I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 270 - 270 269. Ill go save the world and be right back_1

Chapter 270: 269. I’ll go save the world and be right back_1 Chapter 270: 269. I’ll go save the world and be right back_1 Lu Ban finally understood why the Demonic Tide was called such.

It was truly like a tidal wave of the ocean, in which humanity was but a speck in the vast sea, and even he felt it was a miracle that the people of Night Country had managed to survive the onslaught for a thousand years.

If it were on Earth, it is estimated that within three months, the whole land would be riddled with scars, and even if humanity went mad and used all their nuclear warheads in a scorched-earth strategy, willing to perish with the Demonic Beasts, it would likely only slow down the Demonic Tide by a fraction.

This was true Pollution.

He did not hesitate.

First of all, his mission was to survive until the end of the Demonic Tide. The heart of the Winter Wolf could be set aside for now. To accomplish this task, he could only pray that the fortress would hold for three days.

But now it seemed that it would be a miracle for Black Keep to hold even for a day.

Therefore, Lu Ban could only try the second path.

Just like at the Poetry Festival of He Dao, there were two ways to survive until the end of the festival: either go through various things and wait for the festival to end, or directly blow up the entire Island and forcibly bring the festival to an “end.”

Lu Ban was now prepared to bring the Demonic Tide to an “end.”

As everyone knows, the source of the Demonic Tide is its overlord, such as the mountainous Winter Wolf.

If he could deal with that Winter Wolf, then naturally, the Frost Demonic Tide would cease as well.

The same logic applied to plague and Eternal Night.

Very simple.

Just find the source of the Demonic Tide and deal with it, and it’s all over.

Without any other options, Lu Ban actually felt much more relaxed.

The sensation was like facing a mountain of homework that couldn’t be completed, and after struggling, realizing it was impossible to hand it in on time, deciding to lie down and wait for death—light and joyful.

With this thought, Lu Ban immediately set off.

He came to the first floor, near the main gate.

Outside, the Winter Wolf was furiously scratching the fortress’s walls, emitting a grating, ear-piercing noise.

The entire fortress was already covered by Winter Wolves, the invisible spell barriers had long been broken and frozen, and the Mages on the watchtowers were still struggling to sustain. The Forest Rangers who operated the catapults and stone crossbows had suffered heavy casualties.

Even more severe were Eternal Night and the plague.

“Aaargh!!!”

A Crossbowman standing by the window all of a sudden let out a scream. He raised his hand and plunged his fingers into his own eyes with brute force. The back of his hand bulged with veins as he unhesitatingly gouged his eyeballs out. After discarding the lump of flesh and blood, he reached into his eye socket again, and as he exerted force with his fingers, his brain tissue, along with part of his skull, was completely destroyed, and he collapsed.

On the other side, the shadow beneath a Forest Ranger standing by the window writhed. Before he could cry out for help, he was turned inside out from the inside, as bones and flesh burst open and blood splattered onto the ceiling of the hall.

These two forms of the Demonic Tide had invaded Black Fort through Frost, and spread rapidly.

A Mage quickly arrived, and facing the soldier who had been infected by the plague and was lunging at other Forest Rangers, did not hesitate; he just raised his hand and twisted, snapping the soldier’s neck, cutting off the source of infection.

Another Mage’s palm burst with light, binding a Forest Ranger, entangled by the Clan of Eternal Night, in sunlight. Accompanied by a muffled sound of bones and flesh twisting, the Ranger was twisted into a Ma Hua and collapsed on the floor.

Bang—

The fortress’s main gate was hit by a tremendous force, but didn’t budge.

Bang—

Another terrifying impact sounded, and immediately after, white frost appeared at the edge of the door.

The frost continued to spread and freeze, covering the entire door.

Fire blazed in the Mages’ hands, sawing against the frost.

Anyone could see that if the door was completely encased in ice, it would become as fragile as glass, easily destroyed by the Winter Wolf. By then, everyone in the Black Keep Fortress would become souls lost beneath the Demonic Tide.

The chaotic battle raged on.

Lu Ban saw Birmingham, the young man with a crossbow, shooting out the window at the outside. He might have killed over a dozen smaller Winter Wolves, but in the face of the numbers of the Demonic Tide, this seemed particularly futile.

“Don’t run around, stay by my side, just keep a certain distance from the window, and you won’t get infected by those things.”

Birmingham also saw Lu Ban, and he threw a crossbow to him, then cautioned him, and skillfully fired a bolt, killing a Winter Wolf.

“Believe me, we can hold them off.”

The youth, who seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, as if speaking to himself, repeated the actions of loading, aiming, and shooting— as though that could make him forget his despair.

As long as one stops thinking, fear won’t take hold.

“Ahhhh!”

At the neighboring window, a Forest Ranger infected by the plague lifted the crossbow that had been pointing outside, aimed it at his own jaw, and then, trembling, pulled the trigger.

The bolt pierced his head precisely, from his jaw to the top of his skull, causing sparse brain matter to splash out, staining the walls.

“You, go fill in that spot.”

Birmingham said emotionlessly, or rather, his expression had long been frozen by the winter, as he pointed there, signaling for Lu Ban to go over.

Lu Ban didn’t move.

“What are you doing; go now.”

Birmingham spoke again, this time his tone carried a clear anger.

“Your shadow.”

Lu Ban pointed down at Birmingham’s feet.

Birmingham was startled.

He looked at his own feet.

Without knowing when, his shadow had started to tremble, like an iron wireworm encountering water, hideous and distorted.

“Don’t move.”

Lu Ban spoke, and in his hand “Testament” had already materialized.

Without any hesitation or pause to breathe, he chose the Speech Bullet of the great being’s delirious words and hit Birmingham’s shadow.

Instantly, the shadow expanded to its limit, and then contracted, twisted, and with a hardly perceptible wail, finally stopped wriggling.

“Stand back.”

Lu Ban grabbed Birmingham’s shoulder with a grasp, and that was when he realized that the youth’s clothes were already soaked through. Birmingham’s shoulders trembled more intensely than ever before.

Thoughts at a standstill, Birmingham instinctively trembled under Lu Ban’s pull, and then, the muscles that had been tightly tensed for far too long suddenly gave way, and he collapsed onto the floor, tears welling up in his eyes.

All the beliefs that had sustained him until now vanished into thin air, and Birmingham completely broke down.

“Survive.”

Lu Ban patted his shoulder and then stood up, moving to the window.

“It seems even intangible things can be affected by delirious words.”

He looked outside the window at the chaotic Demonic Beasts, the gusts of green wind laden with plague, and the shadows constantly looking for an opportunity.

“If that’s the case, Frost should also be affected.”

Lu Ban made up his mind, climbed up to the window, and said,

“You, what are you going to do…”

Birmingham suppressed the trembling in his body and finally managed to get the words out.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just go save the world and come back.”

Lu Ban smiled, then turned and leapt out of the window.

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