Standing at the top of the high lighthouse, looking into the far distance of sight, the dark clouds are overwhelming, and the waves are raging!

It was a huge wave of seven or eight hundred meters high, surging towards all directions layer by layer, like an incomparably huge black rose, but it chose to bloom fiercely at this moment. In the center of the waves, a huge whirlwind swayed like a towering black tree, reaching to the highest point in the sky.

It seems to be devouring everything, and it seems to be throwing everything away.

It was far away, but the howl still came one after another, as if there were countless ghosts crying.

"Woo...... Woohoo......"

It's scary, it's shocking. Qi Lang felt that his heart had been tightened by an invisible force, and he couldn't relax, even if Tang Jiamao repeatedly assured that the whirlwind had never approached the island, he still couldn't rest assured.

Qi Lang was really worried, because everything that appeared in front of him seemed to have some kind of sign, hinting that the moment was coming—the punishment of the gods who had been hidden deep in his heart and had the power to destroy the world!

The whirlwind was amazing!

Legend has it that the diameter of the center of the spiral is about a few hundred kilometers, if not thousands. That may be an exaggeration, at least at this distance, the whirlwind in front of you is only a dozen kilometers thick, and the power may be great, but it will definitely not be so big that it will destroy the entire world.

Qi Lang felt that the so-called spiral front, like his own related legends, might be distorted by word of mouth, and was unconsciously and infinitely exaggerated. Still, the power of the tornado was truly staggering. Qi Lang really hoped that his soldiers would have the courage to run to the top of the lighthouse and see this super shocking scene with their own eyes. Then they will no longer call themselves fearsome kings. Because that's what really intimidating. Respect is born in the center of fear.

But Qi Lang's wish was not fulfilled at all, because under the leadership of Gulf, those lazy fellows ran to the cliff in the center of the island, where there are countless caves, for a long time, it has been a safe place for the island's fishermen to shelter from the wind and rain.

"Is that the whirlwind?" Qi Lang turned around and asked Tang Jiamao.

Tang Jiamao smiled and shook his head: "That's not called a spiral, it's just a branch of the spiral." The real whirlwind has been hovering in the depths of the ocean. ”

"What?" Qi Lang was even more surprised, "You mean, this is only a small part of Xuanfeng?"

"Don't talk nonsense, you can't prove it, has anyone seen it?" "Jira, a knowledgeable guy, also looked incredulous, "The real spinner has always been on the other side of the Atlantic, and this is the Great Eastern Ocean, that is simply impossible!"

Tang Jiamao smiled: "You should have understood that the world we live in is a huge ball. The Great Eastern Ocean and the Atlantic Ocean are actually connected in the depths of the great distance. Legend has it that a long time ago, there were people who sailed west by boat from the west coast of the mainland. After walking for many months, we finally arrived here. ”

"It was the Age of Sail more than 300 years ago," Gila nodded in agreement, "It was an era of exploding knowledge, and the problems that had plagued us for a long time were solved one by one. Since then, the world has gone from ignorance to enlightenment, and people have moved from believing in gods to advocating science. ”

"But there are many things that cannot be explained by science. Tang Jiamao pursed his lips, but he also knew that he was by no means Jila's opponent in the debate, so he did not dwell on this issue for too long, and still focused on the explanation of the vornado: "At that time, the vornado was just a single huge tornado, about a hundred kilometers in diameter, and navigators could bypass it, after all, compared to the entire ocean, no amount of tornado could cover the entire sea area." But now, the situation is completely different. The ocean has become a world of death, especially in the last hundred years, the navigator has become extinct, the main reason is that the spiral has become larger, its core has reached at least a thousand kilometers in diameter, and it has also branched out countless branches. They roam and roam all over the world, limiting people's areas of activity to the near sea. ”

"How can this be?" Qi Lang felt more and more ominous about this, "why did it get bigger, and if it continues to develop in this trend, I'm afraid the nearby islands will be in danger." ”

"Nobody knows why this is happening. Tang Jiamao shook his head, "That's beyond what we can know. There have been a lot of speculations, and they will eventually point to that incredible divine power. There has always been a legend among our fishermen that the Whirlwind is sent by the Lord of Heaven and Earth to punish the world, and if the world gets darker and darker, then the Whirlwind will become stronger and stronger, until in the end, it will engulf the whole world and destroy everything. ”

"It's. Jira once again showed the authority of the wise man, "People are always like this, if they encounter a problem, they can't explain it clearly, they attribute it to the control of unknowable forces, but in fact, everything in the universe runs along the trajectory of science, and everything will have a scientific explanation!"

Tang Jiamao only smiled and didn't say a word about Jira's rebuttal, but the pious attitude towards the gods in his eyes was obvious.

The branches of the spiral were retreating into the depths of the ocean at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the water that was drawn into the sky finally turned into a torrential rain, ignoring the personal wishes of the surrounding islands, and simply and rudely cleansing them. It was the first time for Qi Lang to see a heavy rain like a waterfall, and if he was poured by such a heavy rain for a while, even if he had a strong body, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

The storm was far away, but the torrential rain kept falling. The planned bonfire on the beach was a no-brainer, and the warriors had to hide in their caves in boredom, chatting with the fishermen or gambling with each other, hoping that the sound of the rain would be weakened so that they could sleep undisturbed.

Fortunately, when it was close to midnight, the clouds did not disperse, but the rain weakened a lot. "Hopefully tomorrow will be a good day. It was a phrase that everyone would add when they said goodnight to each other, hoping that the soldiers of the Legion would still be looking forward to seeing the beauty of the island, and that the fishermen would care about whether they would be able to go out to sea the next day.

The island's fishermen are living in poverty, and kerosene certainly doesn't have to be thought about, and even candles have to be spared. However, the high lighthouse is lit with fire oil for many years, guiding the way for passing ships. On a night like this, it's like a red dot on a black cloth, especially when you sit closely, it's unusually bright.

As the biological son of Our Lady of the Virgin, Qi Lang chose to stay here for one night to commemorate his mother. Tang Jiamao, who worked tirelessly, accompanied him and told him the legends of the time. Whether or not the legend had been embellished, Qi Lang was sure that it must have been an extraordinarily touching scene—a thin woman, remembering that the fishermen of the island had gone out to sea and had not returned, and had braved the storm to climb the peak, holding torches high and pointing the way to the disoriented fishermen. It is said that she waited in the dark for three days and nights, and all the fishermen returned safely, can this be explained by science? Or did her mother's prayers really move the heavens?

Qi Lang couldn't say clearly, but he didn't want to debate with Jira, in fact, in his heart, he had always believed in the objective existence of the gods. If not, what comfort can be made in this world of suffering?

There was not even a starlight in the sky, but a thick darkness, and as old Henry had said, darkness was the power of contemplation. Qi Lang fell into deep thought.

Although the branch of the spiral edge had receded, the residual power it left in Qi Lang's heart continued to play a role. It occurred to him why the fishermen had decided that it would not come to their islands, of course, they had only come to this conclusion based on experience, and their experience was often paid for in blood, but if the terrible whirlwind finally broke their experience, a catastrophe was inevitable. Now, Qi Lang finally came to a new understanding of the term Xuanfeng - it is a harmful guy, it does have incomparable power, but whether that power is arranged by the gods or a side effect of scientific development, the final result of its growth and development is only to be destroyed.

But what about the military?

The meaning of the existence of the army seems to be to fight, and to fight means to die, and to destroy ......

Qi Lang suddenly had an idea that even he thought was ridiculous: how good it would be if one day, there would be no need for warriors in this world.

Depressed, Qi Lang wanted to raise his head to take a good look at the dark sky, but the sky was completely obscured, obscured by the huge dome at the top of the spire. It is said that the top of the tower was originally uncovered, and since the Virgin Mary was drenched here for three days and nights in torrential rain, the nearby islanders have come together to build a tin dome. That should be a miracle of modern engineering, after all, if this iron cover with a diameter of more than ten meters wants to be transported, it will take great strength. But this is the home they live on, and although it is simple, the fishermen must do their best to take care of it as well as possible, because their lives must go on, generation after generation.

In the midst of his thoughts, the morning sun finally rose in the east, and the sky was bright.

After the rainstorm, the sky is clear, and the early fishermen start a new day's work. They don't have the energy to think about natural and man-made disasters, as long as they are alive now, it is enough for them to be happy and satisfied. (To be continued......)