[You have entered the border fog.]
[Due to the special nature of the border fog here, there will no longer be fog surges here. ]
After finishing the work on Ozurik Island, Rogge did not stop, but followed the guidance of the deduction and came to the border fog pointing to the source of the pollution.
Along the way, he also killed many strange and polluted monsters, some of which were powerful. Their drops also contained the [Thin and Filthy Corpse Water] from before.
After entering the fog, Rogge didn't see anything strange for a while.
In order to avoid any accidents, he condensed a fog-dispelling lamp and slowly moved forward in the black tide.
Rogge released his mental strength and looked at everything around him.
As he continued to move forward, he keenly noticed that the sea water below seemed to be becoming more and more turbid.
There was more and more dirty black and red unknown substances, dotted with some corpses, and the whole sea was becoming more and more viscous.
Compared with this, the turbidity in the swamp of putrescence is merely superficial.
Moreover, the further Rogge went, the weirder the sea became, and a faint smell of corruption kept trying to penetrate his nostrils.
But fortunately, Rogue, who has become a demigod, can perfectly block these.
But the visual impact is still there.
"Is this... the Disaster Sea that Old Yao Ding mentioned?"
At this moment, Rogge recalled the information he had obtained when he talked with Old Medicine Ding.
He didn't pay much attention to these things at the time, and in his subsequent experiences, he had never seen the Sea of Disaster.
I didn't expect to end up here while searching for the source of the pollution.
Whoosh…
Tiny flames began to burn on the sea surface, releasing the smell of burnt barbecue, mixed with the stench of rotting corpses, the smell was very heady.
At this moment, the sea below Rogge felt that it could no longer be called a sea.
Sea water does not make up the majority of it, it is mostly some sticky, rotten liquid, which is very disgusting.
The grease floating on top is excellent fuel, so it's no wonder that flames keep rising.
If an ordinary person saw this scene, he would probably frown, pinch his nose and think about leaving here quickly.
But Roger is obviously not a normal person.
After touching his chin, he chuckled.
"Isn't this going to be a good idea?"
Only novice anglers complain about the environment, while experienced anglers have already picked up their fishing rods.
After saying that, he rummaged through the inventory and took out a fishing rod.
"I don't know what will be caught in this sea of disaster."
"Try."
Roger thought to himself as he prepared.
Soon, he was floating in the air, and the black tide below him condensed into a lounge chair.
Rogge also took out some fruit snacks from the inventory and put them aside, then lay down comfortably and began to enjoy himself while waiting.
Naturally, he blocked out the unpleasant smell of the Disaster Sea, otherwise, the food he ate would probably taste bad.
His purpose was naturally not to come here specifically to fish, but to find the source of the pollution.
However, the result of the deduction gave him a vague feeling that this was not something he could solve right now.
Besides, even if we turn back now, the ship to Ozurik Island might not be completed yet.
So, why not take this opportunity to cast a few rods here, and also use this opportunity to see what is so special about this sea of disasters...
Buzz…
It wasn't long before there was movement on the fishing rod.
Something has taken the bait.
Roger picked up the fishing rod without hesitation and pulled it up.
[You caught: Echo of the Martyr x 1.]
Crash—
Along with the sticky decayed matter dripping, a head covered with mucus and maggots, with a crazy look on its face, was fished up by Rogge.
Seeing this, Rogge couldn't help but twitch his mouth.
Although he was mentally prepared for the possible fishing spots in the Disaster Sea, he was still speechless when he caught a rotten fish with his first cast.
However, as a demigod-level being, no matter how horrific the death of this head is, it makes no difference to him.
The black tentacles, not afraid of dirt and filth, quickly and loyally lifted up the rotten head so that Rogge could further check its detailed information.
[Echoes of the Martyrs]
[Type: Special Weapon]
[Quality: Gold]
[Special Effect ①: When the user sacrifices enough sanity to this item, it will burn itself, causing corresponding pain and damage to the enemy.]
[Special Effect ②: This is a weapon with great potential. The higher your rank and intellect, the stronger its power will be. It is not impossible for it to have an impact across ranks.]
[Negative effects: This item doesn't have any special harm. Apart from consuming sanity, its only hobby is whispering when the holder is sleeping. ]
[Explanation: The martyrs sacrificed their lives to create this powerful special weapon. Its power is unquestionable. Of course, the premise is that you can tolerate its sticky touch and foul smell.]
"with me… "
"Conclude... a... contract..."
Just as Roger was observing carefully.
The rotten head suddenly twitched wildly and made a hoarse and weird sound, and its white eyeballs stared at Rogge.
Sign a contract? This idiot still has some spirituality
Rogge narrowed his eyes, and slowly released a trace of the demigod-level aura that had been restrained.
"About...about..."
Click, click, click…
As if he had sensed something, a trace of panic appeared on the rotten face of the Martyr's Echo. He moved his pupils away in fear, his teeth chattering, and he seemed very scared.
"It turns out that he still has some spirituality..."
Rogge chuckled and watched the martyr's response with interest.
Naturally, Rogge had no interest in this somewhat disgusting and abstract weapon.
At his level, this type of weapon can only play a small role.
However, the echo of the martyrs cannot be said to be useless to him.
The spirituality it retains may be able to provide Rogge with some of the information he wants.
"You probably don't want to stay in this sea of disaster, right?"
Roger looked at it and smiled.
"I will ask you some questions. Please answer them honestly. If you satisfy me, I will let you leave here and maybe even find a suitable contract maker for you..."
After saying that, Roger slowly stopped smiling.
"But if you act dumb or don't cooperate..."
"Then I'll crush your rotten head..."
"Okay... okay..." The martyr's response was obviously that he was terrified of Rogge, and he could answer quickly even though he spoke like a stutterer.
…
After a while.
Rogge frowned, took out a large jar, stuffed the Martyr's Echo into it, and put it into the Black Tide Space.
I have to say, this thing is really disgusting.
I wonder if there are any Black Tide followers who would like to use this strange head as a weapon...
But these things are no longer important to him.
His thoughts were on the information that Echo the Martyr had just given him.
The Sea of Disaster might not have originally looked like this.
This can be seen from the martyrs' echoes of past experiences.
[Echo of the Martyrs] is a man-made weapon.
The Gungars are very special; unlike dragons or elves, they do not possess innate powerful abilities. Instead, they are born with all kinds of defects.
Missing arms and legs, crooked mouth and nose, deformities, etc. are all characteristics of the Gonger people.
They have served an ancient god for generations and take pride in sacrificing their own lives, so they are called martyrs.
They created echoes of martyrdom, seemingly for some warlike purpose.
Afterwards, a disaster struck, turning the entire Gonger tribe and the martyrs into part of the sea water in the Sea of Disaster.
Part of this information comes from the echoes of the martyrs, and part comes from Rogge's deduction.
"It seems that there was once civilization in this sea area..."
"Could the source of the Great Wave pollution be the god worshipped by the Gonger people?"
"The corpse water after his death affected the entire Sea of Disaster and even the five surrounding seas?"
Combined with the drops he had obtained from the Honeycomb Reef, Rogge soon came up with this guess in his mind.
However, he couldn't confirm it now.
"Fishing a few more times and see."
Roger dropped the hook again.
Although the sound of the martyr caught with the first rod was a bit disgusting, it was still a small harvest after all.
But it was obvious that the subsequent harvest was not what Rogge had expected.
[You caught: Corruption clot x 1]
[You caught: Hair × 135]
You caught...
A series of disgusting catches quickly dampened Roger's desire to continue fishing.
It seems that it will be difficult to catch anything interesting in this place.
After the destructive force turned the fishing rod into ashes, Rogge continued to move forward.
He continued to move forward according to the vague guidance in the deduction.
Not long after, accompanied by a prompt, Rogge officially entered the Sea of Disaster.
[You have entered the sea of misfortune.]
And then, the scenes in the Sea of Disaster became even more disgusting and heavy.
Rotting monster corpses, pus and blood flowing, maggots and flies, and fat worms running around in it...
Moreover, there are layer upon layer of waves on this sea of disaster.
This caused the sticky liquid in the lower layer of the Sea of Disaster, which had already rotted into mud, to be turned out, emitting bursts of white mist and hot air...
The entire Sea of Disaster looked like a hungover drunkard's vomit that was poured back into the pot and boiled into a pot of porridge...
Rogge frowned as he watched, and his mental power also sensed many signs of life beneath the sea.
There were also faint sounds of crazy roars and blood and flesh entangled in the distance.
Obviously, there are quite a few monsters here.
There was no sun in the sky, and all I could see was a dark and gloomy color.
Crash—
Suddenly, a huge sticky wave hit.
Countless polluted and deformed monsters were caught in it, and coupled with the already disgusting sea water, just one look was enough to cause serious mental pollution to a person.
This spiritual pollution is beyond description.
Ever since entering this sea area, Rogge has clearly felt a filthy force constantly trying to invade his body and mind.
It wants to devour reason and assimilate itself into a part of this place.
Of course, this is of no use to Roger.
But it can also be seen that the source of the pollution from the big wave does come from this sea area.
"Roar!"
The Sea of Disaster at this moment seemed to be in a manic state as a whole.
Bang!
Rogge clenched his hands and directly crushed a bloated monster that was blocking his way. Smelly blood splattered out, and countless strange-looking maggots emerged from the nearby sea surface, twisting their bodies, bathing in pus and blood, and rejoicing.
After wrapping himself tightly with the power of the black tide, Rogge quickly moved forward.
Not long after, Rogge stopped abruptly.
He looked at the high rotten wooden wall in front of him that connected the sky and the earth, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.
On this high wall, a crack is extremely conspicuous.
The light red corpse water flowed out from the crack and merged into the Sea of Disaster below.
Around the cracks were countless blood sacs beating like hearts, and the high wall seemed to have become diseased like the skin.
In front of this high wall, countless monsters are densely distributed.
Crash—
A blood sac suddenly festered, spilling out countless pus, and a monster made up of corpse parts fell into the Sea of Disaster accompanied by a rain of blood.
“Ugh—”
One of the huge monsters was particularly eye-catching.
Overall it looks like a flesh and blood anemone, with densely packed sticky tentacles waving constantly on top of its head, and its limbs below stirring up the ocean, creating huge waves one after another.
“This is the direct cause of the big wave…”
After pondering for a moment, Rogge opened his eyes and killed the monster in front of him with the power of destruction.
It is precisely because of the periodic restlessness of this flesh and blood anemone that the entire Disaster Sea becomes abnormal, which in turn affects the five surrounding seas and forms a huge wave.
However, this is only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution.
The source of the pollution comes from the corpse water in the cracks of the high walls. If this thing is not removed, the blood anemones will probably form again.
Roger exhaled and looked up at the high wall in front of him.
This high wall completely blocked his mental power and also blocked his deduction, as if he could not reach it no matter what.
"Corpse water..." Roger suddenly remembered this word and frowned slightly: "No."
In order to verify his guess, he quickly walked around the high wall and even went under the Sea of Disaster.
Above this "wall" is the same as below the starry sky, and it is inaccessible.
The same is true below.
However, in the left and right directions, Rogge penetrated the fog and saw the "corner" of the high wall.
After walking around the corner for quite some time, Rogge returned to his original place and came to the crack in the high wall again.
At this moment, he already understood that what was in front of him was not a high wall at all, but a coffin for burying the dead!
“No wonder.”
Rogge had guessed this, so he wasn't particularly surprised.
It seems that it is because of the cracks on the coffin that the Disaster Sea has become polluted as it is today, which indirectly caused the huge waves in the five seas.
The eyeball escaping from the sky of the five seas might have also come from this coffin.
“Is there a true god buried here?”
Roger couldn't help but feel confused.
But soon, he felt something was wrong.
Does the death of a true God also require a coffin to bury his body
Putting the body in a coffin after death may seem like a normal idea, but it is extremely strange when applied to a true God.
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