Light Fortress
Chapter 486 - 109: Hope is the Most Precious Gift

Chapter 486: Chapter 109: Hope is the Most Precious Gift

Blood splattered from the deck.

In an instant, the deck was swallowed by the sea and ground into iron slag.

And in the next instant, the seawater too was crushed, evaporating into billowing mist—

The storm roared.

For the man standing upon the Divine Statue, it was not until this moment that the world became utterly silent.

There was no longer the disturbing sound of the tsunami.

Nor was there... the clamor of pleas for help.

Countless droplets of water fell serenely, returning to the embrace of the ocean. The skies above this stretch of ocean remained shrouded in dark clouds, but the lightning dared only to hide within the clouds, never to strike again... because compared to them, the man atop the Divine Statue was the true master of this vast sea.

The Storm God’s Throne watched over the return of the seawater, as well as the demise of his worshippers.

There was not a shred of mercy in his expression.

When he gazed upon the shattered deck and the broken lives... his gaze was no different from when he looked at the seawater.

He had, of course, heard the shouts, the cries for help, and the final, ecstatic madness from those on the deck.

It’s just that he had heard too much.

And it felt... noisy.

People always need faith to save themselves, while overlooking the essence of the problem, the excessive weakness of their own selves.

They cried out.

And so, he appeared.

In some sense... the intervention was also a rescue.

Because on this ocean, human lives and seawater are the same.

Crushed, they return to the world in another form.

...

...

The Divine Statue towered above the sea, with the giant holding the trident entwined with layers of the storm.

As the world calmed, the storm at the tip of the trident gradually dissipated.

The Storm God’s Throne walked upon his "gigantic effigy"; he slowly approached where the trident was and furrowed his brow.

A matter appeared before him that he couldn’t understand.

Because as the ruler of the entire Southern Continent, he wielded supreme authority over the South Continent Ocean and the land embraced by it.

To his "devoted followers" who worshipped him, he gave gifts.

Silver foil tokens were divine gifts.

And tridents imbued with spiritual power were presents only churches with enough devotion could receive.

Each trident held a strand of indelible spiritual power.

In a way, this was a form of "protection"... and also a means of monitoring. The collapse of churches in the Southern Continent was not a significant event, with churches falling every year. When a trident shattered and his spirit flew back, it took only a few minutes for him to witness the "lifetime" of that church.

But aberrantly,

a strand of spirit... disappeared.

The Storm God’s Throne narrowed his eyes, staring at the colossal Divine Statue.

Statues like this one, dotted around the South Continent Ocean, were numerous... all carved in his image. These were offerings from the Church, through which he could listen to the whispers praising the storm from within the temple.

Above this sea, with a mere thought, he could arrive at the location of the "praisers."

In fact.

Every day, there were too many songs of praise over this ocean.

At the beginning of the construction of the statues, he was still willing to enjoy these "praises", but when the voices of praise became too many... they turned into a nuisance.

A call of the size like the one just now would not attract his descent.

He came here... merely to investigate, to understand what exactly had happened to the lost strand of spirit.

The Storm God’s Throne narrowed his eyes.

If he remembered correctly... the statue beneath him was an offering from the Late Bell Church.

As a reciprocal gift, the spirit within that trident should have had a subtle connection with this Divine Statue... but at the moment, it was completely severed, and without a doubt, his spiritual power was lost.

Memories related to the Late Bell Church surfaced in his mind... It was truly an insignificant little church, with almost nothing noteworthy about it, and the only thing of any import was... half a year ago, the Late Bell Church had offered an Ancient Stone Tablet to his temple, which was said to have been moved from the East Continent Tundra, but no one was able to decipher the content on the tablet.

Such objects were far too common.

Incomprehensible, impenetrable... any "ancient relic" exhibiting such characteristics was most likely a forgery or simply a defective item. When this Ancient Stone Tablet was sent over, the temple, of course, categorized it as such. After the Late Bell Church transported the tablet back to the Southern Continent and was turned away, failing to make the offering, they had to start their own deciphering work in isolation.

Until now... there seemed to be no progress.

It was an existence swiftly forgotten.

Now, due to the loss of spiritual power, the Storm God’s Throne took notice of this tiny church.

The loss of that strand of spiritual power was actually a trivial matter.

If his spiritual power were likened to this vast ocean,

Then the lost strand of spirit... would probably be like the storm he had just casually crushed; to this ocean, whether it existed or not had no impact whatsoever.

Only, this matter was unreasonable.

He is the supreme "God"!

His spirit is the complete ocean; unless he wished it, not a single droplet should be missing!

The Storm God’s Throne fell into contemplation, attempting to use Divine Thought to calculate the potential outcomes of this affair, only to find that the conclusion was shrouded in Chaos.

So he hesitated.

Regarding the loss of spiritual power, should he calmly wait for its return, or should he actively trace it down?