Parting the Sea

Port!

Military restricted area!

The grand convoy came to a stop, and Russell sat in a stretched luxury car, holding a glass of red wine, lamenting that capitalism is the devil and a perfect match for vampires.

Beside him sat Amelia, dressed in a white evening gown. Ever since she basked in the sunlight, this woman had developed a particular fondness for white.

Across from her, Michael sat next to Selene, looking somewhat reserved. He tried to strike up a conversation several times but failed, and seemed a little sullen.

After the car had been stopped for a while, Lucian, looking grim, knocked on the window. "Father, Alexander refuses to see you."

"Reject?"

"Yes."

Russell opened the car door and looked out at the sea. A lone warship was hovering near the shore, showing no intention of docking. Wasn't that a clear refusal to meet?

The reasoning is very simple: Russell killed Marcus, and Alexander did not want to see the man who killed his son.

Marcus was not a filial son, but Alexander was definitely a loving father, a rather pedantic one at that. No matter how much Marcus killed and burned outside, Alexander only knew that he was his son, no matter how bad he was.

The love of a parent for their child is universal. From an outsider's perspective, one can criticize Alexander for aiding and abetting evil, but has no right to criticize his paternal love.

However, Alexander's decision to have the warships sail away instead of firing directly made Russell feel that the old man was acting a bit strange.

Alexander knew his son Marcus had committed many evils, yet he never stopped him and tirelessly helped clean up the mess. When Russell killed Marcus to eliminate evil, Alexander was immediately caught in a dilemma. He rationally agreed with Russell's actions, but emotionally he resisted them from the bottom of his heart.

Just like his actions in the original story, he chose to die at Marcus's hands, but then bestowed his power upon Selene, enabling Selene to kill Marcus and protect the world from being ravaged by Werewolf and vampires...

A self-contradictory person.

Russell gazed out at the sea, with Amelia and three other half-bloods standing behind him. The port was under the control of hundreds of Werewolf and vampires, all heavily armed.

Lucian added, "Sir, we contacted the warships and sent signals, but they did not respond."

"I see."

"Should we launch a full-scale assault on the warships and capture Alexander?"

Russell shook his head slightly. "The old man just lost his son. Even if he was an unfilial son, it's inevitable that he'll be depressed. I'd better go see him instead."

"But..."

Lucian had barely opened his mouth when he was stunned speechless by the strange phenomenon at sea.

Boom! Boom boom boom—

Under the moonlight, the rippling sea suddenly began to churn, and a booming, trembling sound erupted from the seabed, as if a thousand horses were galloping across the land, the deafening roar resounding through the sky.

The ocean has been given life!

The sea as far as the eye could see surged with towering waves, the waves rising high like mountains rising from the ground, the spray shooting straight into the sky.

The white line stretched out at the horizon, and with Russell's slight wave, it instantly unleashed terrifying energy, pulling the warship toward the shore.

Russell stood by the harbor, a trident tucked into his waistband. As long as the warships were still at sea, distance was no problem.

The drawback of needing to touch the water surface to control the ocean was compensated for by the Nenya, Ring of Water. The Ring of Protection is not as powerful as the Trident, even if it is incomplete, it is far inferior, but it has one advantage: it can control water without direct contact.

This made Russell even more adept at controlling the ocean!

Where the sea meets the sky, the warship, like a toy, is pushed sideways by the surging waves to the shore.

Given Trident's capabilities, a warship and a surfboard are not much different, and there's no need to make such a fuss, but Russell did it anyway.

It wasn't to show off, but to intimidate Alexander and make him reorganize his words and speak properly.

The port was silent. Everyone stood frozen in place, staring at the miracle before them. Their mouths were dry. When they came to their senses, they became believers, looking at Russell's back with piety.

The vast ocean waves carried the warship to shore, and then the sea suddenly sank, making the warship's deck and the port seamlessly connected and level.

Russell strode forward, walking effortlessly onto the deck of the warship. Lucian and his three companions followed closely behind, and their underlings also swarmed around him, taking over the deck and the captain's cabin.

The human mercenaries on the ship were stunned. They offered no resistance whatsoever, and even after being disarmed, they cooperated fully, undergoing a process of moral reshaping.

After boarding the warship, Russell, still feeling unsatisfied, thought of something a certain sage had done and raised his hand to wave at the sea.

In an instant, the sea level spread wildly, parting along a white wave, and the towering curtain of water spread out to both sides, all the way to the horizon.

The sea roared and split in two, while the warship was lifted up by a palm made of seawater and placed in the center of the magnificent chasm.

After a brief moment of calm, the breathing on the deck became much heavier. Having witnessed the miracles described in the Bible, Russell now wanted them to die, and immediately a group of people rushed to jump into the sea.

The heaviest breathing was from Amelia, who looked at Russell with such hatred that she wanted to devour him whole. Her ambition was rekindled, and she felt that she still had a chance; with a little more effort, she could get the ticket to Heaven.

"Where is Alexander Corvinus? I want to see him!" Russell said to the mercenary guarding the gate.

"Please... please come with me."

The mercenary soldier looked around and realized that Russell was talking to him. He became so excited that his face turned red and he stammered, unable to speak. He turned around and opened the door, leading the way almost on his knees.

The mercenaries in the cabin stood tall and proud, helping Russell push open the gates and leading him into the captain's cabin.

In the captain's cabin, which was simply yet dignifiedly decorated, Alexander sat at his desk, his eyelids twitching wildly. Outside the window was the sea, which was divided in two. All the words he wanted to say earlier were swallowed back down.

"Nice to meet you, the first immortal Alexander. My name is Russell, and as you can see, I am a priest." Russell said, smiling as he extended his hand to examine the old man in front of him.

He was not tall, but had an extraordinary presence, and looked somewhat like Sean Conner.

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Alexander bowed slightly, gently grasped Russell's outstretched hands, and politely released them after a half-second of contact. Russell claimed to be a priest, but he didn't see it that way; he would have believed it if it were the reincarnation of the Son of God.

Even God couldn't stand his wicked son anymore. Alexander was filled with turmoil, his face contorted with distress, unsure of what to say.

"I've come to inquire about some things. Is there any hidden story behind Marcus's transformation into a vampire?" Russell stated his purpose clearly. The prelude was sufficient, and there was no need to beat around the bush any further.