I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 271 - 271 270. The Walker Against the Current (Monthly

Chapter 271: 270. The Walker Against the Current (Monthly Ticket Bonus Chapter!)_1 Chapter 271: 270. The Walker Against the Current (Monthly Ticket Bonus Chapter!)_1 “We won’t be able to hold out for much longer,”

In the Dome Hall, the Mage in charge of command looked outside at the scene with a grave expression.

The simultaneous occurrence of three Demonic Tides was unprecedented, and no fortress could withstand these three days.

Moreover, no one knew for sure if the Demonic Tide would only last for three days. If it were to double or even to last for nine days during the Blood Moon, then it was likely that the Night Country would be completely annihilated.

No Spirit Torch could support burning for so many days. Even if they ignited the Great Spirit Torch inside the Gray Tower and burned the Great Mages, of whom there was only one amongst thousands of Mages, as kindling, it would only delay the speed of humanity’s extinction.

In such a situation, even deserting in the face of battle had become impossible.

The entire fortress was surrounded by Demonic Beasts like the Winter Wolf; even Mages venturing out would be torn to shreds and devoured. They could only stay here, either until the Spirit Torch burned them alive, until they ceased burning the Spirit Torch and faced a head-on total annihilation against those Demonic Beasts, or until they directly used Eternal Sunlight to incinerate the surrounding Demonic Beasts, only to be eaten clean by the remaining ones.

Whether you lay horizontally, stood vertically, or leaned diagonally, death symbolized by the Blood Moon, loomed over your head.

In such a hopeless situation, it actually became impossible to feel despair.

Almost no one retreated or wavered in the face of battle; they all carried on with their duties, picked up weapons, resisted the Demonic Beasts, and then died.

In such an environment, only such mechanical, numb actions could bring some reassurance.

However, the Mage in charge of command suddenly noticed something amiss.

“Has someone left the fortress?”

He gazed into the midst of the rampaging horde of Demonic Beasts.

He saw a person who seemed to be walking among the Demonic Beasts.

And it was not in the direction of escape; rather, this person was heading towards the depths of the Black Forest, towards the direction of the enormous Winter Wolf.

Around this person, the Demonic Beasts seemed to be affected by some disturbance; some fell to the ground convulsing, while others became frenzied and started to slaughter their own kind.

Even the writhing shadows found it hard to approach that person. The Mage observed carefully and noticed that even Frost’s ice crystals veered away from him, as if avoiding something.

Centered around this person, a small gap had actually formed in the Demonic Tide.

“Who is he, and what is he doing?”

The Mage in charge asked.

No one responded.

Jonah also approached the window, looking out at the person going against the tide.

“…Is it him?”

“Do you know him? Which unit’s Mage is he?”

The commanding Mage turned to Jonah.

“No, he’s not a Mage… He’s just a Crossbowman of the Forest Rangers,”

Jonah replied, even struggling to remember the name of the man who was about his age.

“How is he avoiding those Demonic Beasts? Do you know what he’s trying to do?”

Under such circumstances, it was hard not to suspect that the person advancing towards the Winter Wolf might be related to the Demonic Tide. After all, within the knowledge of the Night Country, the Demonic Tide was in absolute opposition to humanity. Their existence was meant to destroy humanity; it was impossible for humans to walk amidst the Demonic Tide like that.

Even the Great Mages of the Gray Tower could only stand against the onslaught of the Demonic Tide for a while, resisting those Demonic Beasts.

For people like Xiang Luvan to move against the current, pressing forward head-on, such an act was simply inconceivable to the denizens of the Night Country.

Yet Ke Luban was indeed moving forward.

Amidst the snow and wind, Lu Ban’s mouth uttered endless delirious murmurings.

These murmurings would instantly drive any sane creature mad upon hearing them, severely polluted, rapidly corroded, mutating into monsters.

The minuscule scratching sounds, like fingernails scraping a chalkboard, intertwined with the low-pitched noises of bursting bubbles, carried by the wind, caused the surrounding Demonic Beasts to contort.

Clearly, these Demonic Beasts did not serve that great entity; to them, Lu Ban’s murmurings were the strongest form of mental contamination.

Lu Ban saw a Winter Wolf collapse to the ground, something seemed to be squirming within it, attempting to burst forth. As Lu Ban passed by, the wolf’s belly ripped open with a sound, from within, green plants thrived luxuriantly, undaunted by the severe cold.

The writhing shadows that once surrounded Lu Ban now seemed to fear the impact of these murmurings, most fleeing hurriedly, while a few convulsed, twisted, and eventually became unmoving, turning into true shadows.

A gust of green wind blew, and within Lu Ban’s “True Sight,” that wind harbored countless symbols from the Foreign Domain, the wind of plague that, when inhaled, would infect with the plague, take control, and eventually lead to self-destruction.

But that wind, upon touching the whispers in Lu Ban’s wind, immediately disintegrated, dissipated, and the symbols turned into black dust, vanishing without a trace.

Walking on, Lu Ban found himself feeling unexpectedly warm.

He saw that with him at the center, the white frost retreated, forming a continuous path.

“Indeed, even this snow and ice are caused by Demonic Beasts.”

Lu Ban mused silently.

These Demonic Beasts polluted the air, causing abnormalities that resulted in the biting snowstorms; in a sense, they manipulated reality through such means of pollution.

However, Lu Ban knew that they now feared, feared only the murmurings of the great entity, worried that the sounds would cause their complete downfall.

If there were any not afraid of death, or commanded by higher entities to charge him and seek mutual destruction, he had no good solution.

The current Lu Ban was like holding a Gatling gun, threatening those Demonic Beasts that if they did not make way, he would start firing. A proper Demonic Beast would naturally step aside.

But if the enemy did not care for honor and sent a bundle of several hundred Demonic Beasts crashing towards him, Lu Ban’s small water pipe wouldn’t be able to cope with so much.

The reason the enemy had not done so was firstly because the cognition of Demonic Beasts was chaotic; simply put, they weren’t smart enough to think of that, and secondly, because of the presence of these murmurings, those Demonic Beasts were not sure if throwing a few hundred of their kind at Lu Ban would actually kill him.

In the Silent Lands, knowledge equates to pollution.

This man knows so much; surely his pollution is severe!

Humans may find these Demonic Beasts grotesque, twisted, and terrifying, but to the Demonic Beasts, Lu Ban, who chants those Indescribable whispers of the Evil God, is the filthiest of all!

With this in mind, Lu Ban decided to start speeding up.

He leaped into the air, while “Testament” copied the impact of a dump truck onto him. He moved rapidly forward, significantly closing the distance toward that mountainous, towering giant wolf.

“Testament” had three modes of application, and he was using two simultaneously; when not in conflict, he could still fire off his Speech Bullets.

And Lu Ban’s target was naturally the ruler of Frost, that massive Winter Wolf.

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