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In the evening.
A pure white sword light streaked across the sky above the sea of fog.
They passed through the ocean that was almost five times wider.
Only then did the thick mist gradually dissipate.
In his field of vision.
The outline of the coastline gradually became clear.
"I've found the entrance to the wilderness!"
Roger composed himself.
The light of the invisible sword stopped for a moment.
But he didn't immediately go to the sub-plane where the dead forest was.
Instead, he continued to ride on his life sword all the way north.
Along the way.
The desolation of the northern continent made Roger feel that the decision to move South was correct.
Even with the new fertile soil brought by the expansion of the planet as a supplement.
However, the land contaminated by the blood of ten thousand filth could not become a home for living beings in a short period of time.
