I Have a Sailing Game

Chapter 534 - 311: Return to the Sea of Confession (Double-Length)

"It’s time to personally return to the Sea of Confession to check the situation."

Rogel thought to himself.

Although he often observed through the Black Tide Mark, he ultimately hadn’t seen directly.

This time going back, he’ll be able to see with his own eyes.

Immediately, he tapped his toes on the deck, lifting his body into mid-air, raising his hand slightly, and the dark yellow Wings of Destruction condensed behind him.

The terrifying power of the Black Tide also spread out from below, wildly expanding in all directions.

At this moment, the Gelin was in the boundary mist between the Mire of Decay and the Sea of Confession, and after several mist surges, a group of monsters devoid of reason blocked the Gelin’s path.

However, these monsters, despite lacking reason, possessed instinct and were of not low tier.

The terrifying aura emanating from the Gelin made them instinctively feel fear, scattering in all directions.

Rogel’s face remained calm.

He flicked his fingers, and a ray of Destruction Power turned into a tiny light cone, rapidly catching up with one of the giant monsters.

Whoosh——

The monster’s body hit by the Destruction Power instantly froze, then began to show fine dark yellow cracks, and afterwards, exploded with a roar, completely vanishing with dark yellow annihilation dust from this world...

As for the Black Tide Power, it was even more terrifying, and its scope was far larger.

In this monster-filled region, Heisatan was like an ancient giant beast from outside, transforming into a natural disaster, taking away all threats with roars from Black Tide-conjured monsters...

The people on the ship were no longer surprised, and Doyle gradually adapted.

But Ludwig Gaixinia and some personnel Rogel brought from the Mire of Decay couldn’t help but be shocked by this scene.

"Is this the mighty power of the Divine Favor? The monsters in the boundary mist can be easily dispelled..."

"It’s terrifying, luckily I’m a part of the Black Tide Secret Society..."

"This is merely the power of Archbishop Rogel, if the power of my master is displayed, I wonder how terrifying it would be..."

"I’ve heard that Archbishop Rogel ascended by drinking the Magic Potion, my master is indeed as all-encompassing as the rumors..."

They exclaimed, filled with incredulous shock.

After Rogel’s ascension this time, he also gave his Divine Favor alter ego a name, that is, the name of the Angel Potion — Angel of Silence.

However, most people still respectfully refer to him as Archbishop Rogel.

The believers respect him, and the believers of the Extraordinary Path regard him as a benchmark.

Because Archbishop Rogel himself has already proven the Magic Potion Path is not without a way out!

This is also what Rogel wants.

The path of Magic Potion has deep potential, but ultimately lacks foundation, needing to shelter its development under the eastern wind of Secret Society.

...

After a long time.

Fernar also finally completed his mission perfectly, returning to the sea controlled by the Black Tide Secret Society.

Looking at the Black Tide Secret Society’s banner floating at the port, Fernar finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a big stone had dropped from his heart.

Returning under the protection of the Master of the Black Tide, he finally felt safe enough.

The trip to the City of Harvest made him feel as if his heart was going to jump out, and even now, he remains extremely frightened.

"Whew..."

Fernar adjusted his breathing, calmed his mind, walked into the cabin, and helped out the visibly unwell Quetidore.

"Hey, Quetidore, wake up a bit, we are back to the Black Tide Secret Society, we are safe, you’ll be fine..."

Looking at Quetidore’s state, Fernar felt a bit clogged in his heart, but fortunately, the Master of the Black Tide is almost omnipotent and can surely save him.

"Fernar, let me, you quickly go find Teacher Tariq."

Someone helped Quetidore over.

Seeing this, Fernar could only suppress his worries and nodded: "Thanks to you."

Saying that, he hurriedly headed towards the Black Tide Cathedral.

...

After listening to Fernar’s account.

Tariq slowly put down his pen and files, frowning deeply.

Fernar’s trip, aimed to establish contact with the Harvest Church and probe their attitude.

In other words, it was an ambassadorial task, generally speaking, there shouldn’t be any danger.

Yet their trip to the City of Harvest was filled with eeriness all around.

The Balahavi Region, imbued with clouds and darkness.

But the City of Harvest was the only adequately lit area among them.

Adequate to the point of being glaring.

This might be because Fernar’s eyes have been hurting recently.

The City of Harvest was indeed as the rumor described, granaries filled, crops overwhelming, food, fruits and even various products were abundant.

The entire City of Harvest was filled with laughter and cheers, and its people were hospitable.

Just that everyone seemed a bit dull.

In Quetidore’s words, these people seemed "happily foolish".

Logically speaking, since the City of Harvest has such good culture, they shouldn’t face any risk.

On the surface, it was indeed like that, believers of the Harvest Church treated them very kindly, full of enthusiasm.

...until Fernar saw the banquet held by the Harvest Church to feast them, Fernar’s expression froze.

He saw the exquisite food on the plates constantly transforming into one bloody dismembered body part after another, human tongues, hearts, and so forth...

They morphed between delicacies and bloody organs, illusory yet real.

This made Fernar unable to swallow.

But besides this, no one felt any anomaly.

Believers of the Harvest Church seemed to have noticed his abnormality and had someone bring a few glasses of wine, personally toasting Fernar.