I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Some watchtowers have fallen silent; the players inside have all died, fighting to the very last moment.

There were very few comments on the live stream, and most viewers were stunned.

Many war films, while claiming to be anti-war, actually use various means to glorify war. In essence, they are against defeat. As long as you win, you are honored and awarded medals. They do not tell the audience the price that war requires.

In Lu Ban's live stream, all of this was clearly displayed to the audience.

Seeing the number of players around him gradually dwindling, and some respawning in the swamp, Twisted Fate immediately picked up his weapons again to fight the swarm, teetering precariously in the storm of insects.

Some of the insects had already broken through the defenses and reached the town.

He took out the [Imitation Yang Flame].

Aim, pull the trigger, and aim at the densest part of the swarm of insects in mid-air.

The light instantly blinded most creatures; that cold beam shot straight into the sky, even dispelling the thick dark clouds, like a divine touch that banished the darkness and brought sunlight back to the earth.

Then, the insects hovering over the town seemed to be controlled by some force, and they all exploded, none of them able to harm the residents.

Xia lowered her hand and sighed.

"It seems that relying solely on the current strength of the Night Kingdom will ultimately be insufficient to resist those demons."

She looked at Jost behind her.

The monk seemed to be deep in thought, as if he had already made preparations.

Chapter 738 The Eve

Jost coughed twice. He could feel the changes in his body. The erosion of his internal organs was irreversible. They would gradually die, deform, lose their original function, and even create things that would destroy other organs.

In modern terms, this is no different from cancer.

Those internal organs and cells, due to external radiation, lesions, etc., eventually become diseased cells that proliferate indefinitely, constantly spreading, eroding bodily functions, and ultimately causing death.

Jost had part of his lungs removed, his kidneys were long gone, and his digestive system was mostly maintained by magic. From a modern medical perspective, it was a miracle that his body could even function.

He knew his days were numbered, and he might even die before the demonic tide arrived.

Recently, he has been frequently visiting the top of the Grey Tower.

From here, Jost can gaze upon the Black Forest, a deep and tranquil place teeming with countless monsters that attack humans without reason, slaughtering lives and ravaging the land.

The night breeze was cool; with the blood moon approaching, the climate was among the first to change.

The seasons in the Night Kingdom are not distinct. Generally speaking, the days when the demonic tide arrives are the coldest, which is why many crops cannot grow normally, especially on the edge of the Black Forest.

Only in the heart of the kingdom, in the place farthest from the Black Forest, does the word "harvest" have a real meaning.

Jost looked down at the lights below, feeling a mixture of relief and worry.

He was pleased that the city had developed. Although its location on the edge of the Black Forest was somewhat daunting, its prosperity far surpassed that of the surrounding areas. Even the nearby dukes had spread the word that they wanted to establish good relations with Sunset Town.

Of course, this was only achieved after the Duke initially sent troops to invade, but was thoroughly taught a lesson by the fierce players.

Jost's concerns are quite valid.

Everything here is based on the premise that the demonic tide has not yet arrived. If the demonic tide arrives and those monsters run rampant, who can guarantee that Dusk Town will be able to resist it?

Even if the fortifications of Sunset Town are solid, the surrounding towns will surely be destroyed by the demonic tide. At that time, if they are attacked from both sides, Sunset Town may not be able to hold out for that long.

not to mention.

The town was bustling with noise.

Residents of nearby towns usually choose to flee when the demonic tide arrives, heading to castles and fortresses further inland. Although this does not necessarily guarantee their safety, it is better than waiting to die in one place.

But now, with news of Sunset Town spreading, many residents from nearby towns have chosen to come here for refuge. Although the town has become much more prosperous, Jost's burden has become even heavier.

He took a letter out of his pocket.

This is a reply to the letter I sent to my tutor at the royal palace some time ago.

Jost recounted everything he had witnessed at the border: the suffering of the people, the rampaging monsters, the arduous lives, and explained the concept of the Magic Network and what they had accomplished. Finally, Jost pleaded with his teacher, who had banished him from the palace, to help him gather the court mages and join the Magic Network.

However, the reply was not optimistic.

First of all, Jost's mentor was not the foremost court archmage; he was only in charge of a portion of the court mages.

Furthermore, the old mage did not trust the magic network, believing it still had many loopholes. For example, the god at the center of the magic network was still not a good choice, and capturing the god on the moon would be no easy task. At crucial moments, extraordinary measures would probably be needed.

Finally, Jost's teacher advised him to cherish his life, saying that if he could admit his mistakes, he might be able to return to the palace and receive life-extending treatment, at least to live a little longer.

Jost had already anticipated this reply.

If it were my past self, I might have hesitated when facing death, thinking of my teacher's suggestion.

But now, having met Sia, a mage from the future who has shown him the possibilities of the magic network and the future of the Night Kingdom thousands of years from now, Jost has become even more determined in his heart.

He was determined to complete the magic network, even if it meant sacrificing everything.

"Why are you sitting here all alone?"

A voice came from behind him. Jost turned around and saw Drizzt wearing a long trench coat.

"We need to hold a meeting regarding the defense against the demonic tide."

Drizzt spoke, but did not urge Jost on; instead, he sat down beside him.

Are you scared?

Drizzt looked at the deep, dark forest and asked.

"Of course I'm afraid. Every time a demonic tide comes, it's a brutal war, and countless people die."

Jost nodded and continued.

"I'm more afraid that this will continue forever, until humanity is destroyed, and even after civilization has been destroyed, it will still exist and stifle all new life."

Drizzt nodded slightly upon hearing this.

He could really understand that feeling.

In that foreign land, he witnessed countless acts of despair.

When the Chosen Ones first arrived in the Silent Land, they were filled with despair, because the missions here were bizarre and dangerous. A slight misstep could lead to the loss of reason and madness, or direct corruption and transformation into monsters.

Afterwards, the Chosen Ones learned the secrets of the otherworld and the end of their own world, which gave rise to their hope that they could save their world.

In the end, the Chosen Ones will realize that the world is hopeless and that the only way out for the alien realm is destruction. No matter how much they struggle or try, the world will inevitably be driven to its doom. The Chosen Ones will either go mad, die, or become monsters; none of them will have a good end.

If Jost were just an ordinary person, then faced with the predicament of the Night Kingdom, he might have simply died in ignorance during a monster attack, bringing nothing into this world and taking nothing away, living his life in a daze.

Now that Jost knows these things, he understands the predicament of the Night Kingdom and has made efforts to help it. Even so, it will still fall into darkness. For Jost, he can endure the boundless darkness, provided that he has never seen the light.

"And you, Mr. Tristana, are you afraid?"

Jost then asked a question.

"Of course, because according to them, my death is not that far off."

Drizzt pulled out his pipe, only to find he was out of matches, which made him a little embarrassed.

"If you don't mind, I can help you."

As Jost spoke, he flicked a flame from his fingertip, lighting the tobacco in Drizzt's pipe.

The detective took a deep breath and exhaled a puff of white air.

“If, and I mean if, sacrificing my life could allow this world to continue, I would not hesitate. But I have no right to decide the choices of others. I understand very well that I may commit the greatest crime in human history, and I will lead this world down a path with no future.”

Jost sighed. He knew exactly what choice he had to make, and that's why he felt helpless against fate.

"If it's that guy."

Trist smiled, thinking of that unconventional mental patient.

"He might say, forward, forward by any means necessary."

"go ahead……"

Jost chewed on the word.

"We are not facing any merciful enemy, but unspeakable gods high above the clouds. Rather, is there a better deal than letting the world see a little light through the sacrifice of a few people?"

Drizzt took a deep drag on his pipe. He stood up, and the stars behind him seemed to dim slightly. The bright moon was tinged with red, as if it were about to be tainted.

"It's time to go."

Chapter 739 When the Demonic Tide Rises

In the evening, Old Eggplant didn't play games.

At this time, he should be working and harvesting in the Night Kingdom, or practicing his swordsmanship, or playing cards with other players.

But today is different.

He glanced at the titles of the most replied-to posts on the forum.

The demonic tide is approaching, and the Night Kingdom is about to face its greatest crisis!

The post contained a discussion about the demonic tide. A few days ago, the court mage sent a message that the demonic tide of the Night Kingdom would arrive within a few days. At that time, the blood moon would arrive, the earth would be plunged into eternal darkness, and countless demons would surge forth, destroying everything.

Players also mobilized.

With several batches of test players entering the Night Kingdom one after another, the player force in Dusk Town has now reached more than two thousand. Although the number seems small, they are all well-trained and have mastered the use of extraordinary items, making them capable of fighting against more than ten times the regular army of the Night Kingdom.

The two thousand-plus people had reached Lu Ban's limit. It still required a certain amount of power to bring people from this world to another realm, and Lu Ban could only support so many at the moment. If there were any more, the later players would probably lose their human form and only have the appearance of slimes.

Moreover, the number of people is not the core factor determining victory or defeat.

Lu Ban's mission is to help build the magic network to resist this demonic tide. As long as the magic network can be established, this demonic tide can be resisted.

He held a small brick in his hand, which Lu Ban had secretly taken out when the Gray Tower was being built.

Although it's just an ordinary brick now, if the Gray Tower becomes the central hub of the Magic Network, it will immediately be endowed with legendary attributes and become the first brick of the Gray Tower.

But they don't have much time left.

Putting aside the question of whether we can go to space to talk to that Great Old One on the moon about networking, the demonic tide is coming soon. If we can't resist this demonic tide, then there's no point in talking about anything else.

He used his "last words" to reinforce the city walls and created some unusual supernatural items, hoping that players could withstand the demonic tide.

Inside the Gray Tower, Jost was finishing up the last bit of work on the Magic Network. Now, all the monsters needed was a trigger to establish it. At that time, more than two thousand players would become the first batch of users of the Magic Network, bearing the pollution and enabling the Magic Network to cover the entire territory of the Night Kingdom.