Light Fortress Chapter 1940 - 19: The Storm God’s Throne’s Fear (2)

"It matters not."

The Storm God’s Throne waved his hand. He had just taken the Red Dragon under his banner, bestowed the Origin Power, and was in the stage of growing fondness.

These minor breaches of etiquette, he simply did not care about.

"Report..."

The Red Dragon knelt on one knee and said solemnly, "Lie Renuo has been killed!"

"Good!"

The Storm God’s Throne looked at the head that floated up and smiled, "Red Dragon, you have just taken control of the Tide Origin Power and managed to slay Lie Renuo... truly worthy of the former First Divine Envoy of the Source Tower."

"All is past..."

The Red Dragon lowered his eyes, shook his head, and said indifferently, "The old affairs of the Source Tower have become clouds; now, I am under the Divine Throne, a member of the church."

Word by word, each phrase struck the heart.

"Very well." The Storm God’s Throne said with a gentle expression, "I see the long and short swords at your waist are of good quality, but have weathered the years, somewhat worn. It is time to change to better weapons. The church has two S-level blades, just right for you."

"???"

The Spring Plow Saint raised his head in shock.

Those two S-level blades within the church have been sealed away for long.

In the Storm Church, the hierarchy is strict; to use high-level sealed items, one must make contributions and exchange equivalent ’Merit’, as is the case with any major power.

But the exchange merit for those two blades is extremely high, sealed for more than a decade. Within the church, except for the Spring Plow Saint, no other saints are qualified to exchange them.

Thus, the Spring Plow Saint hastily reminded, "Lord Divine, those two blades... did you not say they were to be left for saints with enough merit?"

"I did indeed say that."

The Storm God’s Throne said indifferently, "Now the Red Dragon counts as a saint within the church, do you think his merit is insufficient?"

Spring Plow was stunned.

The Red Dragon... has slain Lie Renuo!

This was a powerhouse mastering Origin! Calculating merit based on this battle record... the Red Dragon’s current merit can directly exceed other saints save for Spring Plow!

That battle, although outwardly it was two against one.

But holding a ’spectating’ mindset, Spring Plow did not rush to make a move, only slightly exerting some pressure from the side.

It can be said that in this battle, the Red Dragon won purely with his strength.

What happened in the Ice Sea.

The Storm God’s Throne had ’seen’ it all.

His words, like a splash of cold water, hit the heart of Spring Plow Saint fiercely.

"You... are right."

The heart of Spring Plow Saint turned half cold, and he suddenly became clear-headed. He hurriedly bowed and said hoarsely, "With the merit of Red Dragon, he indeed can exchange for those two S-level blades."

"It’s not an exchange."

The Storm God’s Throne shook his head and said leisurely, "These two blades, I bestow them upon him freely. Good blades for good people, if anyone disagrees, let them challenge the Red Dragon to a fight—no use of Origin allowed—and the winner takes the blades."

Spring Plow instantly fell silent.

No use of Origin... Who in Holy City can be a match for the Red Dragon?

This lad is a once-in-a-century genius of the Central Continent!

"Thank you, Lord Divine, for your generosity."

The Red Dragon remained in the kneeling posture, his tone unchanged, as if he was not interested in the S-level blades.

"You are most familiar with the internal construction of the Storm; you shall lead him in the matter of the blades,"

The Storm God’s Throne spoke with a smile, reminding Spring Plow, "The Red Dragon is new to the church and still not well-versed in the church’s rules... there are some things you must teach him well. In the Ice Sea, the waves push forward, Spring Plow, you are not young yourself, you should take care of the younger generation more."

"...Yes."

The more Spring Plow listened, the colder his heart felt.

Judging by the Lord Divine’s intentions, he seems to want to support the Red Dragon to become another key figure holding the sky-high pillar in the Storm Church.

With the ’torment’ and ’torture’ inflicted by spring plow upon the Red Dragon in the Ice Sea...

Once this lad grows, will he coexist peacefully with Spring Plow?

Definitely impossible.

"Alright, you both may leave."

The Storm God’s Throne waved his sleeve, indicating the two could depart.

After Spring Plow Saint responded, he slowly withdrew.

Yet the Red Dragon still remained kneeling, not rising.

"Why do you not leave?"

The Storm God’s Throne smiled at his newly appointed tiger general beneath him.

After the soul contract was signed, he could clearly feel the presence of the "Red Dragon" within his Spirit Sea. This man had already fused with a portion of the Origin gifted by him...

But as long as he wishes.

With just a thought, he can directly erase the soul.

This absolute sense of "control" greatly satisfied the Storm God’s Throne.

With this soul contract in place, even if Red Dragon did something "against church rules," he wouldn’t care.

The rules, he was the one who set them.

Now, Red Dragon is his left hand.

If the one touching the rules is the one who defines them, how could they be punished?

"Lord Divine, there’s something I don’t understand."

Red Dragon slowly stood up, though he had signed the soul contract, his thoughts and spirit remained free—

In order for this top-tier combatant to exert sufficient influence.

The Storm God’s Throne hadn’t erased Red Dragon’s subjective consciousness.

Brainwashing is something that only works on the lower classes, the so-called "masses" in human society.

"I don’t understand, why haven’t you intervened in the Five Continents conflict."

Red Dragon whispered, "Until Lie Renuo was killed, there was no ’divine intervention’ or the like... it shows Qinglong was utterly powerless to join the Ice Sea battle."

The declaration of war by the Three Continents alliance, Central Continent’s defense...

All these matters point to the Source Tower at this moment, to the Sky Divine Throne at this moment.

Clearly!

Qinglong has been dragged into the realm of Divine War by Bai Shu and Lin Lei!

"With your strength, intervening in the Source Tower Divine War now would surely change the tide of battle." Red Dragon whispered, "Whether you support Qinglong or Bai Shu and Lin Lei, the originally balanced scale will tilt—"

"Indeed."

The Storm God’s Throne smiled and said, "And then?"

Red Dragon was slightly stunned.

"The scale tilts, falls—would that really be a good thing?"

The Storm God’s Throne spoke calmly, "As long as I intervene in the Divine War, regardless of whether Qinglong wins or Bai Shu wins... the one who profits will never be me."

"So why intervene?"

The Storm God’s Throne gently asked, "Everything the secular world can possess, which have I not already owned? Crown, reputation, power, strength..."

All of it, he already possesses.

"If you can ’see’ through the nature of Extraordinary Power, you will understand what my choice truly signifies."

The man sitting on the Throne gently asked.

"Red Dragon, tell me... in the world of the Transcendent, what is the most important thing?"

"It is..."

Red Dragon opened his mouth, momentarily at a loss for how to answer.

"It’s being alive."

The Storm God’s Throne spoke disdainfully and coldly, he too was a "challenger" who stumbled his way up to the Throne.

Among everything he possesses.

The most precious is actually "being alive."

As they spoke, the gigantic starship began to tremble.

The cold system voice started to indicate that the starship’s hatch was ready to close... this meant the final "evacuation" mission had already been completed.

The Storm closed the hatch, and the next action was just one thing.

To forever... leave the Southern Continent.

"...being alive."

Red Dragon’s lips trembled softly, he repeated the two words gently.

He asked again, "So, remaining in the Five Continents... will certainly result in death?"

"Remaining in the Five Continents will certainly result in death!"

This time, the Storm God’s Throne responded swiftly, without any hesitation.

He stood up from the Throne, his gaze piercing through the thick hull of the Storm, looking toward the past homeland.

In his eyes, there was a faint hint of compassion.

"By a stroke of chance, I witnessed the image of that ’Super Giant Source Material Storm’..."

The Storm God’s Throne seemed dazed, he murmured, "This scene wasn’t meant for me to see, you can understand it as a chance gift from fate."

A long sigh.

"I understand better than anyone the consequences of staying in the Five Continents, facing a disaster of that magnitude, only fleeing can leave a glimmer of hope for survival."

Red Dragon fixedly stared into the eyes of the Storm God’s Throne.

He noticed... deep within the storm’s gaze, a hint of fear flashed by.

What kind of power is it that made a divine throne fear to the point of spending thirty years nonstop, repairing the starship... merely for escape?

Even now, the situation is favorable, the Divine War is at a stalemate, and the Storm Church can seize everything.

Yet the Storm God’s Throne still chooses to flee.

He doesn’t care about anything on this land.

Only wants to leave.