I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 741 - 741 740. Wailing Wall_1

Chapter 741: 740. Wailing Wall_1 Chapter 741: 740. Wailing Wall_1 As Joester had said, the characteristic that defines the Demonic Tide known as Thousand-Legs is its numbers.

However, since every Demonic Tide is the result of a massive number of Demonic Beasts swarming together, the number of Demonic Beasts is always high. So why has Thousand-Legs gained such a reputation?

The answer is that the numbers are simply too overwhelming.

Old Eggplant had previously experienced two attacks caused by the migration of Demonic Beasts. The first one was like a real-world locust plague, countless insects burrowing out from the forest and incessantly assaulting humans; the second was even more spectacular, with swarms of insects blotting out the sun, like a black surge of waves.

He had thought that a Demonic Tide would just be slightly more severe than that, perhaps just more visually shocking.

But when Old Eggplant actually saw the main body of the Demonic Tide, he realized he was wrong, and his mistake was outrageous.

The dense mass of insects was like a solid wall, a wall infinitely high and infinitely thick, not only blotting out the sun but also bringing absolute despair.

These insects were not merely attacking humans; they aimed to replace everything in sight.

Old Eggplant looked up, trying to find the top of this wall of insects, but he quickly realized that he couldn’t see the end at all.

It was like a tsunami that reached the sky, surging from the profound depths of the ocean, where as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but insects. The incessant flood devoured the forest, the vegetation, the air, as if even time and space had been gnawed to nothing by the swarm.

All that Old Eggplant could do before the wall of despair was to sigh.

The feeling of the entire world smashing face-first towards him shattered Old Eggplant’s once lofty ambitions.

Humans could never match such monsters; they never would be able to.

The fear of imminent death took over him so completely that it wasn’t until other players made a noise that he was jolted back to reality.

It was time to fight.

Were they really going to fight these things?

Even if we could resist for an hour, two hours, a day, two days, could we really defeat these monsters?

Even if we could barely hold them off this time, there are more than a dozen different types of Demonic Tides, and they will continue for hundreds of thousands of years. Even if we are lucky enough to survive now, death is like a shadow, like a great sword hanging over our heads, making it impossible to live in peace for the rest of our lives.

Many veterans returning from the battlefield experience PTSD, post-traumatic stress disorder. In the dead of night, when everyone else sleeps, they recall the horrific scenes they witnessed on the battlefield, unable to sleep, and some even react excessively to common external stimuli, spending the rest of their lives in constant fear.

A tremendous sense of despair enveloped Old Eggplant, yet he saw some players beginning to move.

“Three days, if we can hold out for three days, we will complete the mission. Let’s get our spirits up,” said one optimistic player.

His words prompted many to spring into action. It’s a game, after all. Sometimes, even in the face of such terrifying scenes, players still have to continue to play.

They can’t just stop progressing the plot because they’re scared to die, right?

Three days in the game is just one day in the real world, maybe needing a few charges in between.

After striving for so long, they couldn’t let things fall apart now.

The viewers watching the livestream also couldn’t help but hold their breath at this scene.

It was only after seeing the images on the screen that Zheng Li realized Lu Ban had been very gentle back then.

The scenes from the movies couldn’t fully convey the horror of the Demonic Tide due to technical limitations, or perhaps because, according to the setting, the Tides had become less dangerous over the centuries, or maybe it was the influence of the Spirit Torch. Regardless, the atmosphere of the live broadcast was extremely oppressive, offering no glimmer of hope.

[Fuck, how do you even fight this? There’s just no way to fight at all!]

[The number is just too, too, too exaggerated. Humans life isn’t enough to fill the gap.]

“[Without magic, how can we fight? Firing the cannons will just get them flooded out instantly, right?]”

“[It feels like it’s going to be a brutal scene, I’m a bit afraid to watch.]”

“[Come on, big brothers in the test!]”

Zheng Li didn’t notice the occasional barrage of comments floating across his screen. Suddenly, he heard a noise, and this time, he shifted all his attention to it.

In the fortress, Wang Hao took the lead and fired the first cannon.

He was of course afraid and nervous, wishing he could just take off his helmet and return to reality, to evade the upcoming slaughter, but he didn’t flee. Instead, he even turned around to command the firing.

Because these were the houses he had built, as an Engineer, there was nothing more heartbreaking than watching the houses you built get destroyed. Thinking of all the effort and energy he had put into building these houses, Wang Hao overcame his fear.

Boom—

The cannonball made of animal dung flew into the distance, tracing a parabola as it fell into the forest, kicking up mud and leaves. However, as the insect swarm had not yet come into the range of the artillery fire, it failed to cause effective damage and only lit a small portion of the forest, causing a minor wildfire.

But this cannon shot awakened everyone.

The Players had no grand ambitions or aspirations; for them, this was just a major world event in the game.

Therefore, they should not retreat or give up out of fear.

At worst, they would die, but since they could be resurrected after death, they might as well just do it.

With that shot, the Players came to a realization.

They began to move, lighting beacons and signal fires, setting up cannons, ready to face the first wave of impact.

Old Eggplant saw that the wall approached with a massive sense of oppression, coming closer and closer. When the insect swarm reached the wildfire caused by the previous cannonfire, the flames were engulfed in just a second, and not even a speck of light could be found anymore.

The dark earth was only illuminated by the dangerous light of the blood-red moon.

It was at this moment that all the fortresses, watchtowers, and bastions fired their artillery at once.

The cannons, which encompassed the essence of human civilization, wove a sparse net that fell straight onto the black curtain blocking the world.

There was no sound of explosion.

As the insect swarm advanced, the cannonballs were submerged into the sea of insects before they could even detonate.

A moment later, slight ripples rose within the seemingly indestructible wall.

Numerous insects were blown into pieces, tumbling from mid-air, only to be jostled by their comrades, resulting in a rain of flesh and blood.

The wall’s onward push didn’t slow down in the slightest, and the second round of artillery fire was already upon them.Rumble rumble rumble—

The muffled sounds of artillery echoed in the silent night, and this calm was terrifying. Only the roaring guns could give the Players some comfort.

But the black wall was unaffected, still blocking out the sky, crushing everything in its path.

“Is it really no use?”

Stone stood at the fortress, looking at that wall of despairing sighs. He was already thinking of strategies for survival. If it were just him and Lu Ban, Stone figured he might be able to protect them fully, but more than that, he could not guarantee.

At that moment, facing the bitter cold wind and the wall of despair, Cui Siter raised his hand with a revolver in his palm.

Suddenly, a light that cut through the darkness flashed into existence.