I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 743 - 743 742. Blot out the sun and sky_1

Chapter 743: 742. Blot out the sun and sky_1 Chapter 743: 742. Blot out the sun and sky_1 The insect swarm burned fiercely under the intense sunlight, turning the pitch-black Demonic Tide into a sea of flames, reminding Old Eggplant of the locust disasters he had seen in documentaries, where they used fire to drive away the insects.

But he saw that these insects were actually moving.

On the outer layer, the insects tormented by the sunlight were slowly wriggling, flying towards the higher skies.

The surfaces of these insects had caught fierce fire, gradually peeling off like the fragments of fireworks carried away by the wind.

Yet, behind these burning insects, their counterparts, not yet touched by the sun’s rays, surged upward through the falling ashes.

Even when the ashes dispersed and the sunlight remained intense, scorching the newcomers, the insects flew towards the light like moths to a flame.

“This is…”

Stone looked out into the distance, incredulous at the sight.

“They’re trying to block out the sunlight.”

Shia quickly discerned the insects’ intentions.

In her era, Thousand-Legs was no longer a significant threat due to the presence of the Spirit Torch, but now, their numerical advantage had become the biggest weapon against the sunlight.

The swarms continued to surge, spreading into the sky through the raging fire, and swiftly formed a barrier that blocked the sunlight.

Dark clouds gradually spread toward the fortress, accompanied by intense flames.

Even Shia had to admit, the insect swarm’s sacrificial spirit was commendable.

If it were Demonic Beasts like the Winter Wolf, or disease-based Demonic Tides like plagues, facing this fierce sunlight, they would likely struggle to resist and have to bypass it.

But the insect swarm was the most numerous; even if millions of their kin were sacrificed, they continued straight on.

These insects didn’t actually possess any fearless spirit of facing danger; they were merely sacrificial pawns and pitiable bugs under the command of their overlord’s will.

To defeat this swarm, one must either make their overlord retreat or directly eradicate the overlord.

But Shia also knew clearly that, even in her time, Thousand-Legs still existed—indicating that they had not managed to tackle the root of the problem in this era.

“The overlord of Thousand-Legs is not unique. During their lengthy breeding period, they would birth a Queen Bug, continuously spawning new swarms; that is the overlord of the Demonic Tide of Thousand-Legs. But as years pass, the Queen Bug would also age and die. Once the overlord is gone, a new Queen Bug arises from the swarm, endlessly. This is why the massive numbers of Thousand-Legs are never-ending,”

Shia murmured.

Even if they managed to precisely target the master of the swarm this time and execute a decapitation strike to take it down, it would only provide a temporary relief. Soon, a new overlord would emerge from the insect swarm and continue the assault.

This too was a form of despair.

Lu Ban frowned as he watched the swarming insects gradually obscure the sun.

As the shadows returned to the land, the insect swarm commenced its assault on the fortress once more, and the cannon fire quickly lost its effect. In the face of overwhelming numbers, the fire support no longer held sway.

The insect swarm had already overwhelmed the forward watchtowers.

The watchtowers that were still lit with torches were suddenly overrun by the dense mass of insects.

The live stream switched at that moment to the perspective of the Player stationed upon a watchtower.

The Player hadn’t yet managed to leave the cannon when an insect thudded against the wall with a squelch. Its chitinous shell cracked from the high-speed collision, and murky fluid splattered, some landing on the Player’s face and partially obscuring the lens.

He quickly wiped his face, slightly clearing the view.

More bugs poured through the muzzle, struggling, contorting their bodies to squeeze into the watchtower.

With a single stroke, the player beside swung his blade, decapitating the foremost bug. The terrifying creature twitched twice before slumping to the ground, silent.

But more bugs kept coming.

Even worse, the players could hear a chilling rustling sound as the entire watchtower began to tremble and sway.

The mass of bugs piling on the watchtower exceeded the structural load limit, causing the building to become fragile.

At the same time, some bugs started to gnaw at the walls of the watchtower. The concrete bricks were chewed away, bite by bite. As one bug wore down its mouthparts, another took its place. Given enough time, this swarm would inevitably reduce the tower to rubble.

This tense, first-person perspective scene was witnessed by all the viewers.

Zheng Li dared not breathe heavily; this immersive experience made him feel as if he were inside the watchtower at this desperate moment.

He saw the player in the main view swinging his sword tirelessly, trying to chop down the incoming bugs, but their numbers were too great, and these despair-inducing demonic beasts soon filled every corner of sight.

A player fell, devoured by several bugs, letting out an agonized scream. Another player was overpowered by a bug, its sharp mandibles piercing directly into the brain through the eye, sucking out the brain matter and marrow.

The struggle between humans and monsters was captivating; in a single moment, the difference between life and death was decided.

Zheng Li found it hard to keep watching. He knew that, in this situation, these forward watchtowers were cannon fodder, doomed to be sacrificed.

Without the Spirit Torch, the never-ending tide of demonic beasts was enough to break a person’s will.

Boom—

Accompanied by a loud bang, the watchtower finally collapsed, and the player in the main view was engulfed by the endless swarm, plunging into darkness.

Near Sunset Town, in the newly transformed mudflats, the players who had just sacrificed themselves were resurrected.

The sensation of being gnawed by bugs still spread across their bodies. Even though the pain had been reduced, the feeling was still unforgettable.

The sun-blocking, ever-burning sea of insects had reached the main defenses in front of the bastion.

With the last artillery shell spent, humans were left with nothing but their bare hands to confront these demonic beasts.

Yet contrary to the situation, the players no longer felt despair.

Because at this time, all they had in their minds was how to survive, how to defeat the enemy. On a broader scale, the players had no room to consider these things anymore.

These were concerns for Lu Ban and his group.

“At this rate, it won’t be half a day before this place becomes ruins,” Stone assessed. This was a fortress built and remodeled by the players, featuring defense works and development levels surpassing the age, yet it couldn’t hold out until the end of the Blood Moon. Stone didn’t dare to contemplate the tragedies the residents of the Night Country would face elsewhere.

Shia remained silent, fully aware that these were the hardships her Foreign Domain must endure. This suffering would extend over hundreds of years, claiming countless lives.

Her actions couldn’t change the fated destiny, everything she did was in vain.

However, what she saw before her still touched her heart deeply.

Even if fate couldn’t be changed…

Shia muttered softly as she stepped forward to the very front of the watchtower’s lookout, facing the vanguard of the demonic tide head-on.

She raised her right hand.