulf everything around it. His wings of golden light glowed as Excalibur Galatine did with powerful flames.

"I-Impossible…" the Stranger muttered, taking several steps back, as if Jon's aura had actually pushed him away. He couldn't believe what his eyes were coming at him and his body was feeling. The clouds beneath them split open, leaving a huge hole as the aura tickled their bodies.

The figure larger than a normal human clad in crimson armor and golden wings threatened them. They felt a great weight crushing them as they stared with their teeth clenched tightly.

"I'll say it clearly so that it's completely clear," Jon said slowly as his aura continued to rise thanks to the continuous boosts.

"You... are weaklings!" Jon moved his sword until it almost touched his left shoulder. And then, in a quick movement he swung it in a horizontal slash. A flame shot out at that moment, causing The Seven to back away in alarm. Excalibur Galatine wasn't as simple as a sword that couldn't be blunted. Together with Excalibur, its sister sword, they received God's blessing. One was blessed to always be victorious in battles when humanity was in a bad time, while the other was blessed to have the power of the sun. However, using that blessing was incredibly complicated. Even with a specially selected user, it was perhaps impossible to use the blessing.

However, Jon was special in that aspect. He had the God who blessed the sword with him. Yahwe was literally always by his side.

A line was drawn on the horizon before an orange light exploded with Jon as the center. It was as if the sun was born in that place, burning everything around it. The surroundings turned orange like the sunset as the Seven let out screams of pain. Their bodies were taking in the suffocating heat.

Jon knew he was being hasty, but he no longer cared. This divided God was weak in his eyes. And if he left them so easily, his family and the North might suffer. It was better to get the problem out of the way right away. For that reason, Jon Snow was no longer the one fighting, but rather the Red Dragon Emperor.

The True Crimson Emperor.

As the fire continued to burn, Ddraig decided to speak up. "They're stupidly weak. They can't even take Galatine with a few boosts."

 "Yahweh, do you know why?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm a bit confused right now, Ddraig," Yahweh replied in a dubious voice. "Even the weakest God on Earth is better than this. I thought it might be because he's a god divided into seven aspects, but that doesn't make much sense either. When he was alive and could move in several different places at once, he didn't even lose that much power."

The bodies of the Seven were being licked by the flames as they moved their arms, as if they were trying to escape, but they couldn't. Jon frowned at the sight, as it really didn't feel right that they were so weak.

Suddenly, Yahweh asked an interesting question. "Jon, how old is this planet?"

 "I have no idea. But I know that the age of the first men occurred 12,000 years ago. The Andals came to Westeros from Essos at least 6,000 years ago. And these Gods, at least in the tales and history books, were the ones who walked in human form before giving a human a crown."

"Hmm... So this God is young! What's more interesting, is that their bodies are not a form of soul manifested in the mortal physical plane like the Gods of Earth. Look at their bodies, they are being burned too easily. I've never seen a God of this kind before."

"Wait a minute..." Ddraig interrupted. "You're saying that... They can't even receive power from human faith! If they don't have access to the astral plane, it means they can't receive faith that comes from human worship either. That's completely pathetic!"

 "You're right, Ddraig. I... don't want to sound offensive but, what we have before us, can only be considered as a False God. An existence that is not human, but does not reach the Realm of the Gods. Fascinating, but also strange, very strange."

"They're dying..." Jon commented dryly, noticing how The Seven were losing strength. "By the way, where's the Warrior? Don't tell me he died in one blow."

"STOP! PLEASE, STOP THIS HELL!" a pain-filled scream reverberated through the sky.

"Friends, what should I do?"

"You can stop, Jon. You should use this opportunity to learn more about the Gods of your home planet," Yahweh advised. "This may result in an opportunity never seen before. How do they gather the power of faith? How are they born? Do they truly hear the prayers of mortals? If we can have an answer to these questions, then dealing with the threats of this place will be much easier."

Jon nodded before raising Excalibur Galatine. The flames in the surroundings were literally drawn in and absorbed by the sword. It was like a boiling whirlpool before everything returned to normal. Jon flew over, looking at the kneeling and sprawled bodies, as if they actually had a floor beneath them.

"You ruined my time of reunion with my brothers. And being so, you will take me to your true domain to answer every question. Understood?"

The Father raised his head. His body was red, skin gone in several places. The beard that made him look interesting, completely gone. One of his eyes had almost no skin, showing bones with a golden tint as that eye was almost about to pop out.

 "Eh... It seems you don't want to live."

"We will!" the Stranger shouted before coughing up black blood and smoke. "We will... just... cease your attacks."

"Well done, Jon!" Ddraig roared at that moment, scaring all of the Seven with his hideous laughter.

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