Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 442: Shocking News, Death of Gods (Must Read for the Core Setting)!
Winter in the Southern Hemisphere is the exact opposite of that in the Northern Hemisphere, with June to August being the coldest time of the year.

The [Golden Deer] moved away from Kipchaksuyu, which was close to the equatorial celestial circulation belt and had a warm climate. The further south it went, the colder the weather became.

Moreover, the ocean current close to the west coast of the southern continent is a powerful cold current coming from the south. The cold water originating from the polar regions is slightly blue, which makes people shiver at the sight of it.

Byron and his party had just walked two-thirds of the way when a blizzard started to blow up.

Woo woo woo.
Huge waves surged on the sea, snowflakes as big as fists fell on us, and the temperature dropped sharply to minus 20 degrees Celsius.

Countless ice elemental elves visible to the naked eye were holding hands in the sky and cheering, but they melted away the moment they came into contact with the sea water.

Fortunately, the wind was northwesterly on the west coast in July, so the Golden Deer at least had the most suitable port wind for sailing, so it didn't have to go against the current and the wind in such terrible weather.

Moreover, there were sufficient supplies on board, and under the command of officers such as Bruch, Gus, and Bazhi, who were all born as Taiwanese, the crew also changed into thick winter clothes in time.

At the bow, Violet returned to her original appearance. In addition to a well-cut cashmere lady's dress, she also wore a white deerskin cloak given by Princess Aya, which made her look particularly pretty and cute.

The Taiwanese princess spread out her white and tender palms to catch the snowflakes from the sky, watching them gradually melted by her body temperature.

There were twinkling stars in her sapphire eyes. It was obvious that she was more adapted to the weather in this Anchor Bay, which was similar to that in her hometown, than in the tropics. Not only did she not feel cold, but she felt much more energized.

"Byron, in my hometown the colder it gets as you go north, but in the Southern Hemisphere the colder it gets as you go south.

This coastal cold current is also extremely strong, 400 kilometers wide and several thousand kilometers long. No wonder Kuroshio Island can pickle stinky shark jerky like Anchor Bay.

This allows many cold-zone creatures on the Sparrow Islands to thrive and multiply.

This world is truly amazing.”

Every citizen of the Bay has a restless bloodline, and adventuring all the way to the end of the world is Violet's favorite thing to do besides studying explosives.

Byron stood beside the girl and naturally put her tender little hands into his pockets to warm them up again.

At this moment, in the waves in front of the two people, a huge school of fish was jumping out of the sea one after another to avoid their natural enemies.

This cold current along the west coast is larger than the First Gyre, and the nutrients it stirs up have even created a huge super fishing ground.

Sardines, bonito and cod are everywhere, many times larger than their counterparts found elsewhere.

Even if there were no special products such as whale oil, rubber, tung oil, gold and silver, just coming here to fish would definitely allow fishermen to make a fortune.

In addition, this huge cold current not only brought huge schools of fish, but also brought something unusual further south.

Byron, who was apparently accompanying Violet to enjoy the scenery but was actually searching the sea surface, suddenly saw something bright:
"Found it, there's another one here."

With a wave of his hand, the swirling wind elemental hand scooped up a glass bottle from the sea and placed it in Byron's hand.

It can be clearly seen that the wine bottle is tightly corked with a wooden stopper, and inside the bottle is a rolled-up parchment strip, which is a standard drifting bottle.

Looking down, they saw five or six empty wine bottles placed at their feet, which were all their gains on the way south.

Apparently, there were far more drifting bottles scattered along this cold current belt than they had initially imagined.

However, after opening them, all the notes in the drifting bottles only had the same coordinates and the same sentence written in red ink and runes:

“Edge of the World, 57.3 degrees south latitude, 66 degrees west longitude.

Remember, the flood never receded!"

Even the wine bottle that was just fished out is no exception.

But Byron knew as soon as he smelled it that the ink on the parchment was not red ink, but human blood!

The handwriting and blood sources in each drift bottle are not exactly the same. It seems that many people have written many drift bottle letters with their own blood.

Obviously, there was something weird about this matter from the beginning.

As the Golden Deer got closer and closer to the destination marked on the note, the words in the bottle became increasingly messy and distorted, and the words were gradually filled with a frenzy that was difficult to ignore.

By the time the seventh bottle was fished out, the words on it had become almost indistinguishable, and there were suspicious dried water stains.

It no longer looked like the work of human hands, but more like it was written by a wet alien limb.

And just one look at it seemed as if the madness had solidified into something like a parasite, trying to drill into the brain through the eyes.

This level of pollution certainly can't do anything to Byron, a fourth-level mythical creature. Its lethality is not even as strong as a wisp of cold wind.

He handed the note to Violet beside him:
"Things are clearly getting worse there, and the memetic contamination is getting worse."

He turned around and asked Guts who was standing next to him:
"How's Nittenham?"

"Captain, he just accidentally looked at the first one. The contamination is not serious. He has just woken up."

Gus was also a little scared.

At first, the crew members on duty did not find anything wrong with the bottle, and a native crew member from the Azik Empire was accidentally caught.

The symptoms were also very bizarre. He would involuntarily pick up a quill pen, use various writing materials around him to copy the message, then put it into an empty rum bottle and throw it into the sea.

He had never learned runes, but he could write them quite well. He didn't need to dip the pen in ink, as the blood in his body would automatically flow into the tip of the pen for him to write.

The more times you copy it, the more frantic your mind will become.

This is undoubtedly a special kind of meme: "that is, mental pollution achieved through imitation, which is particularly good at spreading information."

Byron did not allow the situation of his crew members to deteriorate, and saved them with just one drop of [Transmutation Blood].

Theoretically, as long as enough people eat it, even a being of the size of an old god can regain consciousness, and it would be easy to solve such a small problem with the blood of transmutation.

However, they were influenced by memes, and the information they spread unconsciously made Byron particularly concerned.

The coordinates marked as "Edge of the World" are exactly the glacial archipelago that Byron and Violet saw in the notes of "Father of Sharks"!
Pohnpei, the father of sharks, wrote in his notebook:
"The southernmost tip of the southern continent, which is shaped like a carrot and about half the size of the old continent, is also the starting point of the second circulation belt. There is a glacial archipelago.

It seems that someone up there is worshipping a fifth-order pseudo-god-level [Tidehunter]. "

Pohnpei suspected that other branches of the Rift Order might have bypassed them and quietly established a base in the southern continent. But Byron and Violet thought there was another possibility.

That is the [false god] who is worshipped by people, perhaps it is the [whale hunter] Jack Harold who also practices the disaster spell.

The two people's original destination was here. They wanted to explore whether the "whale hunters" had left any clues for their descendants and where they had gone.

Now it seems that something may have gone terribly wrong with the group that may have been established by the whale hunters themselves to provide for their own well-being.

What Byron cared about more was the second half of the sentence.

“The flood never receded!”

He looked up at his own logbook, which contained exactly the same words, except that there was a little more content than in the message in the bottle.

"Remember! The flood of this world has never receded, so you must tie your [anchor] tightly (Chapter 33)!"

The text was written in the same runes, and even the urgent tone between the lines was almost exactly the same.

The moment I saw this passage, the decoding density of [Secret: Prophecy, Kingship, and the Prophecy of Racial Revival by Woden, the God of the Wild Hunt, Historical Influence 69] also increased from 51% to 52%.

The last time this secret was revealed was because of a piece of information accidentally revealed by [Father of Sharks] when communicating with Dagon:
"These deep-sea clans have only just climbed out of the sea a few years ago, taking advantage of the rising tide of the world's source essence and the continuous rise in sea levels.

In the dreams of the old gods, the source tide will become more and more intense, and the next 'Spiral Annihilation Era' that will eventually wash them and all their deep-sea relatives back to shore is about to come."

After linking the two pieces of information together, it is not difficult to judge that the "Great Flood" is obviously not an ordinary flood. It is most likely a source tide coming from outer space, and it is an extremely terrifying tide!

Coincidentally, there are legends about the great flood in ancient texts of the Old World, the Bantaan Islands, and the Empire of the Sun.

The last time it happened was around the transition between the "Mythical Age" and the "Silver Age".

"The 'Snail Annihilation Era' mentioned by those clansmen is obviously not an exaggeration.

Is it possible that the supernatural disaster of the "Great Flood" is the precursor to the change of eras?
Could it be that the followers of the Whale Hunters on the Glacier Islands encountered some unusual accident and had to warn the outside world in this way? "

Thinking of this, Byron called over the succubus Therese, who was wearing a black tight leather jacket and open-toed high heels and was not afraid of the cold at all.

He briefly explained the information he had currently, and then asked her:
“Miss Therese, you should have the blood of the Old World in you as well.

Where did those old gods' followers who landed in the Beast Paradise come from? How much do you know about the Great Flood and the Luoyan Era?"

Therese obviously knows more than Freya, the Goddess of Love and Beauty of the Deep Sea Church.

After a moment's hesitation, he explained to Byron:
"The vast and dangerous sea separated several continents, and the human races were completely cut off from each other since the disaster at the end of the mythological era.

But there is one natural phenomenon that cannot be eliminated, and that is the blue hole.

From time to time, blue holes appear randomly, connecting the entire ocean and bringing things that do not belong to a certain sea area to it.

And there is a rule, just like water flows to lower places, blue holes usually send things from higher places to lower places, not the other way around, unless there is external interference.

In mysticism, all kinds of things will be sent from the Old Continent, where the tidal activity is the calmest and the terrain is the highest, to the South Continent, the East Continent across the sea, and even to the Sea of ​​Essence!

Therefore, in every era, many people from the Old World encountered blue holes and disappeared from the world, which were actually passive immigrants.

For example, the succubus of our "Sisterhood of Joyful Feast" was originally sent to a mirror island in the Sea of ​​​​Source.

In order to adapt to the high concentration of source material environment, a black mass ceremony was held to desecrate the church's holy relics, and the whole group was transformed from mortals into a clan of naturally extraordinary people.

But there are too few male succubi, and they can only continue their race by relying on the reproductive worship of their Lord Lilith.

It was not until a few years ago that the concentration of the source in the material world and the water level in mysticism continued to rise, and we were able to pass through the cracks in the world and climb ashore from the sea of ​​source, and our numbers increased.

As far as I know, there are a series of religious groups on the east coast of the southern continent:

This is the case with the Deep Church, the Rift Abbey, the Sisterhood of the Joyful Feast, the Blind Church, the Bloodbeast Lair, the Blade of Vengeance, the Voodoo Cult, and many more. "

Byron nodded silently. He could see that Therese was not lying.

The ancestors of those "Bay exiles" also came to the southern continent after being swallowed by an inexplicable blue hole when they mistakenly entered the doldrums.

The notes show that the main members of the Rift Order are also immigrants from the Old World.

Even though the old gods have been dead for many years, they still seem to have a special preference for the believers of the Old World when choosing their followers, and are extremely hostile to the church, or the [Bound Creator]!
It seems perfectly reasonable that a group of dead old gods would be naturally hostile to the only great being still alive.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the Creator has done something to them.

Byron thought of this and continued to ask:

“What about the Great Flood?

Do the clansmen who crawled out of the Sea of ​​Element know what happened during Ragnarok?"

The succubus Therese touched the incomplete zero-level holy relic [Blood Cup] in her hand, and her eyes showed a look of reminiscence:

"The information we have is just the mumblings of the gods' corpses, which are fragmented and unsystematic.

As we all know, a sudden but extremely brutal war among the gods ended the mythological era ruled by the gods.

After that, the Silver Age ruled by the so-called only God [Creator] gradually began.

The fact that almost all the Level 0 holy relics left in the world were smashed to pieces shows how brutal the war among the gods was."

When she said this, Therese's face showed a hint of incredible hesitation:

“However, although the war between gods was brutal.

However, we, the followers of the gods, discovered during our communication that the reason why the gods we serve fell into eternal sleep was not because they were killed by other great beings.

From the fragmentary mumblings of the gods' corpses, we learned that their causes of death were very consistent, and they were all drowned by a flood that followed! "

(End of this chapter)