Chapter 647: Chapter 364: King... (Double-Length, Subscription Requested!)
Royal City Sea Area, Ozuric Island.
The once bustling port has collapsed, and dried bloodstains are constantly washed by the sea. The decayed bodies attract flies and rodents, while the persistent drizzle brings a faint scent of bloody soil to the air.
The city, which used to be lively and bustling, has become fragmented and broken. The monstrous giants left footprints and pits as they rampaged. Mindless monsters roam in the shadows, turning the place into a paradise for monsters showcasing signs of corrosion everywhere.
Squelch.
The sound of footsteps in the mud came through.
The people aboard the Gelin slowly disembarked onto this familiar yet unrecognizable island.
"Roar—"
The surrounding area echoed with the roars of monsters, while the revolting, polluted creatures crawled up from the beach, eager to devour the humans who still retained their sanity.
In the ruins of the city, a huge figure slowly stood up, its flesh falling off like raindrops, and its face covered in countless eyes stared fixedly at the ship on the shore.
Gurgle gurgle...
The monster, which had been crouched on the ground frantically chewing on human corpse pieces, slowly lifted its head.
Rumble rumble...
The ground trembled incessantly, and strange cracks incessantly appeared in the air.
At that moment, it was as if drops of water had fallen into sizzling oil, drawing out countless hidden monsters from the silence.
But, just in the next second.
The dark yellow Wings of Destruction unfurled on the shore, like the rising sun on the sea horizon, swiftly spreading across the entire shore.
Instantly, brilliance shone.
The Destruction had arrived, and all filth and squalor shattered like a broken mirror, disintegrating and turning into floating ashes in the air, gradually dissipating...
The ruins and the broken port returned to peace.
Rogel ignored the series of kill notifications in the alert panel, leading the people aboard the Gelin toward the center of the island.
After they left.
The sickening gurgle sounded alive again, rising from the coast.
However, it was unknown when thick black clouds had gathered in the sky, with lightning carrying an obscure Aura of Destruction faintly visible.
Boom—
The thunderstorm roared violently, like divine punishment descending, wreaking havoc repeatedly and scouring away the filth brought by the seaweed...
...
If the outer regions of Ozuric Island were territories already eroded by polluted monsters, then the central part of Ozuric was a bloodier battlefield...
Countless decaying corpses and monster bodies, shattered knight helmets and armor, broken swords and spears, with only bloodstained scraps of Extraordinary clothing remaining...
The ground had been dyed red with blood, giving all the soil a subtle scent of blood.
This was nauseating to humans, yet a paradise for monsters.
Rogel’s Power of Destruction swept over the polluted lands repeatedly, uprooting the filth buried deep within.
But, even so, it was merely addressing the symptoms, not the root cause.
Cutting away the abscess, yet the disease still remained.
To completely eradicate the pollution of the Five Great Seas, one must find the source of the pollution and destroy it.
"What is that?"
As they delved deeper into the island through the torn battlefield, Noemi noticed something unusual, pointing at the cone-shaped object seemingly formed from heaps of corpses.
"Hive, it can breed cannon fodder."
Rogel retracted his gaze, responding calmly.
Using the battlefield overrun with death and rot to establish a hive nurturing low-level monsters, further consuming the resisting lives deeper within.
Among the polluted monsters, there were those with intelligence, too.
Like Senwell, who willingly fell to pollution, it served as perfect evidence.
En route, Rogel had already sensed that filthy entity who avoided him with all its might.
After inspecting the situation at Royal City, he would deal with it.
A thought moved, and the Black Tide surged forth, bearing down fearfully.
Crack crack...
The cone-shaped hive was ensnared by one terrifying tendril after another of the Black Tide, crushed to collapse, and the mindless monster embryos screeched in instinctual terror, dying alongside the sticky amniotic fluid...
The hive, to the people of Ozuric Island, appeared almost indestructible, and its monsters were the source of their fear.
But this time, what killed them was undoubtedly an even more terrifying presence...
...
The center of Ozuric Island.
At this moment, Royal City no longer bore any resemblance to its former splendor, as if blood-stained, heavy dust covered its past grandeur.
War’s marks were nearly omnipresent, and people seemed to have no time to restore former luxuries.
A bloody wind blew through the drizzly gloom, while people, faces hidden in deep sorrow, silently went about their tasks.
Soldiers in armor, with swords in hand, blankly stared at the distant, unchanging, blood-soaked battlefield.
Among them, only one young man’s eyes stood out.
Compared to the other soldiers, his eyes held not numbness and sorrow, but hope.
"Mr. Charles, when will we be going out on a mission?"
The young man, slender and with armor that seemed ill-fitting, looked quite eager.
As he spoke, he tightened his grip on the handle of his old, blood-stained sword.
Facing this young man, so full of hope, Charles couldn’t help but mock inwardly, although not for his naivety.
Instead of replying to him, Charles simply reached out and adjusted the young man’s knight helmet, which was clearly too large.
"Wear it properly."
"...This was Lance’s helmet. That guy didn’t like washing his hair, and his scalp was infested by snake flies and maggots, oozing pus by the handful..."
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