Light Fortress Chapter 1892 - 1: Escape_3

"...Hmm."

The Storm merely murmured softly.

His voice was filled with weariness.

In the battle at the cemetery, he was gravely injured... Bai Shu had only refined the fire seed for less than ten years, yet he perfectly matched with the "Battle Origin." Against such an opponent, if given a choice, the Storm would never have stepped into the opponent’s Land of Divine Miracles.

Bai Shu was indeed too powerful when fighting on home ground.

Youthful vigor remained, combined with the suppression of the Double Golden Divine Domain.

He didn’t lose without reason.

"The Red Dragon is imprisoned in the Tidal Cage by me," Spring Plow reported in a low voice, "The Central Continent is willing to exchange a large amount of strong logic materials and idle airships... The Source Tower doesn’t seem to care about our purpose in demanding these strong logic materials and idle airships; they just want to obtain the ’Red Dragon.’

The Storm slightly lowered his eyes, "What about the Ancient Literature Society?"

"The Ancient Literature Society... hasn’t responded."

Spring Plow’s expression was somewhat complicated as he paused, "If the bounty is true, Lu Nanzhi should be one of the leaders of the Ancient Literature Society... I sent the news of the Red Dragon’s capture, and she showed no intention of responding. It seems that even if we offer conditions, the Ancient Literature Society won’t pay attention. It looks like we’ll only receive the ’payment’ from one party."

The Storm continued to gaze at the sea beneath him.

He said softly, "Then so be it."

The Southern Continent is too barren, as if it were a land abandoned by the heavens, incapable of producing high-quality strong logic materials.

Whether in military, education, technology, or healthcare...

It is far behind, and vastly so, with no hope of catching up.

This is a "waste land."

But... not entirely.

The greatest blessing bestowed upon the Southern Continent by the heavens is the sea.

"It is getting late."

The Storm slowly stood up, supporting himself with his knee. He exhaled gently and said, "In the coming days, make sure of the final list... bring those young people from the Holy City and those congregants who have made outstanding contributions to the Holy City with you."

The Spring Plow Saint raised his head, looking at the ethereal black shadow in the sky, his eyes full of reverence.

Finally, the day had come.

The voice of the Spring Plow Saint became uncontrollably excited.

"...Yes!"

The Tide Authority stirred the sea surface, and Spring Plow disappeared again.

This vast sea area was left with a solitary, tiny figure and that dignified and solemn towering divine statue.

The Storm gazed expressionlessly downward.

The sea churned, instantly forming a gigantic whirlpool.

Within the swirling vortex, a huge pale shadow could be seen... resembling a "whale" that had died years ago, but in reality, it was a "gigantic vessel" that had been dormant for years.

The Storm God’s Throne silently watched the pale vessel.

The greatest gift given to the Southern Continent by the heavens is indeed the Ice Sea, a sea unmonitored by the Deep Sea and inaccessible to outsiders.

Here, he alone is the master.

So...

The secrets of this sea are his secrets.

The man standing on the "shoulder" finally took a step and descended.

Thousands of whirlpools shattered.

He gently stood on the surface of that gigantic vessel, which was like a vast expanse of icy wilderness...

Thirty years ago, he "acquired" this ownerless, broken starship. Transcendents who had explored the Old World of the North Continent all knew how precious a starship was. The North Continent had made a huge leap in warfare technology due to a Source Energy Boat blueprint. This starship, adrift in the Ice Sea, was countless times more valuable than the broken blueprints of a Source Energy Boat.

"Open."

He softly commanded.

The icy surface on the starship immediately dissipated, the tides parted, revealing the true appearance inside the vessel.

Nearly a thousand Transcendents were "working" here...

The most outstanding "researchers" of the Holy City had been moved here by him and were never allowed to leave again. The original name of this starship was irrelevant. From the moment he discovered it, this giant ship had been named "Storm." To restore the Storm, the Southern Continent expended countless human and material resources, and to avoid detection by the Outer Continent, the transfer of these resources was all handled by the Spring Plow Saint.

The Storm God’s Throne couldn’t care less about what happened on this Southern Continent land.

Because...

He had already planned his "future."

He would repair this giant vessel and then, along with his church, escape forever.