Light Fortress Chapter 1891 - 1: Escape_2

But now, encountering this former First Divine Envoy of the Source Tower has exhausted him tremendously.

Simply suppressing the Red Dragon cannot end the battle. This guy, like a madman, constantly attempts to slash the Water Cage with a knife, forcing Spring Plow to continuously increase his power.

Therefore, it ended up like this.

Spring Plow was forced to use half of the Authority Origin to completely subdue him!

The purpose of imprisoning the Red Dragon was simple.

It was to treat him as "cargo" to sell to any third party willing to accept a high price!

At this moment, the Spring Plow Saint had already calmed his Heart Lake.

"An interesting piece of news."

He cleared his throat and spoke lightly, "Those in Central Continent are very interested in you. The first offer from the Holy City was entirely accepted by the Source Tower without bargaining..."

These words did not cause any change in the Red Dragon’s expression.

He was still alive, yet he seemed as dead.

"But the Ancient Literature Society has no interest in you."

Spring Plow chuckled and said, "We made an offer to Huazhi, but there was no reaction from Lu Nanzhi, not even a reply. It’s often said that the Ancient Literature Society has deep bonds and won’t abandon partners, but now... it seems there might be some discrepancies. You became an abandoned pawn once caught by me."

"Heh..."

Upon hearing this.

The Red Dragon slowly raised his head.

Unexpectedly for Spring Plow.

At this moment, the Red Dragon’s eyes showed no disappointment.

Instead, a smile emerged on his blood-stained face.

The Red Dragon’s greatest fear was that Spring Plow would use him to set a trap, cooperating with Deep Sea to hunt down the Ancient Literature Society members...

But as it turns out, the thing he feared most did not happen.

That woman Lu Nanzhi had some brains.

"What’s wrong with being an abandoned pawn?"

The Red Dragon spoke hoarsely, "You must have some brains to sit in the Saint’s position. Where in this world is there a fair trade? Haven’t you ever wondered why the Source Tower agreed to your terms?"

The Southern Continent has never been a player.

It’s a chessboard.

This, even with the Divine Throne, cannot change.

The Storm doesn’t care how the people of the Southern Continent live; it only cares about its faith, about its followers... among the highest seats, the most selfish and self-serving to the extreme is not Qinglong, but the Storm. Over the years, the church on the Southern Continent has been preaching almost like ’overdrafting’, due to the lack of outside checks and balances, the Storm God’s Throne is frantically harvesting the ’faith’ of this land.

No one knows why.

Except for Spring Plow.

"You mean the Source Tower treats the Southern Continent as food, agreeing to the deal because they believe everything given for this transaction can be recovered in the future."

The Spring Plow Saint said with a smile, "You make a point, but it’s meaningless... because Lord Divine doesn’t care."

The Red Dragon was stunned.

He frowned.

"Think about it, why did the Five Continents Fleet ’encounter’ an ’attack’ in the Ice Sea? Why did the Southern Continent proactively detonate the Source Energy Boat to destroy other fleets?"

The Spring Plow Saint stretched out his slender finger and slowly pointed to his forehead.

He gently smiled and said, "If you were a little smarter, maybe you would understand... what the Holy City is really doing."

The Red Dragon blankly looked at the man in front of him.

The Storm Church doesn’t care about revenge, doesn’t care about war, doesn’t care about what happens on this continent.

They only care about their own interests.

Why is that?

After saying this, the Spring Plow Saint stood up. This entire sea area was locked by the Tide Authority, and as for the Red Dragon, he had been rendered half-crippled. The successive battles had rendered the First Divine Envoy of the Source Tower completely powerless, and Spring Plow wasn’t worried at all that the man in front could leave this Water Cage.

"Don’t worry, soon you’ll know the answer."

"Next, I will leave here... I’ve already sent Huazhi the exact coordinates of your imprisonment for free."

The Spring Plow sighed and said, "If they really consider you as a partner, they should at least take a look. Speaking of which, I’m looking forward to the Ancient Literature Society’s ’prison break’. If the Ancient Literature Society dares to come, I would be happy to bury them all at sea. This can be considered the final little wish before leaving."

Final wish before leaving...

Leave?

Leave where?

The Red Dragon’s pupils contracted, suddenly raising his head.

These two words enlightened him.

He suddenly understood the true meaning behind the Spring Plow Saint’s recent words.

...

...

Above the sea surface of Yuanting Island, stood a towering Divine Statue.

Hundreds of meters tall.

The Storm God’s Throne quietly sat on "its" shoulder, gazing at the distant blue and endless vast sea. After melting the fire seed, everything in this sea region was within view. He could see the frosty sea surface tens of thousands of meters away and even further beyond.

Because he could see far.

Therefore... he was able to see things others couldn’t.

The ’others’ here doesn’t mean ordinary mortals.

But... other Divine Thrones.

The seven highest seats, each guarding one place, the Southern Continent adjacent to the Ice Sea, over the years, the North Continent Investigation Corps has thoroughly explored the Northern Border of the Old World.

But no one knows what’s hidden deep in the Ice Sea.

"Lord Divine, I have returned."

The power of Tide Authority wrapped around the waves, gathering at the foot of the Divine Statue. The Spring Plow Saint stood respectfully beneath the statue, not daring to look up.