Light Fortress Chapter 1939 - 19: The Storm God’s Throne’s Fear

The surface of the Ice Sea forms a gigantic vortex.

The seawater surges and converges, forming a sea eye descending downward, beneath the azure waves hides a massive slumbering silhouette.

That is a starship from ancient civilization.

To the mundane people living on the Southern Continent, the existence of the Storm Church is a kind of "Divine Miracle."

But to the Storm God’s Throne.

The real "Divine Miracle" is the starship before him.

This starship is sixteen thousand meters long, equipped with a "Virtual Ecosystem System", and just its own docking port alone can accommodate nearly a hundred medium-sized Source Energy Boats.

It can be said that once successfully activated, this will be a fully independent "closed world."

Everything within the starship can be self-sufficient.

Extraordinary Essence can be absorbed and transformed into biological energy.

Currently, nearly a thousand church staff have already entered the starship... those "fortunate ones" on the list are also moving into this starship one after another.

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Storm God’s Throne walks with hands behind his back, concealing his true face and donning a robe of ordinary believers, strolling through the wide corridors of the starship.

The corridor is lined with paintings.

These are classic works from the Holy City... regardless of which era human civilization enters, "art" will never vanish.

He appreciates the paintings, but appreciates more this starship that belongs to him.

Thirty years ago, when he discovered this starship, everything here was in ruins... just the Strong Logic Material needed to repair this corridor consumed half a year’s worth of Green Silver mined from the Southern Continent.

The Five Continents Civilization is far inferior to the ancient past civilization.

Back then, the Molten Iron Divine Throne mass-produced a large number of starships... such a feat is unimaginable nowadays.

Because the Five Continents simply don’t have enough materials to "squander."

Therefore, the Storm God’s Throne has always felt proud of his "repair efforts."

In this barren era, he exhausted the church’s resources to repair this dilapidated starship completely.

It’s a grand gamble, a cross-era epic gamble!

Thirty years ago, at the moment Deep Sea emerged, he was already on guard... Storm God’s Throne knew his future "end" was escape, and as Deep Sea grew rapidly at a visible pace, he successfully concealed the existence of "Storm" and sent the church’s top researchers here to develop a fully independent "Spiritual Network System."

Although such "AI" cannot compare to Deep Sea.

But—independent!

This is the greatest advantage.

Everything the Storm Church does does not need to go through Deep Sea, and upon leaving the Southern Continent, he doesn’t need to worry about having any connection to this old homeland.

Everything is brand new.

The Storm God’s Throne stands firm with hands behind his back, his spirit expanding to envelop the entire Storm, although at this moment he is disguised as an ordinary church member, yet his soul overlooks all, gazing at the busy "believers" in the starship, looking at the grand, majestic creation not belonging to the current era, a never-before-felt "pride" emerges within him.

These, all belong to him!

After a turn, the Storm God’s Throne returns to his residence, although the Storm is large, it is, after all, just a vessel and cannot be compared with the Holy City.

This starship must accommodate ten thousand people to travel together.

Most boarders, if they want to rest, must stay in life chambers, only the "core members" of the Holy City have independent living spaces, the higher the rank and status of church members, the closer they reside to the Storm God’s Throne.

Sitting back on the Throne in the Storm Hall.

Storm God’s Throne feels a bit unaccustomed; this hall, both in size and grandeur, is ten times smaller than that of the Holy City...

Unfortunately, this is already the limit of construction within the starship.

Not long after.

Two figures simultaneously enter the temple.

Spring Plow Saint arrives, voice precedes presence.

"Lord Divine!"

The other figure, quick on his feet, enters the hall and tosses an object.

With a "bang"!

A head falls heavily on the long carpet in the hall, rolling to stop at the feet of the Storm God’s Throne.

The arrivals are Spring Plow Saint and Red Dragon, seeing the long carpet stained with blood, Spring Plow Saint frowns and reprimands, "Red Dragon, this is the temple... you must mind your manners! Such recklessness, what form does it exhibit!"

After Red Dragon’s meeting with the Storm God’s Throne...

The restraints of the Tidal Cage have been lifted.

Faced with this situation, Spring Plow Saint feels very helpless but has no way around it.

As a saint under Lord Divine’s command, he has no authority to interfere with the choices of the Throne, and now that the Storm is willing to "pardon" Red Dragon and put him to significant use, he can only bow and praise, not daring to express other attitudes.

Thus followed the "fierce battle" that just occurred in the Ice Sea.

The transaction concerning Red Dragon is extremely important, so Upper City sent Lie Renuo, such a strong Origin figure, to ensure "nothing goes wrong."

Having command of Origin is indeed strong enough...

But on this side of the Holy City, there are currently two beings possessing "Origin"; facing one against two, this battle bore no suspense.

Even without Red Dragon.

Spring Plow Saint is confident he could detain Lie Renuo; he has wielded Origin for years and is more familiar with how to control this force than Lie Renuo!

In battles of the same rank, Spring Plow Saint fears only the three generals of the North Continent.

However.

Having not heard any news for such a long time, likely those three strong Origin figures of the North Continent are dead beyond revival, right?