Waves beat against the rocks on the shore, the raging sea and the rolling waves roared like thousands of horses galloping, creating huge waves.
In a small town near the beach in Anzhun City, Logan County, Karl Kingdom, a young man hid in the church of Poseidon and prayed to Poseidon.
His name is Logan, the same as the county name. This is not a coincidence, but his parents deliberately gave him this name so that Logan would remember that he would always be a Logan.
Unfortunately, after giving Logan this name, his parents died because of the war between the Kingdom of Karl and the Kingdom of Fatsi, and Logan became an orphan.
Fortunately, the priest in this small town took Logan in and allowed him to receive Poseidon's education, hoping that Logan would take over his career in the future and become the new generation of priest in the town.
There was no other way. Although the Sea God was the object of faith for most people in the Kingdom of Karl, there were not many people willing to be priests in such a small town. The priests did not dare to believe in those believers who had changed their ways, so they could only adopt Logan and train him since childhood.
The weather was gloomy, with thick, low, gray-yellow turbid clouds filling the sky. The northeast wind howled and raged wildly in the sky. It seemed like a sharp sword, constantly cutting Logan's cheeks. Logan couldn't help but shrink his neck, looking at the rough statue of Poseidon, hoping in his heart that he could get the blessing of Poseidon.
Logan raised his head slightly and glanced out the window. Looking at the crashing waves and the dark clouds in the sky, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes. He whispered to the priest who was sitting peacefully and praying, "Father, will His Majesty the Sea God really bless us..."
"Of course, we are the most loyal believers of His Majesty the Sea God. His Majesty the Sea God will definitely bless us."
The priest patted Logan's head, smiled kindly, and said gently, "The ocean is the territory of His Majesty the Sea God. Even though it is so turbulent now, it will not harm us."
"What's more, a few days ago, the bishops of our Poseidon Church held a meeting on Morro Island. We are only a few dozen miles away from Morro Island. If anything unusual happens, the bishops will handle it."
"Um."
Although Logan was still a little scared, with the priest's assurance, Logan began to be brave.
It was the priest who gave him warmth, bread and hope in life when he was most helpless. Naturally, he obeyed the priest's words and did not have any doubts at all.
"Father, what does His Majesty the Sea God look like? How did He become the ruler of the sea?"
At this time, Logan asked the priest, wanting him to tell the story about the god of the sea.
Before, he had been studying the Code of Poseidon, from which he knew some stories about Poseidon, but those stories were a bit old-fashioned, and he preferred to listen to other stories about Poseidon.
Looking at Logan who kept asking questions, the priest said kindly: "In the last century, His Majesty the Sea God, holding the Sea King Halberd, stepped on the waves..."
Time passed minute by minute, and Logan was fascinated by the story told by the priest and listened attentively.
It was raining heavily outside. The rain was like a curtain of beads, sweeping across the pale gray sky, sweeping across the surging waves, stirring up a white mist on the crests of the waves, and painting a trace on the entire sky and earth.
The church glass was washed by rain, and a chill drifted into the church. Logan, who was listening to the story, suddenly shuddered. He raised his head curiously, only to find that the sea outside the window seemed a little different.
The raging torrent that was originally crashing against the shore on the beach has disappeared, replaced by a huge wave!
"Crack..."
A clear sound suddenly rang out from the church, and the priest's storytelling voice suddenly stopped. He and Logan looked at the only thing in the entire church that was still worth some money.
That crude statue of Poseidon!
The statue of Poseidon was already covered with cracks, and the sound that the priest and Logan had just heard came from the left arm of the statue.
The hand holding the shield crashed to the ground. The priest asked in panic, "What's going on?! This statue has been here for over 20 years and has never had any problems. Why is it suddenly like this now?!"
At this point, Logan couldn't help it anymore. He pointed at the waves that were gathering outside the beach and shouted, "Father, look outside!"
The priest glanced at the rain-soaked window, and his expression changed profoundly.
He ran out quickly regardless of everything, opened the church door, and looked at the waves that kept gathering, ignoring the rain drops on his body, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
“How…how could this happen?!”
At the same time, a wailing sound suddenly seemed to erupt from the depths of the ocean. The sound was as loud as a bell, echoing between heaven and earth, and it made the priest feel an inexplicable sorrow.
In the midst of this grief, the priest's expression was still filled with a hint of surprise and fear!
The priest was stunned for a moment. He didn't know why he suddenly felt a surge of grief. He knelt powerlessly in the rain. But before he began to show any pain, several dark shadows suddenly rushed in front of him. He looked up and found that these people were none other than the believers of the Church of Poseidon on Moro Island, dozens of miles away from the mainland.
Before the priest could ask, one of them saw the priest's attire and spoke urgently, "Run, run! Moreau Island has been submerged! We must run!"
"Otherwise...otherwise those things will catch up to us and we won't be able to escape!"
The man's voice was filled with great fear, which made the priest a little panicked.
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