I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 740 - 740 739. When the Demonic Tide Rises_1

Chapter 740: 739. When the Demonic Tide Rises_1 Chapter 740: 739. When the Demonic Tide Rises_1 In the evening, Old Eggplant didn’t play the game.

Normally at this time, he’d be toiling away in the Night Country, harvesting, or honing his swordsmanship, or playing cards with other players.

But today was different.

He glanced at the forum post with the most replies.

“The Demonic Tide is coming, and the Night Country is about to face its greatest crisis!”

The post was about the Demonic Tide. A few days ago, the Court Mage had sent news that the Demonic Tide would reach the Night Country within a few days, when the Blood Moon would rise, and the land would plunge into eternal darkness, swarming with Demonic Beasts that would destroy everything.

The players were also getting mobilized.

With several batches of beta players gradually entering the Night Country, the number of players in Sunset Town now totaled over two thousand. Though it might seem like a small number, all were well-trained and had mastered the use of Extraordinary Items, enough to battle more than ten times their number of the Night Country’s regular army.

The two thousand players also were the limit for Lu Ban, as bringing people from this world to the Foreign Domain required a certain amount of power to maintain. Based on the current situation, Lu Ban could only support so many. Any more, and the later players would probably not have a human form but would look like Slimes instead.

But numbers were not the core factor in deciding victory or defeat.

Lu Ban’s task was to help construct the Magic Network to resist the incoming Demonic Tide, and as long as the Magic Network could be established, they would likely be able to withstand this Tide.

He held a small brick in his hand, which he had secretly taken from the Gray Tower during its foundation laying.

Now, although it was just an ordinary brick, if the Gray Tower became the hub of the Magic Network, it would immediately be imbued with legendary properties and become the first brick of the Gray Tower.

But their time was running short.

Leaving aside the question of whether they could ascend to the universe to discuss networking matters with the Ancient Overlord above the moon, the Demonic Tide would arrive soon. If they couldn’t resist this Tide, there would be no point in discussing what might follow.

He used “Testament” to reinforce the walls and created some Extraordinary items, both useful and otherwise, hoping the players could withstand the Demonic Tide.

Inside the Gray Tower, Joester was finishing the last touches on the Magic Network. The Demonic Beasts needed only a trigger to be activated, and soon, over two thousand players would become the Magic Network’s first users, bearing the Pollution and enabling the network to cover the entirety of the Night Country.

He put down his pen and looked at the sheepskin parchment in his hand with a sigh.

“Have you ever been inside the Gray Tower?” he asked Shia, who was beside him.

The Mage girl shook her head.

“At the top of the Gray Tower is an eternal Spirit Torch, but the inside is top secret. I wasn’t eligible to enter that high tower where the ancient scrolls are stored. I have only looked at it from afar,” Shia answered.

“Now you have seen it,” Joester said jokingly. He looked around; apart from the tall spiral staircase that led to the top of the tower, there were just some Arrays and ritual materials, all kept ready to be activated at any moment, waiting for the destined day to be ignited.

And that day, Joester knew, was very near.

Back in reality, Old Eggplant’s mouse hovered over those replies. Although it was just a game, facing the city he had built brick by brick, and the history he had witnessed, he was still somewhat moved.

“Keep it up, you must pull through!”

“Even if it’s just in the game, those who have lived through these events can truly be called heroes!”

“If the Demonic Tide can’t be resisted, will this world be destroyed?”

“Don’t let that happen!”

“Will there be an official live stream?”

“I’m a bit scared to watch; just tell me the result when it’s over”

Some people saw it as a major event in the game; others looked forward to the battle. Only the players knew they weren’t facing virtual data but a real deluge.

After spending so long in the Night Country, even the newest players had developed an affection for it.

This land that had suffered so much deserved to see dawn break at least once.

Old Eggplant looked at his group chat, which was exceptionally quiet today; everyone was holding their breath.

The helmet always had sufficient battery, and Old Eggplant glanced at the time—it was about time.

With a sense of ritual, he picked up the helmet, lay on his bed, and put it on.

“Link start.”

Within that Sea of Stars, Old Eggplant returned to the Night Country.

The first thing he felt was a certain dimness all around.

It should be noon in the game, the time when the sun was at its fiercest, but Old Eggplant felt as though it was twilight.

He looked up.

He saw the sun gradually dimming amidst the clouds, as if it were being obscured by something.

Then, he immediately looked toward the direction of the Black Forest.

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

The moon had lost its previous whiteness and brightness, casting a deep, blood-red hue, like a wound about to overflow with enormous quantities of fresh blood.

Gale winds began to blow.

The entire forest swayed incessantly, the gentle breeze turning into a gale, so fierce that it made it difficult to keep one’s eyes open.

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

“It’s coming.”

A light voice spoke, and all the players picked up their weapons.

At the same time.

The entire Night Country was shrouded in a massive shadow, the Blood Moon appearing above everyone’s head.

Near Sunset Town, in the Duke’s Mansion, the potbellied man watched the moon in horror and hastily boarded an escape carriage.

The villagers huddled in their homes, clinging to each other, with despair filling their eyes.

Within the Royal Palace of the kingdom, the ruler of the Night Country gazed deeply, unable to stop trembling.

The Court Mages bustled around, their anxious and panicked emotions spreading rapidly.

A Mage, watching the falling night, held a letter in his hand with a solemn expression.

A gust of wind shook the treetops of the Black Forest, like a group of dancers calling upon the coming of Divine Beings, constantly quivering, eerie and twisted.

A bone-chilling coldness that could make one grind their teeth surged up the spine, causing an involuntary shudder.

Although Old Eggplant had experienced two attacks from Demonic Beasts, he knew deeply that this was different from before.

He could feel a certain fear growing in his heart under the illumination of the crimson moonlight, threatening to overpower his fighting spirit; the moment he relaxed, he would kneel and succumb to the fate of death.

In the forest, some entity was getting ready to break through the earth.

Old Eggplant cast aside his distractions, gazing intently at the forest; he noticed the trees seemed to have grown quite a bit taller.

No, it wasn’t that the trees were growing taller, but the Demonic Beasts lurking within were rising into the air.

A flash of lightning appeared suddenly, and only then did Old Eggplant realize that the sky was covered with storm clouds, raindrops falling, adding to the desolation.

At this moment, Old Eggplant finally saw those Demonic Beasts clearly—countless insects moving in the most horrifying way, flying and wriggling, hurtling toward Sunset Town.

And such a torrent appeared almost simultaneously across the whole world, like a giant net gradually closing in, sealing off, covering all of civilization.

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