I Have a Sailing Game

Under such a powerful offensive, the Tooth Spirit, being the first to bear the brunt, naturally felt a tremendous threat.

It roared, unleashing an endless power of filth, its entire body beginning to merge with the Isle of Filth, transforming into a giant monster formed of decayed flesh and various filth.

"Together... fall into the filth!"

The roar of the Tooth Spirit echoed across the island, the filthy power continuously surged out, causing the Isle of Filth to extend a huge bloody claw, meeting the oncoming tsunami head-on.

It had gone completely mad, wanting to drag everything in front of it down into filth and corruption.

Boom—

Thunderstorms and tsunamis raged, filth and corruption went mad.

The aura of destruction collided violently with the entire Isle of Filth, creating a fierce blast that shook the seas around the Isle of Filth into great disturbance.

In response, Rogel remained calm, his expression unchanged.

He looked towards the Illusory Black Stone in the sky.

Without any hesitation, Uvie Muzhe lent his support, the power of illusion and reality began to split and converge into the calamity offensive.

Under this powerful attack.

The thunderstorm swirled, the tsunami surged, shattering the filthy bloody claw of the Tooth Spirit in one fell swoop!

The overflowing offensive also left no room, pouring entirely into its body.

"Roar—"

The frenzied Tooth Spirit let out one last roar, perishing under the cleansing of calamity...

[You have slain the Filthy Totem—Tooth Spirit, gaining combat experience, and your level has significantly increased!]

[Current Character Level: 63.]

Boom—

The furious tsunami with its aura of destruction showed no sign of abating, descending upon the entire Isle of Filth.

But at that moment, Rogel raised his hand slightly.

In an instant, the storm clouds disappeared, the tsunami receded.

The destructive power of calamity was nothing more than an obedient child in his hands.

Indeed, he could let the power of calamity scour the entirety of the Isle of Filth.

However, there were still apostle-tier small monsters on the Isle of Filth that could be used to enhance the crew members’ strength. It wasn’t necessary to clear them all at once, and they wouldn’t contribute much experience to him.

Since ascending to the deputy tier, low-level extraordinary life had provided him with little combat experience.

Rogel flapped his dragon wings, slowly landing on the Isle of Filth.

Looking at the charred remains in front of him, still exuding a strong filthy aura despite its death, Rogel reverted to his original form.

"Such a reckless, fearless kid."

The Illusory Black Stone slowly descended, as Uvie Muzhe remarked with some annoyance.

Rogel shrugged, not refuting, and walked slowly to the Tooth Spirit’s corpse.

[You have obtained: Fragmented Filthy Angel Fuel ×1.]

[You have obtained: Filthy Wolf Hide Paper ×1.]

[Fragmented Filthy Angel Fuel]

[Type: Special Artifact]

[Quality: Golden]

[Special Effect ①: Upon conducting the appropriate refining ritual on this fuel by a deputy tier lifeform, fragmented power of filth can be acquired.]

[Special Effect ②: By utilizing special power to break this fuel down, portions of pure angel fuel can be obtained.]

[Explanation: This essential fuel for angelic life is fragmented for some reason, yet the power of filth still resides within it.]

[Filthy Wolf Hide Paper]

[Type: Special Artifact]

[Quality: Golden]

[Special Effect ①: By writing a target’s name on the wolf hide paper, it can then be plagued by filth and hard to escape.]

[Special Effect ②: Tearing the wolf hide paper releases the filth power within, polluting the surrounding environment, creating an area that spawns filth.]

[Explanation: A piece of foul, decaying wolf hide paper, best not to touch its back.]

As for the nauseating sensation from the filthy wolf hide paper.

Rogel didn’t care at all, placing it into his item inventory after reading the information.

At this time, Uvie Muzhe issued a warning to him: "Rogel kid, you’d better not have any ideas about this kind of angel fuel, this power is too filthy."

"If you covet this power and become its vessel, it’s highly probable you’ll end up as a crazed shell."

After storing both items away, Rogel nodded: "I know."

The filthy power like that of the Tooth Spirit, he naturally scorned to pursue.

Would he, someone with a cheat, need such demeaning and disgusting things?

"Fuel?"

"Care to explain it to me specifically?"

Rogel took the opportunity to ask.

"Your ascension has been quick," Uvie Muzhe said, "At your current tier, knowing these secrets is no longer an issue."

Rogel listened quietly.

Uvie Muzhe, after some deliberation about the wording, began to explain.

"For the countless extraordinary lives at sea, the deputy tier is a massive watershed, many meet their demise here, falling to ruin or simply vanishing."

"In general, the bloodline of extraordinary life at best only supports them reaching the apostle tier once they fully mature."

"To advance further requires the corresponding ’ritual’ of ascension, similar to your previous ascension ritual, only with different difficulty levels."

"Are giant dragons themselves required to ascend?" Rogel pondered aloud.

"That depends on the purity of the bloodline," Uvie Muzhe shook his head.

Giant dragons were indeed powerful, but not invincible.

He continued, "After extraordinary life advances through a ritual to the deputy tier, upon reaching the power limit for their tier, they will automatically start to condense ’fuel’."

"Fuel is the essential core to becoming angelic life, the beginning of accessing authority power. This is merely an abstract concept; it is not sticks or straw or anything, understand?"

Seeing Rogel deep in thought, Uvie Muzhe quickly added to prevent any misunderstanding.