I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 738 - 738 737.Thousand-Legs_1

Chapter 738: 737.Thousand-Legs_1 Chapter 738: 737.Thousand-Legs_1 “Thousand-Legs is a Demonic Tide that triumphs through sheer numbers,”

Joester said with some worry as he looked at the weather outside.

“Their lord is a gigantic worm that is constantly laying eggs. Those eggs hatch upon hitting the ground, turning into countless worms. Although these worms are fragile and die when hit by magic or a long sword, when the Blood Moon rises, their numbers are the most overwhelming.”

Shia didn’t go to the front lines because Lu Ban wanted to see if the defense fortifications built by the players could truly withstand the Demonic Beasts. Thus, apart from having the villagers stay in the core area of the town, he did not ask Shia to help.

He even started a live broadcast to let the audience on Earth truly feel the oppression of the Demonic Beasts.

“In my era, Thousand-Legs wasn’t considered a significant threat in a Demonic Tide because the swarm was simply too fragile. Even without the Spirit Torch, one could hold them off for quite a long time,”

Shia said.

The severity of the Demonic Tides varied, and Thousand-Legs was considered one of the weaker ones. If back then the Demonic Tide had been Thousand-Legs, it would have even been regarded as an auspicious sign since the damage caused would be minimal.

But it’s different in this era.

Without Spirit Torches, without a large number of Mages serving as spell artillery to annihilate the swarm, the numbers of Thousand-Legs become a troublesome problem. Even if the fortifications can’t be breached, without the defensive line formed by the Spirit Torches, the worms can easily bypass the fortifications and attack the common people in the rear, causing significant damage.

In the modern Night Country, the Mages could address most of the swarm, leaving only a small amount to enter the rear which the Forest Rangers could deal with.

And the Spirit Torch…

“The Spirit Torch…”

Joester muttered to himself.

As an essential component of the Magic Network, the Spirit Torch, fueled by the souls of Divine Beings, was naturally a part of the design.

However, Joester hesitated.

If he developed the Spirit Torch here and inscribed it into the Magic Network, inscribed it into the contracts of all Mages connected to the Magic Network, then he would ultimately cause the death of millions in the times to come.

If his own sacrifice could save this world, then Joester would resolutely and generously meet his demise.

But now, his actions were determining the fate of subsequent generations, a choice that felt far too heavy for Joester to bear.

The reason why the Magic Network was short of its final completion, apart from needing to find a Divine Being that could be imprisoned, was because Joester wanted to find a replacement for the Spirit Torch.

Yet, it seemed that the Spirit Torch was inevitable, which greatly troubled Joester.

Outside the window, the roar of gunfire sounded, and the swarm of worms had reached the front of the fortifications.

Wang Hao felt his hands shaking. When a person is in an extremely tense and excited state, they experience a trembling as if they have been electrocuted. He was in an observation tower, watching the worms draw closer, even able to see the cilia on their legs and their sharp mouthparts. Gritting his teeth, he gripped his sword tightly.

After the final round of gunfire hit the dark fog, it dimmed for a moment before being replenished by an even denser mass of worms.

Wang Hao’s heart was pounding; he thought his heart rate must have already exceeded two hundred fifty and even felt he might die from tachycardia before the worms arrived.

“Prepare for contact.”

The player in charge of command called out. Wang Hao raised his sword and saw from the window the worms colliding directly with it.

Bang—

A loud noise erupted from all over the fortifications, like a wall, as the swarm collided with it, causing the building to shake.

The vast majority of the worms were crushed into pulp by the sturdy walls and their advancing peers, while a few managed to wriggle into the windows and moved around on the floor, in the air, on the walls, attacking everything in sight.

Bang—

Stone decisively drew his gun and took care of a worm that had come close. His shooting skills were very refined, and it only took one bullet to take down a Demonic Beast.

Cui Siter also picked up a revolver, but instead of using a Faux Solar Flare, he resorted to common bullets to deal with the worms.

At their sides, players wielded long swords, blades, spears, and guns, shouting as they battled the worms.

A player was firmly grasped by a worm, its tentacled mouth parts gnawing at the head, leaving behind a large patch of blood.

Another player had an arm torn off by a worm and managed to chop off the enemy’s head with his other hand.

Yet another player was seized by several worms, dragged out of the fortress, and thrown into the swarm outside the window, instantly overwhelmed.

The battle was brutal, comparable to the cruel wars in human history.

At this moment, the audience watching through the live stream was rendered speechless.

Zheng Li’s original conception of the battle, although not as epically stunning as facing an Iron Lizard, was at least supposed to be as gripping as the movie “Magic Tide.”

But reality proved that the scenes he had seen were all too gentle.

In the struggle between humanity and natural disasters, brutality and violence were the real main theme.

On such a battlefield, there was no glory or merit, no justice or evil, only life and death, the purest survival instincts.

Some players’ weapons were knocked away; they used their fingers to gouge the worms’ heads, eyes, digging into the softer parts. Some players had their bellies ripped open, choosing to grab a grenade with a lit fuse and leaping into the airborne swarm of worms.

In the face of such scenes, Zheng Li didn’t avert his gaze or close the webpage, but watched intently instead.

Now, only such attention could be the greatest tribute to them.

Some watchtowers were surrounded by countless worms, teetering on the edge of collapse; some fortresses attracted the fire of the worm swarm, resisting staunchly.

There were also watchtowers that had gone completely silent, all the players inside dead, having fought to the last moment.

There were few comments in the live broadcast, as the vast majority of viewers were stunned.

Many war films claim to be anti-war but end up romanticizing war through various means. The essence is to be opposed to defeat in war, as long as victory is achieved, then it is about glory and medals. They will not tell the audience about the price of war.

In Lu Ban’s live stream, all of this was starkly displayed before the audience.

Cui Siter saw the number of players decreasing around him. Some players resurrected in the muck, immediately picking up the weapons beside them to fight the swarm, tottering in the storm of worms.

Some of the worms had already breached the defenses and reached the town.

He pulled out the Mimic Solar Flare.

Aim, pull the trigger, aiming at the densest part of the swarm in mid-air.

A burst of light instantly robbed most creatures of their sight, that cold streak of light shooting straight into the heavens, even scattering the thick clouds, like a finger of the Divine Beings, making the darkness dissipate and the sunlight reappear on the Earth.

Then, those worms hovering over the town seemed to be controlled by some force, exploding one after another, not a single one able to harm the residents here.

Shia put down her hand and sighed.

“It seems that relying on the power of Night Country alone is ultimately insufficient to resist those Demonic Beasts,” she said.

She looked back at Joester.

The Mage seemed to be deep in thought, apparently ready.

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