I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 742 - 742 741. Everything Becomes Visible_1

Chapter 742: 741. Everything Becomes Visible_1 Chapter 742: 741. Everything Becomes Visible_1 Knight Brown trembled all over, unable even to maintain his standing posture; he could only lean against the wall, keeping rigid.

Through the fortress windows, he saw the wall composed of insect swarms—cannon fire hitting it like small pebbles tossed into a lake, merely causing ripples but unable to shake its existence.

Efforts as futile as mayflies trying to shake a tree made Brown lose hope for the future, he even began to consider suiciding with his own sword to reduce the pain if the insect tide reached the fortress and it could no longer be defended. But Brown was also hesitant; death was still too painful, he didn’t dare to end himself.

The knights around him were also trembling, clenching their teeth, for fear that losing courage would lead them to wet themselves on the spot and collapse to the ground.

“I can’t defeat them, we’re all going to die…”

Brown muttered under his breath, his teeth chattering, his speech unclear.

Just then, he saw a light.

The light shone like the sun reemerging upon the earth, dispelling all darkness, illuminating through the stronghold’s windows, making their armor and weapons glitter.

“What’s happening?”

“What’s happening?”

Both players and knights were extremely puzzled at this moment, not knowing what had happened.

Was it divine intervention from the gods, a divine punishment that defeated the demonic beasts?

All at once, Brown felt a significant reduction in the tension in his body; he went to the window and gazed into the distance.

He saw a beam of light piercing through the darkness.

The light was broad, but when compared to the demonic tide, it was still delicate. It surged straight into the center of this wave of insects, seemingly without any effect at all.

However, the next moment, huge waves churned within the insect tide.

Taking the point of illumination as the center, the massive waves grew, overturning a swath of insect swarms, several times wider than the light itself.

It was like pouring a small cup of water into a hot pan of oil, making the insect swarm boil.

The insects closest to the light directly evaporated, leaving not even a trace.

Those slightly closer burned and melted from the heat, becoming ashes.

Further away, the shockwaves caused them to lose their strength and rapidly get crushed and trampled by their own kind from behind.

If one could look down upon the land at this moment, one would see a road forcibly cleared through the impervious wall of sighs.

Like Moses parting the sea, that indestructible, impregnable, and eternally standing wall now had a massive breach.

Seeing this sight, all the players and soldiers woke up as if a heavy hammer had suddenly struck their heads.

Yes, it was not yet time to give up.

If they gave up without fighting, all their efforts up to now would be wasted.

Instead of succumbing to these monsters, it would be better to fight them until the last moment; even in death, they would die standing.

The next round of cannon fire was quickly prepared, yet a command made the players stop firing.

“A one-minute delay? But the monsters are almost upon us!”

Old Eggplant was puzzled by Lu Ban’s command; he was anxious, and even though Cui Siter’s earth-shattering shot had mobilized everyone’s emotions, the vastness of the insect swarm still remained. Even if all the shells were poured onto it, they might not even cause a tenth of the wall to crumble, and as the insects drew closer, fear would again breed in people’s hearts.

What was the purpose of Lu Ban’s command?

Despite infinite doubts in his heart, Old Eggplant still adhered to the command.

He glanced at the time; only an hour had passed in the game world, Night Country, and a mere twenty minutes in reality, yet he felt like it had been half a day.

Sweat did not cease in the cold wind, and Old Eggplant counted silently in his heart, quickly nearing his limit.

Those insects, he could even clearly see what these insects looked like, those twisted monsters just a short distance away, as if they were about to pounce and devour their flesh the next moment.

His heart raced to its limit, Old Eggplant focused intently, waiting for that moment.

In his heart, he didn’t have much hope; that one blast had instantly killed the Iron Lizard in the Black Forest, a sight Old Eggplant would never forget, but now, even though the attack was powerful, it failed to show a glimmer of victory.

Killing a group of insects meant facing even more insects.

The gap that had opened was quickly filled as if nothing had happened.

Even the ruler of this Demonic Tide had not appeared; no one knew what kind of monster led Thousand-Legs.

At this moment, those watching the live broadcast held their breath in rapt attention, unsure of what would happen next.

In an era without Spirit Torch, without the sacrifice of Mages, facing such a vast sea of insects, it was impossible to envisage any chance of turning the tide.

Zheng Li watched the screen intently; his heart, though not as frantic as the players in the game, was still held in suspense.

He saw, just as those insects were approaching head-on, about to tear everything to shreds, daylight broke.

Not the fleeting light from before, but the real, distinct sunshine.

The light was dazzling, intense, sweeping over everything.

The fierce sunlight revealed all forms of life.

In a flash, the seemingly impregnable high wall, the insurmountable barrier, those hideous and ferocious insects, were scorched and baked by the sunlight, flames rising from their bodies, quickly spreading through the swarm.

The bloody radiance of the Blood Moon paled in comparison to the blazing sun.

“Fire!”

Just then, as the agreed moment arrived, Old Eggplant yelled with an excited tone, followed by the roaring of artillery. His voice trembled, not out of fear, but out of thrill.

The shells fell into the disintegrating swarm of insects under the fierce sunlight, each explosion fueling the flames even further.

Suddenly, a fire wall spanning tens of kilometers appeared above the Black Forest.

At the watchtower above the fortress, Lu Ban set the radio on the table, its frequency stuck on “Scorching”, capable of causing drought in a region for ten years. At that moment, it became the much longed-for entity called hope.

Brown wept, shouting to encourage himself, as the artillery kept erupting amongst the swarm halted by the sunlight, actually preventing their advance.

In places far from Sunset Town, the Demonic Tide also slowed its advance due to the distant appearance of the sun, retreating cautiously.

Even though in other parts of Night Country the insects still ravaged and slaughtered, at this moment, here, humanity had indeed gained a brief advantage.

“Just like this, for three days…”

Zheng Li, having read “Magic Tide”, naturally knew the sunlight could last a considerably long time, and he suddenly became relieved.

However, soon enough, Zheng Li detected something amiss.

The behavior of those insects was strange.

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