The bizarre, bloody scene left everyone around it struggling to think.
I wore high-end, custom-made clerical robes, carried two issued Protective Sacred Artifacts, had two protective marks left by Divine Artifacts on my palms, along with various potions, scrolls, and my own exclusive tools.
My original concern should have been whether they would last until I completed the mission and got out.
It was like taking a deep breath before diving, hoping to surface before the oxygen ran out. That was what most of them had understood before coming in.
But reality delivered a resounding slap: pollution could disregard every protection you had so confidently relied on.
You were not diving, there was no time limit to calculate, and there was certainly no progress bar to display. The moment you jumped in, the clear blue sea might turn into sulfuric acid.
With a splash, a person went under. With a gurgle, their skeleton floated up.
This was divinity pollution.
Kallen pressed his lips together, recalling what Kevin had told him:
[Divinity pollution is not a Demon Beast or an Otherworldly Demon. It is not an individual with a subjective consciousness, but that is precisely what makes it most terrifying.
It cannot be predicted, much less traced. Even the mutations that emerge after contamination can manifest in countless ways.
Even gods find this pollution extremely troublesome.
Because it is, in essence, a plague formed after a god's death.]
Even fully protected clerics were as flimsy as paper before it. If this pollution was not contained promptly and allowed to spread, every inhabited area it encompassed would become a dark paradise lost.
Standing in the distance, Neo saw Tolisuo suddenly go mad and mutilate himself, and the corners of his mouth began twitching. Yes, he was forcibly restraining himself from laughing.
Random?