I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

He put down his pen, looked at the parchment in his hand, and sighed.

Have you ever been inside the Gray Tower?

He asked Sia, who was beside him.

The young mage shook her head.

"At the top of the gray tower is an ever-burning spirit torch, and the interior is top secret. I am not qualified to enter the tower that stores ancient books; I have only looked at it from afar."

Hia replied.

"Now you see."

Joster joked, looking around. Apart from the tall spiral staircase leading to the top of the tower, there were some magic circles and ritual materials, all kept ready to be activated at any time, waiting for the day when it was destined to be ignited.

And that day, Jost knew, was very close.

In reality, as Old Eggplant's mouse hovered over the replies, even though it was just a game, he was still somewhat moved by the city he had built brick by brick and the history he had witnessed.

Hang in there, you have to get through this!

Even within the realm of games, those who have experienced these things are worthy of being called heroes!

If we can't stop the demonic tide, will this world be destroyed?

No, I don't want that kind of thing!

Will there be an official live stream?

I'm a little afraid to watch; just let me know the result later.

Some people see it as a major event in the game, while others look forward to the arrival of a great battle. Only the players know that what they are facing is not virtual data, but a real torrent.

Having spent so much time in the Night Kingdom, even the newest players have developed an attachment to this place.

This land, which has suffered so much, deserves even a single dawn.

Old Eggplant looked at his group chat; it was unusually quiet today, everyone seemed to be holding their breath.

The helmet had been charged to a sufficient level. Old Eggplant checked the time and realized it was almost full.

He picked up the helmet with great ceremony, lay down on the bed, and put it on.

"Link begins."

In that sea of ​​stars, Old Eggplant returned to the Kingdom of Night.

His first impression was that the surroundings were somewhat dim.

In the game, it should be noon, the time when the sun is at its strongest, but Old Eggplant feels like it's dusk.

He raised his head.

As you look through the clouds, the sun gradually dims, as if it's being obscured by something.

He then immediately looked toward the Black Forest.

In the vast forest, under the clear sky, a moon gradually rises.

The moon was no longer as bright and clear as before; it was only the deepest crimson, like a wound about to overflow with enormous blood.

got windy.

The entire forest swayed incessantly, the gentle breeze turning into a gale that made it impossible to open one's eyes.

Old Eggplant saw a player next to him turn an hourglass upside down and place it on the table.

"coming."

With a soft voice, all the players picked up their weapons.

at the same time.

The entire Kingdom of Night was shrouded in a huge shadow, and the blood moon appeared above everyone's head.

Near the Duke's mansion in Sunset Town, the portly man looked at the moon in terror and hurriedly boarded the escape carriage.

The townspeople huddled together in their homes, huddled together, their eyes filled with despair.

Inside the kingdom's palace, the king of the Night Kingdom, his gaze deep and unsettling, trembled uncontrollably.

The court monks paced back and forth, their anxiety and panic spreading rapidly.

A monk gazed at the approaching night, a letter in his hand, his expression grave.

A gust of wind caused the treetops of the Black Forest to sway, like a group of dancers summoning the descent of some deity, shaking incessantly, eerily and distorted.

A chilling, bone-deep coldness crept up a spine, causing one to shiver involuntarily.

Although he had already experienced two monster attacks, Old Eggplant knew very well that this was different from the previous ones.

He could feel a growing fear within him under the crimson moonlight, gradually threatening to overwhelm his fighting spirit. If he relaxed even slightly, he would kneel down and face his death.

In the forest, something is preparing to break through the soil.

Old Eggplant put aside his distracting thoughts and gazed at the forest, noticing that the trees seemed to have grown quite a bit taller.

No, it wasn't that the trees grew taller, but rather that the lurking monsters within them took flight.

A bolt of lightning suddenly appeared, and Old Eggplant realized that the sky was already shrouded in dark clouds, and the raindrops falling made it even more desolate.

At this moment, Old Eggplant finally saw those monsters clearly. They were countless insects, wriggling and flying in the most terrifying way, heading towards Dusk Town.

Such a torrent appeared almost simultaneously across the entire world, like a giant net gradually closing in and covering the entire civilization.

Chapter 740 The Wall of Sighs

As Jost said, the Thousand-Legged Demon Tide is characterized by its sheer numbers.

However, all demonic tides are the result of a large number of demons gathering and impacting each other. Since the number of demons is very large, why is [Thousand-Legged] able to receive such a high evaluation?

The answer is that there are simply too many.

Old Eggplant had previously experienced two attacks caused by monster migrations. The first was like a locust plague in the real world, with countless insects crawling out of the forest and constantly attacking humans. The second was even more spectacular, with the swarms of insects obscuring the sun, like a black wave.

He originally thought that the demonic tide was only slightly more intense than this, perhaps just more visually stunning.

However, when Old Eggplant finally saw the true form of the Demon Tide, he realized that he was wrong, and very wrong indeed.

The dense swarm of insects formed a thick wall, infinitely high and thick, not only blocking out the sun but also bringing despair.

These insects don't simply attack humans; they want to replace what they see.

Old Eggplant looked up, trying to find the top of the wall of insects, but he soon realized that he couldn't see the end at all.

Like a tsunami that touched the sky, it surged down from the deep sea. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but insects. The endless torrent swallowed up the forest, the grass, the air, and even time and space seemed to have been devoured by the swarm of insects.

That despairing wall could only make Old Eggplant sigh.

The feeling of the whole world crashing down on him shattered Old Eggplant's original ambitions.

Humans could never rival such a monster, never.

The fear of dying gripped his mind, and he didn't snap out of it until a player made a sound.

It's time for battle.

Do we really have to fight these things?

Even if we can hold out for an hour, two hours, a day, or two days, can we really defeat these monsters?

Even if you can barely withstand this one, there are still more than a dozen such demonic tides, and they will continue for thousands of years. You may be lucky enough to survive now, but death is always with you, like a great sword hanging over your head, making it impossible for you to spend the rest of your life in peace.

Many veterans who have been to the battlefield develop PTSD, or post-traumatic stress disorder. They recall the horrific scenes they witnessed on the battlefield late at night when everyone else is asleep, making it impossible for them to fall asleep. Some may also overreact to ordinary external stimuli and spend their entire lives in fear.

A profound sense of despair enveloped Old Eggplant as he watched some of the players begin to move.

"Three days. If we can just hold on for three days, we can complete the mission. Everyone, cheer up!"

One optimistic player remarked.

His words inspired many people to take action. After all, it's a game, and sometimes, even when faced with terrifying scenes, players still have to keep playing.

We can't stop the plot from progressing just because we're afraid of dying.

Three days in the game is only one day in the real world, and you might need to recharge two or three times in between.

We've already put in so much effort, we can't afford to falter now.

Viewers watching the live stream couldn't help but hold their breath at the sight.

Seeing the scene on the screen, Zheng Li realized that Lu Ban had been very gentle back then.

The scenes in the movie obviously didn't fully capture the horror of the demonic tide due to technical limitations, or perhaps, according to the setting, the demonic tide thousands of years later wasn't as dangerous as it was originally, or perhaps it was due to the influence of the Spirit Torch. In any case, the atmosphere of the live stream was quite oppressive, making it hard to feel any hope.

[Damn, how are we supposed to fight this? There's absolutely no way we can win!]

This number is way too outrageous! There are too many lives to spare.

[How can we fight this without magic? Just fire cannons at it, and it'll be submerged in no time, right?]

[It looks like it's going to be really bad, I don't dare to watch it.]

[Keep it up, testers!]

Zheng Li didn't notice the occasional barrage of comments, but suddenly he heard a sound and this time he turned all his attention to it.

Inside the fortress, Wang Hao took the lead and fired the first shot.

He was certainly scared and nervous, wishing he could take off his helmet immediately and return to reality to escape the upcoming battle, but he didn't run away. Instead, he took the initiative to command the artillery to fire.

Because these were all houses he had built, and as a construction engineer, nothing was more heartbreaking than watching the houses he had built being destroyed. The thought of all the effort and energy he had put into building these houses helped Wang Hao overcome his fear.

bang——

The projectiles, made from animal dung, flew into the distance and fell into the forest in a parabolic trajectory, stirring up soil and fallen leaves. However, because the insect swarm had not yet approached the range of the fire, they were not effectively killed. They only ignited a small part of the forest, causing a small-scale wildfire.

But this shot woke everyone up.

The players didn't have any grand ambitions or lofty aspirations; for them, this was just a major world event within the game.

Therefore, they should not back down or give up because of fear.

The worst that can happen is death, and you can always be resurrected anyway, so just do it.

After that shot, the players all realized what was happening.