I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

The players also mobilized one after another.

With several batches of test players entering the Kingdom of the Night one after another, there are now more than 2000 players in Sunset Town. Although the number of players seems small, they are all well-trained and have mastered the use of extraordinary items. It is enough to fight the regular army ten times more than the Kingdom of the Night.

More than 2000 people have also reached the limit of Lu Lian, and it still takes a certain amount of strength to sustain people from this world to foreign lands. According to the current situation, Lu Lian can only support so much, and if there are more, later The player probably has no human form, only a slime-like appearance.

Moreover, the number of people is not the core reason for determining victory or defeat.

Lu Jian's task is to help build the magic net to resist this wave of magic. As long as the magic net can be established, then this time's magic wave must also be able to resist.

He held a small piece of brick in his hand, which Lu Jian secretly took out when the foundation of the gray tower was laid.

Although it is just an ordinary brick now, if the gray tower becomes the center of the magic net, it will immediately be endowed with legendary attributes and become the first brick of the gray tower.

But there is not much time left for them.

Let’s not talk about whether we can go to the universe to talk to the old ruler on the moon about networking. The magic wave is coming soon. If we can’t resist this time, there will be no follow-up .

He used [last words] to strengthen the city wall, and made some supernatural props, hoping that the players could resist the tide of magic.

Inside the gray tower, Jost is doing the final finishing work of the magic net. The current monster can be established with only one activation opportunity. At that time, more than 2000 players will become the first batch of users of the magic net, carrying pollution, Make the magic net cover the entire territory of the kingdom of night.

He stopped writing, looked at the parchment in his hand, and sighed.

"Have you ever been inside the Gray Tower?"

He asked Shia beside him.

The mage girl shook her head.

"The top of the gray tower is the eternal torch, and the inside is top secret. I am not qualified to enter the tower that stores the old books. I have only watched it from afar."

Shia replied.

"Now you see it."

Jost joked, he looked around, except for the tall spiral staircase leading to the top of the tower, there are some magic circles and ritual materials, everything is kept ready to be activated, waiting for the destined to be ignited one day.

And that day, Jost knew, was very near.

In reality, the old eggplant moused over those replies. Although it was just a game, he was still a little moved when faced with the city he built brick by brick and the history he witnessed.

[Come on, we must make it through! 】

[Even if it's only in the game, those who have experienced these are enough to be called heroes! 】

[If there is no way to resist the demon tide, will this world be destroyed? 】

【Don't do that kind of thing! 】

[Will there be an official live broadcast? 】

[I'm a bit afraid to watch, let me know the result when the time comes]

Some people regard it as a major event in the game, while others look forward to the arrival of a big battle. Only the players know that what they are facing is not the virtual data, but the real torrent.

After being in Kingdom of the Night for so long, even the newest players have developed feelings for it.

This tormented land deserves at least one dawn.

The old eggplant looked at his group chat, it was extremely quiet today, and everyone held their breath.

The helmet has been in a state of sufficient power, and the old eggplant looked at the time, and it was almost the same.

He picked up the helmet with a sense of ritual, lay on the bed, and put it on.

"Link starts."

In the sea of ​​stars, the old eggplant returned to the Kingdom of the Night.

His first feeling was that the surroundings were a little dark.

It should be noon in the game now, when the sun is at its strongest, but Old Eggplant feels like dusk and sunset.

He raised his head.

Seeing between the clouds, the sun gradually dimmed, as if being gradually obscured by something.

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

In the vast forest and the clear sky, a round of moon gradually rises.

The moon was no longer as clear and bright as before, only the deepest blood color, like a wound that was about to ooze huge blood.

got windy.

The entire forest swayed unceasingly, and the breeze turned into a strong wind, which made people unable to open their eyes.

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

"coming."

With a light voice, all the players picked up their weapons.

at the same time.

The entire Kingdom of the Night was shrouded in a huge shadow, and the blood moon appeared above everyone's heads.

Near the Duke's Mansion in Sunset Town, the potbellied man looked at the moon in horror, and hurriedly got into the fleeing carriage.

The townspeople huddled up at home, cuddling each other, with despair covering their eyes.

In the palace of the kingdom, the king of the Kingdom of the Night had deep eyes and couldn't help trembling.

Those court mages walked around, anxiety and panic spread rapidly.

A mage looked at the falling night, holding a letter in his hand with a solemn expression.

A gust of wind caused the treetops of the Black Forest to shake, like a group of dancing girls, calling for the descending of certain gods, shaking constantly, weird and distorted.

A kind of bone-gnashing chill rushed up the spine, making people shudder unconsciously.

Although he has already been attacked by monsters twice, the old eggplant knows deeply that this is different from before.

He could feel that under the radiance of the crimson moonlight, some kind of fear in his heart was constantly growing, and he gradually wanted to overwhelm his will to fight. As long as he relaxed a little, he would fall to his knees and meet the fate of death.

In the forest, something is about to burst out of the ground.

Putting aside his distracting thoughts, the old eggplant stared at the forest and saw that the trees seemed to have grown a lot taller.

No, it wasn't that the trees grew taller, but that the dormant monsters in them flew up.

A flash of lightning suddenly appeared, and the old eggplant realized that the sky was covered by dark clouds, and the raindrops fell, making it even more bleak.

At this moment, the old eggplant finally saw those monsters clearly, they were countless bugs, wriggling and flying in the most frightening appearance, coming towards Sunset Town.

And such a torrent appeared in the entire world almost at the same time, like a giant net, gradually gathering and closing, covering the entire civilization.

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===740. Wall of Sighs===

Just as Jost said, the magic tide of thousands of feet is characterized by quantity.

However, all the demon tides are the result of the gathering and impact of a large number of monsters. There are a lot of monsters, so why can Qianzu get such an evaluation?

The answer is that there are simply too many of them.

The old eggplant has experienced two attacks caused by the migration of monsters before. The first time was like a plague of locusts in the real world. Countless insects came out of the forest and attacked humans continuously. The second time was even more spectacular. The swarms of insects Covering the sky, like a black surge.

He originally thought that the magic wave was slightly stronger than this, maybe it was more visually shocking.

However, when the old eggplant really saw the main body of Mochao, he realized that he was wrong, and his mistake was outrageous.

The dense worms are like a thick wall. This wall is infinitely high and thick. It not only obscures the sun, but also brings despair.

These bugs don't simply attack humans, but replace what they see.

Old Eggplant looked up, trying to find the top of the worm wall, but he soon found that he couldn't see the end at all.

It was like a tsunami that touched the sky and overturned from the deep sea. As far as the naked eye could see, there was nothing but bugs. The endless torrent swallowed the forest, vegetation, air, and even time and space. It's as if they've been devoured by swarms of insects

That hopeless wall can only make old eggplant sigh.

This feeling that the whole world was hitting him head-on shattered the old eggplant's original ambitions.

No human can match such a monster, and never will.

The fear before dying occupied his heart, and he didn't come back to himself until a player made a voice.

It's time to fight.

Do you really want to fight these things?

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

Even if you can barely resist this time, there are still more than a dozen kinds of such demon tides, and they will continue for thousands of years. Now you can survive by luck, but death follows you like a shadow, hanging above your head like a big sword, making you unable to survive for the rest of your life. Andu.

Many veterans who have been on the battlefield will develop ptsd, which is post-traumatic stress disorder. They will recall the tragic situations they have seen on the battlefield in the dead of night when everyone else is asleep. He overreacts to ordinary stimuli and lives in fear throughout his life.

A great sense of despair enveloped the old eggplant, and he saw some players take action.

"Three days, as long as we persist for three days, we will be able to complete the task. Let's cheer up."

Said one optimistic player.

His words made many people take action. Games, sometimes faced with those horrible scenes, players still have to play.

You can't stop advancing the plot just because you're afraid of death.

Three days in the game is only one day in the real world, and you may have to charge it two or three times in the middle.

I have worked hard for so long, so I can't let it go now.

The audience who were watching the live broadcast couldn't help holding their breath because of this scene.

When Zheng Li saw the picture on the screen, he felt that Lu Jian was already very gentle back then.

The scenes in the movie obviously did not fully present the horror of the magic tide due to technical reasons, or maybe according to the setting, the magic tide after thousands of years is not as dangerous as it was before, or it may be the influence of the spirit torch, in short, now The atmosphere of the live broadcast is quite depressing, making people feel hopeless.

Fuck, how do you fight, there is no need to fight at all?

This number is too exaggerated, and it cannot be filled with human lives.

How to fight without magic, just hit it with a cannon, and it will be submerged in no time