I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 718 - 718 717. The Last Courage_1

Chapter 718: 717. The Last Courage_1 Chapter 718: 717. The Last Courage_1 “Prepare for battle.”

Brown called out, his hands actually trembling, barely able to steady his sword. In fact, even his voice had begun to quiver, with his armor being his only reliance.

Brown had never faced real Demonic Beasts, not even common wild animals. No, to take ten thousand steps back, he’d never even truly fought a life or death struggle with another human. In most cases, Brown was the guy leading a group of people to bully others.

He knew this wasn’t the Demonic Tide, and those Demonic Beasts might not necessarily pass through Sunset Town, but the fear that stemmed from instinct still made Brown clench his teeth, fearing that with a single exhale, his knees would buckle, slacking together with his backside, in an irretrievable descent.

At that moment, Brown saw those “Players” actually picking up weapons one by one and coming to the edge of the fields they had cultivated, attempting to encircle the town.

They had no armor, still in their ordinary clothes, but these people did not feel fear.

Even, Brown saw in their eyes… excitement and anticipation.

Against the Demonic Beasts?

Those creatures fiercer than wild animals, brutally cruel Demonic Beasts!

Weren’t they afraid of dying?!!

Uh, it seemed they really weren’t afraid of dying.

Brown suddenly realized that these summoned beings, Players, indeed did not fear death, for even if their bodies died, they would quickly crawl out of the mire and be reborn. He even felt a tad envious of these people.

But Brown didn’t want to become one of them.

Because, well, even though these Players seemed smart, they actually acted quite foolishly.

Who else would help others farm, reclaim land, and build houses so selflessly without seeking reward? And this group of Players was too curious, with such strong initiative, holding no concerns, it’s no big deal if they die and come back.

And, they could be quite satisfied with just a little reward.

Brown didn’t understand.

But having these Players in front, it seemed quite nice, didn’t it?

The Knights he led were also those who bullied the weak and feared the strong, inexperienced folks, who thought wielding their swords was already their limit facing the approaching storm. If the Demonic Beasts ran out from the forest, this group would probably be the first to scatter and flee, discarding their helmets and armor.

At this moment, Old Eggplant held the sword given by Lu Ban in his hands, standing in the field.

He hadn’t actually fought in a war, he hadn’t even played real-life CS. Old Eggplant thought it over and felt they couldn’t just stand here so stiffly.

They at least needed some cover.

So Old Eggplant chose to squat down, hiding behind the ridge of the field.

The storm clouds rumbled menacingly, shaking the entire forest, the air turned cold, Old Eggplant even thought he could see his breath.

In front, within the deep forest, there seemed to be something swiftly passing through.

Old Eggplant involuntarily tightened his grip on the sword.

This feeling, it was like a Hobbit hiding in a tree hold, worried about a Ring Wraith finding him, his heart pounding incessantly, fearing that the other might suddenly stop and discover him.

Fortunately, although the noises were loud and chaotic, they swiftly passed over the forest, seemingly without noticing Sunset Town.

Just as Old Eggplant was listening to the sounds of wild beasts rampaging through the forest gradually diminish, thinking the Demonic Beasts had left, suddenly, the entire forest fell into a strange silence.

Old Eggplant immediately held his breath subconsciously, trying to hide himself.

But it wasn’t that simple.

Old Eggplant heard a rustling sound, like a thousand Worms moving on a smooth surface, their thousands of legs intertwining as they did.

He felt a chill down his spine.

Old Eggplant, a southerner himself, had seen large cockroaches in the south and various strange insects on trees in his childhood. Still, he had overestimated his own capacity for such sights.

Out of the bushes, a shadow spread.

Old Eggplant saw that these materialized shadows were not some sinister supernatural phenomenon, but insects.

Insects the size of footballs with multiple legs were charging in his direction.

Most of these insects had between six to ten legs, small bodies, and heads that were all eyes. Some were bloated and fat like worms, while others had wings and slender bodies, with mouthparts like those of mosquitoes, resembling thin steel needles.

Old Eggplant’s scalp tingled, his heartbeat raced to the limit, blood surged to his head making his eardrums buzz, as if someone were furiously hammering away.

These were not mere insects; they were the deepest nightmares from Hell!

As the insects attacked, roars echoed.

The players on the front lines tried to alleviate their inner fear with shouts. They wielded swords, spears, and hammers, combating the insects with their mortal bodies.

But in the next moment, the tide surged. The bodies of these players, so fragile, were engulfed by the swarm in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, Old Eggplant suddenly felt a wave of relaxation.

It was like the numbness that comes after half an hour of nervousness due to a classroom speech, which then ironically brings relief.

He held a sword in his hand and slashed at the insects.

To his amazement, this seemingly worn-out sword easily sliced through an insect’s head, cutting open countless eyes of red, yellow, and green, their fluids bursting forth.

Old Eggplant felt as if he were possessed by the spirit of every badass game protagonist at that moment.

However, the next moment, a steel needle-like mouthpart pierced through his chest. Before he could even experience the pain that came with games, Old Eggplant was overwhelmed, torn apart, and killed by several insects.

The first line of defense formed by the players was quickly consumed.

The insects crossed the lush fields, swarming towards Sunset Town.

The villagers witnessed the players’ sacrifice. They were terrified, panicked, and could only take up their hoes and sickles in a nearly desperate attempt to protect themselves.

By now, Brown had fallen into a fear beyond death. He was no longer trembling since his legs had completely stiffened, cemented to the point he couldn’t move.

Watching the swarm approach, the light of hope was nearly extinguished in everyone’s eyes.

Brown’s eyes were nearly popping out of his head from the force with which he glared straight ahead at the insects coming toward him.

Behind him, the villagers had already dispersed in fear, their wails and cries echoing everywhere.

Brown could never have imagined dying while protecting these common people under such circumstances.

Suddenly, Brown felt much lighter. He raised the sword in his hands and charged toward the swarm.

Perhaps in the face of imminent death, one can feel this light.

He thought.

Then, Brown saw the insects in front of him suddenly explode like balloons.

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