I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

But there are too many.

Of these hundreds of bugs, even if only one fish slipped through the net, it would be enough to cause huge trauma.

Under the absolute suppression of firepower, even magic seemed pale and powerless.

boom -

Hundreds of secrets were sparse, and a bug hit the gray tower.

In the sound of the explosion, the wreckage of countless buildings flew out.

Shia's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition arose.

She saw that in the smoke and dust, the gray tower was riddled with holes, as if it would collapse in the next moment.

However, the gray tower is still there.

At this moment, everyone's attention was attracted by this dilapidated tower.

At the top of the tower, there is a man standing.

He was wearing a red robe, his face was haggard, and there was still blood on the corner of his mouth.

Jost laughed unconsciously.

He laughed because he finally found the answer.

In this dark, hopeless, night-shrouded world, a little fire is really needed.

This flame is not a god who has abandoned mankind, nor is it the old ruler who created monsters.

This flame, Jost finally understood now.

is himself.

===745. Year of Burning Fire===

The tower still stood, but the flames had not yet been lit.

There was one thing missing, Jost thought, something pure, fundamental, down to the root.

There are three conditions for the existence of the magic net.

The first is the agreement between the mage and the monster, which represents the contract and oath, the law, the order, and the foundation of everything.

The second is knowledge, the knowledge from the great beings, the old rulers, and the ancient books, as well as the derived spells, are the source of everything.

Finally, there is the sacrifice.

To carry the pollution, to consecrate oneself, to sacrifice one's sacrifice in eternal silence.

It's a continuation of everything.

At this moment, the players have already signed an agreement, reached an agreement with the magic net, and the foundation has been established.

Through Jost's ceremony, those long-standing knowledge will also be poured into the magic net, becoming a spell that everyone can master, with a long source.

Only sacrifices were left.

Once the three conditions are confirmed, Jost will be able to materialize the magic net immediately. In the land of the kingdom of night, all people will have the opportunity to access the magic net. In an instant, the flame of the torch will burn all over Here, it illuminates the dark night sky.

From then on, Kingdom of the Night will start a history of struggle and sacrifice that lasts for thousands of years. Countless people will die because of this, and countless people will be born in this struggle, opening their eyes and looking at the world.

The tide came surging, engulfing everything, destroying everything, and the monsters that destroyed the world covered the sky and the sun, and even the air seemed to smell the smell of blood and fire intertwined.

Jost stood at the top of the tower, the top of the tower that gathered the efforts of countless people just to challenge the unreasonable god.

He was able to overlook the world and witness the suffering and struggle of this foreign land.

In front of you is a terrifying beast, and behind you is your crumbling home.

it's time.

He thought that he already knew the answer a long time ago, but making this decision required great courage.

Because that is not just the sacrifice of one person, but the sacrifice of countless people from now on.

Jost can give his life in any form at any time, just to save the world he loves, but he has no right to decide the dedication of others, and what Jost will do next is the most extreme arrogance, Because he will decide the fate of thousands of mages in the future.

And Jost himself will be bound to this tower forever, witnessing all the sacrifices and deaths that will follow until the end of the world.

At the last moment of his life, he could give up everything and die suddenly, no matter what the flood after death.

But he didn't do that.

Jost stood at the top of the gray tower, the top of the empty tower.

"It is said that those powerful mages can leave a curse on the world when they die."

"The knowledge they carry exceeds the limits of mortals. They sublimate themselves and control the rules, even comparable to gods."

"Therefore, when they fall, the most hated, desperate, and angry will will be turned into a curse."

"There are lakes that contain thousands of pollutions, and it's maddening just to look at them."

"There is an eternal storm, frenzied and raging, wiping out all living beings."

"There are also towering towers that distort all living things around them, causing corruption to blossom and bear fruit."

Jost's vision at this moment has transcended the present, from the emergence of civilization in this world to the distant future, he can see everything at a glance.

Nosebleeds flowed quietly, which was a sign that some kind of spell was about to be cast.

"I, Jost, the first chief mage of the Gray Tower, before I die, what I want to leave behind is not a curse, but a hope."

Beside him, a trace of electric current surged, and the swirling storm formed a huge and frenzied vortex above his head, even monsters were afraid of it.

He looked up, stared at the crimson vortex, passed through the clouds, looked at the red moon, and looked at all the present, past, and future people in this world who were trying to fight against the god.

Then he spoke.

"Agni the Burner, you once protected the thirteen duchies with your own strength. In the face of the demon tide, your brilliance was more blazing than the sun. At the last moment of your sanity, you chose to sacrifice yourself and sacrificed the original sixteen principalities. The tide of dao magic has been reduced to fourteen, and the curse you left behind is still lingering in the extreme north, it is a fire tornado that devours everything."

"Fular, the unyielding flower, you developed and improved medicine to save the country on the brink of collapse in the great plague. Those enchanting flowers were once the most feared nightmare of monsters. When you walked the earth, the white flowers once bloomed. The entire black forest is full, and even your fall is extremely beautiful, the curse is the bright red thorns growing in the deepest part of the black forest, which continue to eliminate monsters, and it has been the same for a hundred years."

"The author of the question, Jason, the maze spell you created is still imprisoning a demonic lord. You are the first to show humans that those monsters are not invincible. Even if they are weak, humans can still use their wisdom to match them. , even after you fall, your curse has become a barrier that monsters cannot break through."

He said, traveling through time and space, talking to the great mages who once walked the earth.

Those most desperate, extreme, and most indignant curses poured into his brain along with a massive amount of knowledge that was enough to destroy his will.

"All mages in this world, I, Jost, hereby make an oath with you."

The rays of light interweave to form a huge net, and in the middle of that net is him.

"I promise you that as long as you are willing to extend your hand, then I will always answer your prayers."

In the void, countless illusory hands stretched out towards him, either firm, panicked, longing, or angry, prayers containing countless emotions flowed into his consciousness along the big net of rays of light.

The first handshake is the last prayer in despair, the babble of struggling in pain, and the howling of anger, whatever it is, it represents a will, that is, to believe in the existence of hope and to try to get closer to it .

In an instant, Jost's eyes, nose, mouth, and ears poured out a lot of blood, his skin was flushed, white smoke came out, and some kind of blazing flame would rise from under his skin.

Emotion and will are far more tormenting than knowledge. His eyes are only scarlet, and his whole person is about to strip off the last of his humanity and become a mark, an indelible existence.

So, without any hesitation, Jost stretched out his hand towards those prayers.

The second handshake is not to betray, not to disappoint, and not to ignore anyone's response.

Jost endured the pollution brought by all the knowledge, and those huge curses turned into entities and flowed into his body. Through this action, the will of the great mages that Kingdom of the Night is proud of through the ages through the invisible giant The net is brought together.

Some people sneered, some had tears in their eyes, some were perplexed, and some were complacent, but all the will stretched out their hands towards him without hesitation.

They are very clear that choosing Joost is equivalent to putting themselves in a cage, and their will will be forever imprinted on the magic net. From now on, countless mages will pray to them, and those Knowledge from other lands will also be imprinted in their brains through the magic web, along with pollution.

They will bear all the pollution for the entire Kingdom of the Night forever.

Even so, they chose Jost.

Just like I once chose hope.

The moment the two hands clasped together, the spell was about to be completed.

"pray"

Spelling out the word with his last strength, his whole body was shrouded in pale flames.

The flame was weak and swaying, and in the strong wind, it seemed that it would be extinguished in the next second.

Shia quickly realized what he was going to do, she immediately closed her eyes, and began to pray to the gray tower like praying to the gods for the gift of magic at midnight every day.

Seeing this scene, Drizzt also closed his eyes.

More people began to pray.

A player who used to fight monsters in the flowers naked.

Harvesting in the wheat field, looking at the player looking at the golden waves of wheat.

Fighting iron lizards, building fortresses, learning magic, players who really live in this kingdom of night.

The townspeople who were dominated by fear, the mages who resisted tenaciously, and the audience from another world who watched the live broadcast in front of the computer.

Everyone started praying.

Magic is spiritual power.

A powerful mage must have a strong will.

And the most powerful spells will inevitably carry the most steadfast prayers.

The countless, layer upon layer, majestic prayers, like a tsunami, converged on the gray tower along the gradually dimming network.

Willing to bear such a fate, willing to turn into firewood, ignite oneself, and illuminate the will of this dark world.

It was a promise, a contract, an oath.

In this darkest, most desperate, and painful moment, they choose to believe in hope.

This is the third handshake.

Thus, the construction of the largest spell in the Kingdom of the Night through the ages was completed.

The pale flame above the gray tower burned blazingly in an instant, and the light penetrated the clouds, the crowds, and the densely packed monsters.