I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

That might be the eternal night that is gradually approaching.

"The demonic tide will arrive by tomorrow night at the latest."

Jonah's voice came from behind the two of them.

Are you nervous?

He asked Birmingham a question because Lu Ban was clearly not nervous at all.

"I will do my best to complete the mission."

Birmingham straightened up.

"Don't be so reserved, we are comrades now."

Jonah patted the boy on the shoulder.

"When I experienced the monster tide, I was also very scared. I was afraid that I would be killed by the monsters, and that my teammates would die because of my hesitation. I still don't want to recall those days."

"But don't worry, this fortress has never fallen since it was recaptured. It has always been a bridgehead against the demonic tide, and there will be no problem this time either."

When Lu Ban heard Jonah's words, he was about to complain about making promises he shouldn't keep, but then he noticed that the people on the neighboring watchtower seemed to be behaving strangely.

The man's companion stood in front of the watchtower, gazing ahead, while he himself sat by the fireplace and suddenly drew a short knife from his waist.

Instead of attacking his teammates, the man trembled as he pointed the blade at his own throat.

Lu Ban immediately materialized his [last words]. Just as the disruptive verbal bullet was fired, the man's blade pierced through his throat.

Lu Ban saw a peaceful smile on the other person's face, and at the same time, the other person pulled him.

A large amount of blood gushed out and instantly turned cold. The man's companion cried for help, but everyone knew it was too late.

Lu Ban and the others arrived at the watchtower and looked at the corpses being carried down.

The corpse had a joyful, peaceful smile on its face, like that of someone fast asleep.

“He resisted just now, as if his body was being controlled.”

Lu Ban said, looking at Jonah. Only mages could clearly understand such extraordinary and bizarre phenomena.

"Is he really like that?"

Jonah's expression was slightly strange.

Before he could explain, he saw the man's companion suddenly draw his own knife.

"No, no..."

His blade moved toward his throat, and he seemed to be resisting some kind of force with all his might.

Birmingham tried to help, but Jonah immediately stopped him.

"Don't go there, you'll get infected..."

He raised his hand and looked at the terrified forest ranger.

"It might hurt a bit, but at least it will save your life."

Before the ranger could react, Jonah clenched his right fist and swung it around.

*Pfft*

The ranger's hands fell as if sliced ​​by a sharp blade, and his dagger, having lost its support, also fell to the ground.

"Don't touch him, it's a plague."

Jonah, his expression grave, added another sentence.

"The ruler of the twelfth wave of demonic tides, the plague."

Chapter 264 The Third Demonic Tide

The ranger lay on the ground, blood gushing from the wounds on his hands, but it quickly froze, stopping the bleeding in a sense. However, he was pale, as if he might go into shock at any moment.

Most surprisingly, even so, his cheeks continued to twitch, and he crawled on the ground like an insect toward the dagger, trying to let it pierce his body.

When he realized he couldn't do it, he started banging his head against the ground, trying to kill himself.

"No, no, help me, help me..."

Just as he raised his head, Jonah twisted his fist again, and the ranger lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground.

"Fortunately, I have a habit of leaving a mage's hand."

Jonah felt somewhat relieved, but also more worried.

With a wave of his hand, he summoned some straw and felt from a distance, wrapped the injured man up, packed him up along with his body, and lifted him up from a distance.

"Magic is amazing!"

Lu Ban couldn't help but sigh.

If I had this magic, I could stay in bed all day without moving, and food and drinks would come to me by themselves.

"...The situation is very serious."

Jonah glanced at Lu Ban, whose eyes were shining, and then pointed to Birmingham.

"You two, come with me."

They followed the ranger who was floating in mid-air, and accompanied Jonah to a room in the fortress.

Jonah put the man down, treated his wounds from a distance, and then bound him with a rope.

After a short while, an older monk arrived.

Are you sure this is a plague?

The monk asked a question.

"Without a doubt, Lord Ellie."

Jonah answered.

"We will activate the response measures against the epidemic overnight, and the inspection must be completed by noon tomorrow."

The mage named Eli quickly gave the order and left the room, seemingly to contact the fortress commander.

"And what is a plague?"

Lu Ban, with the mindset that he knew nothing anyway, asked questions as many as he could.

"The plague is the master of the last wave of evil. Its kin have no physical form but are extremely contagious. Once they come into contact with the source of infection, they will be infected by the plague immediately. Once infected, humans will uncontrollably seek death."

Jonah explained simply.

"If one person is infected with the plague, others who are unaware of it can easily be infected, and eventually an entire army will die without resistance. This is the terrible thing about the plague."

"In that case, isolating infected people and rendering them incapacitated should limit the plague, right?"

Lu Ban thought of the prevention and control of infectious diseases on Earth.

"If that were the case, it would be simple. But in reality, the plague is a magical tide that keeps evolving and getting stronger. At first, it can only be transmitted through physical contact. Later, it will become a situation where people will be attacked by the plague if they get close to someone. At the same time, people infected with the plague will not commit suicide immediately. Sometimes they will be involuntarily controlled and go to crowded places to spread the plague. In the end, if the number of people controlled by the plague cannot be contained, then even a gust of wind will spread the plague across the entire land."

Jonah's expression was stern.

"The plague fears high temperatures and sunlight, but if eternal night comes, coupled with the current temperature, the plague will be virtually invincible."

"Lord Jonah, do you mean that two demonic tides have appeared simultaneously?"

Birmingham could hardly believe it.

"Although I'm reluctant to admit it, that's the truth."

Jonah glanced at Lu Ban.

"Moreover, there might really be a third wave of demonic tide."

"Three waves of demonic tides..."

Birmingham found it unbelievable.

Normal demonic tides already cause a large number of casualties, and the simultaneous appearance of two demonic tides is unheard of. Now there are actually three demonic tides. When the blood moon rises and the demonic tides descend, the rangers stationed in Blackburg will probably face certain death.

The eternal darkness that never sees the sun, coupled with the silently invading plague and the possible presence of frost, all three attacking together, would likely be too much for even the towering Grey Tower to withstand.

“This person and the deceased did not leave Blacksburg today. They were infected with the initial plague that takes effect immediately. This means that intermediate plague infected individuals who can control humans have infiltrated Blacksburg. We must be careful and try to avoid physical contact with other people.”

Jonah gave further instructions.

That night, Blackburg was brightly lit, and the soldiers were woken up one by one and tested by mages to ensure that those infected with the plague were identified.

Lu Ban and Birmingham returned to their watch duties after being examined.

The neighboring watchtower stood empty, its flickering firelight like a black fortress in this tranquil dark forest, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Lu Ban looked at the firelight and suddenly had an idea. He walked towards the watchtower.

"what are you doing?"

Birmingham couldn't stop Lu Ban.

Looking at the watchtower, Birmingham was a little nervous. After all, he wasn't someone who had received proper education, and he was inevitably afraid that the plague might still linger on the watchtower. If he touched it, he would immediately draw his knife and commit suicide. He could only watch helplessly as Lu Ban walked over and climbed the watchtower.

Lu Ban stood on the watchtower and saw the blood splattered on the ground.

That was the first person's blood when they committed suicide.

“Strange, according to Jonah, touching the body will cause the plague, so the blood of the dead should also be infectious, yet it is just left here without being cleaned up.”

He used [True Vision] to look at the blood. After gaining knowledge about the plague, the blood itself changed in Lu Ban's vision. Tiny characters appeared all over the frozen crimson surface.

Lu Ban naturally didn't recognize these characters, and the Silent Land didn't translate them for him either.

Lu Ban touched the blood that had already frozen and congealed.

In an instant, a soft murmur rang in Lu Ban's ears.

He couldn't hear the language clearly, but surprisingly he could understand its meaning.

It's nothing more than spreading despair and inciting death, along with a certain degree of mental pollution. Even a confident ordinary person will become vulnerable under the torment of mental pollution, and will soon believe those words and have thoughts of suicide.

At this point, it can control the person's body and complete the final step.

The words flowed into Lu Ban's body through the point of contact, and the murmurs in his ears grew increasingly noisy. However, for Lu Ban, these murmurs were far less significant than the few words spoken by those great beings.