Lu Ban finally understood why the Demonic Tide was called the Demonic Tide.

Because it was really like the waves of the sea, and humans were just a drop in the ocean. He even felt that it was a miracle that the people of the Kingdom of Darkness could survive for a thousand years under such an invasion.

If it were the Earth, the entire land would be devastated in less than three months. Even if humans were so ruthless as to use all their stockpiled nuclear warheads to devastate the land and perish together with the monsters, they would probably only be able to slow down the advance of the monster tide by a millimeter.

This is real pollution.

He didn't hesitate.

First of all, my mission is to survive until the end of the demon tide. Not to mention the heart of the winter wolf, if I want to complete this task, I can only pray that this fortress can last for three days.

But now it seems that it would be a miracle if the Black Castle could hold out for just one day, let alone three days.

Then Lu Ban can only try the second path.

Just like the poetry festival on Hedao Island, there are two ways to survive until the end of the poetry festival. Either go through various things and wait for the festival to end, or just blow up the entire island and force the festival to "end".

Lu Ban is now ready to make the demonic tide "end".

As we all know, the source of the demonic tide is its master, such as the winter wolf as tall as a mountain.

If the winter wolf can be dealt with, the frost demonic tide will naturally cease.

The same goes for Plague and Eternal Night.

It's very simple.

All we have to do is find the source of the demonic tide and then eliminate them.

Without any other choice, Lu Ban felt much more relaxed.

This feeling is like facing a vast number of unfinished homework papers, and after a struggle you realize that there is no way you can hand them in on time, so you decide to lie down and wait for death. It's easy and pleasant.

Thinking of this, Lu Ban set off immediately.

He came to the first floor, near the door.

The winter wolves outside were scratching at the walls of the fortress, making a sharp sound that made your teeth ache.

The entire fortress has been covered by winter wolves. The invisible spell barrier has long been frozen and shattered by the ice. The mages on the watchtower are still struggling to hold on, and the rangers who operate the catapults and stone crossbows have all been killed or injured.

Even more serious is the eternal night and the plague.

"Woooooa ...

A crossbowman standing near the window suddenly let out a scream, he raised his hand, and inserted his fingers into his eyes. Veins on the back of his hand bulged, and he dug out the eyeball without hesitation. After throwing away the mass of flesh and blood, his bloody fingers reached into the eye socket again, and as his fingers exerted force, his brain tissue and part of his skull were completely destroyed, and his whole body collapsed.

On the other side, a shadow squirmed under the feet of a ranger standing by the window. Before he could call for help, he was turned inside out, his bones and flesh were exposed, and blood splattered onto the ceiling of the hall.

The two demonic waves invaded the Black Castle with the help of frost and spread rapidly.

A wizard arrived quickly. Faced with the soldier infected with the plague who was rushing towards other rangers, he did not hesitate. He simply raised his hand and twisted the soldier's neck, thus eradicating the source of infection.

Another mage's palm emitted a burst of light, binding the ranger who was entangled by the followers of Eternal Night in the sunlight. With a muffled sound of twisting flesh and bones, the ranger was twisted into a dough twist and collapsed to the ground.

Bang——

The fortress gate was struck with such force that it did not move at all.

Bang——

Another terrifying crash was heard, and then white frost could be seen appearing on the edge of the gate.

The white frost continued to spread, froze, and covered the entire gate.

Flames ignited in the wizard's hands, and he engaged in a tug of war with Bai Shuang.

Anyone could see that if this gate was completely frozen, it would become as fragile as glass and could be easily destroyed by the winter wolves. At that time, all the people in the Black Castle Fortress would become dead souls under the demonic tide.

The chaotic battle continued.

Lu Ban saw Birmingham, a young man holding a crossbow and shooting outside through the window. He may have killed a dozen smaller winter wolves, but this seemed insignificant compared to the number of the demon tide.

"Don't run around. Stay by my side. As long as you don't get close to the window and keep a certain distance, you won't be infected by those things."

Birmingham also saw Lu Ban. He threw a crossbow to Lu Ban, gave him some instructions, and then skillfully shot the crossbow arrow, which resulted in the loss of a winter wolf.

"Trust me, we can stop it."

The boy, who was probably only sixteen or seventeen years old, spoke as if he was talking to himself. He repeated the actions of loading arrows, aiming, and shooting, as if this could make him forget his despair.

As long as you give up thinking, you will not feel fear.

“Ahhhh!”

At the next window, a ranger was infected with the plague. He raised the crossbow that was originally pointing outside the window, aimed it at his jaw, and then, tremblingly, pulled the trigger.

The crossbow arrow pierced his head accurately, from the jaw to the top of the head, causing the sparse contents to splash out and stain the wall.

“You go fill that spot there.”

Birmingham had a blank expression on his face, or rather his expression had long been frozen by the cold winter. He pointed there, motioning Lu Ban to go over there.

Lu Ban didn't move.

"What are you doing? Go quickly."

Birmingham spoke again, and this time, anger could be heard in his tone.

"Your shadow."

Lu Ban pointed at Birmingham's body.

Birmingham was stunned.

He looked down at his feet.

At some point, his shadow began to tremble, like a wire worm encountering water, becoming hideous and twisted.

"Don't move."

As Lu Ban spoke, [Last Words] materialized in his hand.

Without hesitation or breathing, he chose the bullet of the great being's mumbling words and hit Birmingham's shadow.

In an instant, the shadow expanded to its limit, then shrank and twisted, and finally stopped moving with an imperceptible wail.

"Stand back."

Lu Ban grabbed Birmingham's shoulders. Only then did he realize that the boy's clothes were soaked. Birmingham's shoulders were shaking more than ever.

His thoughts came to a halt. As Lu Ban pulled him, Birmingham instinctively trembled. Then, his muscles, which had been tense for too long, suddenly collapsed. He sat on the ground like a slump, tears welling up in his eyes.

All the beliefs that had supported him before were gone, and Birmingham collapsed completely.

"Live well."

Lu Ban patted his shoulder, then stood up and walked to the window.

"It seems that even invisible things can be affected by whispers."

He looked at the chaotic monsters outside the window, the gusts of green plague-carrying wind, and the shadows that were constantly looking for opportunities.

"In this case, Frost should also be affected."

Lu Ban made up his mind and climbed up to the window.

"What are you going to do..."

Birmingham suppressed the trembling of his whole body and finally squeezed out a sound.

"Don't worry, I'll be back after I save the world."

Lu Ban smiled, then turned over and jumped out of the window.