I have a big sailing game.

Royal City Sea Area, Ozurik Island.

The once prosperous port has collapsed, and the dried blood stains are constantly being washed away by the sea water. The rotten corpses have attracted flies, insects, and rats. The continuous rain has added a bit of bloody earthy smell to the air.

The originally bustling city has become fragmented, with giant monsters raging and leaving deep pits with footprints, and irrational monsters wandering in the shadows. This place has completely become a monster paradise, with traces of erosion everywhere.

pat.

The sound of treading mud was heard.

Everyone on the Green slowly landed on this familiar yet unrecognizable island.

"Roar--"

The roars of monsters were heard all around, and the chilling polluted creatures climbed up from the beach, trying to devour the sane humans in front of them.

Among the ruins of the city, a huge figure slowly stood up. Pieces of rotten flesh fell from his body like rain. His face with dense eyeballs stared at the boats on the shore.

Gulu gulu...

The monster that was crawling on the ground and crazily chewing the flesh of human corpses slowly raised its head.

Boom boom boom…

The ground was also shaking constantly, and strange cracks appeared one after another in the air.

At this moment, it was like water droplets splashing into a hot oil pan, attracting countless monsters hiding in the silence.

But, just in the next second.

The dark yellow wings of destruction spread out on the shore, like the rising sun born on the sea level, spreading rapidly to the entire shore.

In an instant, the brilliance shines.

The destruction has come, and all the filth and filth are like broken lenses, shattering and disintegrating, turning into fly ash floating in the air, gradually dissipating...

The ruins and ruined harbor returned to peace.

Rogge ignored the row of kill messages coming from the prompt bar and led everyone on the Green towards the center of the island.

After everyone leaves.

The disgusting and sticky gurgling sound sounded from the coast as if it had come to life again.

However, at some point, thick black clouds gathered in the sky, and thunder and lightning with a dark yellow aura of destruction were faintly visible.

Boom——

Thunderstorms that shook the world were raging, as if divine punishment was coming, destruction was raging, and the filth brought by the sea was washed away over and over again...

……

If the periphery of Ozurek Island is a territory that has been eroded by pollution monsters, then the central part of Ozurek is a bloodier battlefield...

Countless rotting corpses and monster corpses, broken knight helmets and armors, broken swords and guns, and only blood-stained rags of extraordinary clothes...

The blood has dyed the earth red, giving all the soil a faint smell of blood.

This is disgusting for humans, but it is a paradise for monsters to live in peace.

Rogge's destructive power washed away the polluted land over and over again, uprooting the filth buried deep down.

However, even so, it only treats the symptoms and not the root cause.

Even if the abscess is cut away, the lesions remain.

To completely eradicate pollution from the five oceans, we can only find the source of the pollution and destroy it.

"what is that?"

Following the broken battlefield and going deeper into the island, Nomi noticed something strange and pointed at the cone-shaped object that seemed to be made of corpses.

"A beehive can breed cannon fodder."

Rogge looked away and responded calmly.

Through the battlefield where death and corruption are rampant, a hive that breeds low-level monsters is established to further encroach on the resistant life in the deeper layers.

Among these polluted monsters, there are also intelligent beings.

People like Senuvel who are willing to fall into pollution are good proof.

When he came, Rogge had already sensed the dirty guy who was shying away from him.

After checking the situation in the royal city, he went to solve it.

As soon as the thought occurred, a black tide surged out, carrying fear.

Click click click...

The cone-shaped hive was entangled by one terrifying black tide tentacle after another, squeezing and collapsing. The irrational monster embryos also screamed in instinctive fear, and died together with the sticky fetal fluid...

The beehive, a creation, seems to be almost indestructible to the Ozurik islanders, and the monsters inside are also the source of their fear.

But at this time, what killed them was undoubtedly a more terrifying existence...

……

Ozurek Island Center.

At this time, the former prosperity of the royal city could no longer be seen at all, as if the blood-colored thick dust had covered up its former splendor.

Traces of war are almost everywhere, and people seem to have no time to repair the luxury of the past.

The wind with the smell of blood blew the gloomy drizzle, and the people with hidden pain in their expressions went about their business in silence.

The soldiers wearing armor and holding swords stared numbly at the seemingly unchanged bloody battlefield in the distance.

Among them, there was only one young man whose eyes stood out from the crowd.

Compared with other soldiers, what was hidden in his eyes was not numbness and grief, but hope.

"Mr. Charles, when are we going to go out on a mission?"

The young man was thin and the armor on his body looked a bit ill-fitting, but he looked very expectant.

As he spoke, he tightened his grip on the bloody old sword in his hand.

Facing this hopeful young man, Charles couldn't help but sneer in his heart, but he was not laughing at his naivety.

He did not respond to the young man's words, but just stretched out his hand to straighten the obviously large knight's helmet on the young man's head.

"Put it on."

"...This is Lance's helmet. That guy doesn't like washing his hair, and his scalp has been parasitized by snakes and flies, and there is a lot of pus..."

After hearing his words, the young man's face froze, his face suddenly turned pale, and he even felt that his scalp began to itch.

Seeing that his words frightened him, Charles and a soldier next to him suddenly laughed.

"Don't worry, that guy doesn't like wearing a helmet either."

Hearing this, the young man suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

But what Charles said next made his mood sink again.

"Although Lance is an ugly guy and no woman likes him, he is a competent warrior."

"When those dirty things came up from the sewer, he was the first to notice it and alert us."

"Of course...he was also the first to die."

Looking at the young man's downcast expression, Charles reached out and patted his shoulder.

"Now that you have become a warrior, don't disgrace the helmet on your head."

After saying this, Charles couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Although the words sound nice, the actual situation is that even soldiers like them on the front line have difficulty obtaining weapons and equipment.

Even the new recruits' equipment was picked up from dead soldiers on the battlefield...

But the young man was obviously jealous and thought so.

Hearing his words, the young man stood up straight and said loudly: "Yes, Mr. Charles!"