Chapter 645: Chapter 363: Shattered Five Great Seas (Double-length)
Boom!
The lightning and thunder still had not ceased, enveloping everything in darkness and gloom.
The Gelin moved through the waves and roars, unfazed.
In comparison to the ocean, it was so small.
Yet, all calamities avoided it.
On the deck of the Gelin, a man who had narrowly escaped death struggled to answer Rogel and the others’ questions.
"The great tide brought... countless monsters and natural disasters..."
"There is no light in the sky, anyone who dares to look up will be polluted and turn into an irrational monster..."
"My family and friends all perished in the disaster, I could only survive by scavenging the floating corpse of fish washed ashore..."
The dirty man’s voice was hoarse and intermittent, as if he hadn’t spoken to anyone in a long time.
His words sent chills down everyone’s spine.
"Captain, what on earth is happening?" Noemi asked anxiously, looking at Rogel.
Currently, only with Rogel’s strength could they possibly uncover the source of the calamity.
But Rogel didn’t speak; he merely frowned slightly and looked up at the gigantic eye in the sky.
Gulp...
A faint sound of intertwining flesh and blood came through, and the giant eye in the sky seemed parasitic, moving with difficulty.
As if sensing Rogel’s gaze, it shifted slightly, aiming its dark pupil at him.
[You have been invaded by corruptive power.]
[You...]
Several messages popped up in the notification bar.
Yet Rogel simply moved with his thoughts, and the power of the Clone’s Scepter immediately enveloped him, excluding the evil corruption.
[Escape Eye]
[Type: Monster]
[Tier: Demigod]
[Explanation: A fleeing eyeball belonging to a mysterious entity, hence it carried some of its characteristics. The reason for its escape is known only to itself, but it’s best not to attempt communication with it—it would be futile.]
Buzz——
At the moment Rogel locked eyes with it.
The pupil of the Escape Eye in the sky suddenly enlarged, followed by a burst of insane spiritual assault, targeting Rogel.
Rogel didn’t even blink.
"Roar——"
Countless objects of fear emerged from the void, and the power of black fear instantly shattered the spiritual assault, charging straight into the sky.
A moment later, accompanied by a sharp scream, the Escape Eye shut its eye, leaving only a crack behind.
Just an eyeball, acting arrogant?
Rogel slowly averted his gaze.
Though he wanted to crush the disgusting eyeball, it was a Demigod Tier entity, and killing it would be quite an effort, so he decided to let it go for now.
"Miracle! Miracle!"
The dirty man initially wanted to warn Rogel not to look at the sky, but now he only felt like a god had descended, looking at Rogel with piety and frenzy, kneeling on the ground.
Rogel glanced at him.
The Black Tide quickly enveloped him, washing away his filth and sending him to the Sea of Confession.
This man probably belonged to the group that initially didn’t believe the Thousand Islands Kingdom’s warning.
Surviving up till now hasn’t been easy.
"Captain, are we heading to Ozulik now?"
Mira asked.
Rogel shook his head slightly: "Let’s wait and see what exactly that thing is first."
His gaze turned toward the semi-buried corpse Scepter in front.
This eerie object might not be a monster brought by the great tide.
Upon Rogel’s words, Mira nodded silently, knowing Rogel must have his own plans.
Rogel slowly closed his eyes.
He intended to seek out the reason behind the great tide.
...
On a filthy, desolate island, decaying bodies and bones were scattered everywhere, while eerie, small monsters darted among them, emitting joyful sounds.
"Follow the lead of the Saints..."
"Become the walkers within the tide..."
At the center of this ruined, filthy island, low chanting resounded, as if many people were praying in unison.
Whirr...
Purple flames burned in a cup, illuminating the faces of each believer below.
However, their current appearance could hardly be called "human."
The skin and flesh on their faces had vanished, leaving only blood-red worms for support, while their clothes were tattered, filled with gnaw marks.
"Squeak..."
Deformed, blood-colored monsters wandered nearby, ignoring these "believers," seeming to consider them their own kind.
The object of worship for these "believers" was a humanoid statue in a pool of blood.
It took human form, kneeling, hands covering its face, as if enduring great pain.
In fact, to call it a statue is inaccurate, as it was actually comprised of countless blood worms.
"Follow the lead of the Saints..."
Suddenly, several believers escorted a filthy man forward. He appeared numb, seemingly with his mind eroded.
Clearly, there were more than one giant corpse scepter influencing human intellect.
They were wandering the corners of the Five Great Seas, capturing any survivors.
A cold flash, a thud, and a believer stabbed a unique blade into the man’s heart, blood gushing forth.
With a thump, the man fell into the blood pool.
Soon after, his body transformed into numerous blood worms.
The blood pool slowly rose, overflowing.
The blood worms crawled out of the pool, gathering to form a naked believer before the statue.
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