In the evening, Old Eggplant did not play games.

At this point, he should be working in the Kingdom of Darkness, harvesting, or practicing his swordsmanship or playing cards with other players.

But today is different.

He looked at the title of the most replied post in the forum.

[The demonic tide is coming, and the Kingdom of Night is about to face its greatest crisis! ]

The post was about a discussion about the Demonic Tide. The court wizard had sent a message a few days ago that the Demonic Tide of the Kingdom of Night would arrive in a few days. By then, the blood moon would come, and the earth would fall into eternal darkness. Countless monsters would surge and destroy everything.

The players also mobilized.

With several groups of test players entering the Kingdom of Darkness one after another, the player force in Dusk Town has now reached more than 2,000 people. Although the number seems small, they are all well-trained and have mastered the use of extraordinary items. They are enough to fight against the regular army of the Kingdom of Darkness that is more than ten times larger.

More than two thousand people has reached Lu Ban's limit. It still requires a certain amount of power to maintain the people of this world descending to the foreign land. And according to the current situation, Lu Ban can only support so much. If there are more, the later players may not have a human form, but only a slime-like appearance.

Moreover, the number of people is not the core factor that determines victory or defeat.

Lu Ban’s mission is to help build the magic net and resist this magic tide. As long as the magic net can be built, this magic tide can surely be resisted.

He was holding a small brick in his hand, which was what Lu Ban 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 network, it will immediately be endowed with legendary attributes and become the first brick of the Gray Tower.

But they don't have much time left.

Let's not talk about whether we can go to the universe to talk to the Old One on the moon about networking. The demon tide is coming soon. If we can't resist it this time, there will be no way to talk about the follow-up.

He used [Last Words] to reinforce the city walls and created some miscellaneous extraordinary props, hoping that the players could resist the demonic tide.

Inside the Gray Tower, Jost was doing the final finishing work on the magic network. The current monsters only needed an activation opportunity to be established. By then, more than 2,000 players would become the first batch of users of the magic network, carrying the pollution and allowing the magic network to cover the entire territory of the Kingdom of Darkness.

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

"Have you ever been inside the Gray Tower?"

He asked Xia who was beside him.

The wizard girl shook her head.

"At the top of the Grey Tower is a spirit torch that never goes out, and the interior is top secret. I am not qualified to enter the tower where the ancient books are stored. I have only looked at it from afar."

Shia replied.

“Now you see it.”

Jost joked as he looked around. Apart from the tall spiral staircase leading to the top of the tower, there were also some magic arrays and ritual materials. Everything was kept in a state where it could be activated at any time, waiting for the destined day to be ignited.

And that day, Jost knew, was very near.

In reality, Lao Qiezi's mouse moved across the replies. Although it was just a game, he was still moved by the city he built brick by brick and the history he witnessed.

【Come on, you must get through it! 】

[Even if it's just in the game, those who have experienced this are worthy of being called heroes! ]

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

【Don’t do that kind of thing! 】

【Will there be an official live broadcast? 】

[I'm a little afraid to watch it, just tell me 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 major war. Only players know that what they are facing are not virtual data, but a real torrent.

After spending so much time in the Kingdom of Night, even the newest players have developed feelings for this place.

This land that has suffered so much deserves at least one dawn.

Old Eggplant looked at his group chat. It was particularly quiet today and everyone was holding their breath.

The helmet has always been in a state of sufficient power. Old Eggplant looked at the time and it was almost time.

He picked up the helmet ceremoniously, lay on the bed, and put it on.

"Link begins."

In that sea of ​​stars, Old Eggplant returned to the Kingdom of Night.

His first feeling was that it was a little dark around him.

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

He raised his head.

Between the clouds, the sun gradually dimmed, as if it was gradually obscured by something.

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

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

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

It's windy.

The whole forest began to sway, and the breeze turned into a strong gale, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

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

“Here I come.”

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

at the same time.

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

Near the Duke's Mansion in Rimu Town, the pot-bellied man looked at the moon in horror and hurriedly got on the escape carriage.

The townspeople huddled in their homes, leaning against each other, despair clouding their eyes.

In the palace of the kingdom, the King of the Kingdom of Night looked deep in the eyes and couldn't help but tremble.

The court mages walked back and forth, and anxiety and panic quickly spread.

A wizard was looking at the falling night, holding a letter in his hand with a serious expression.

A gust of wind caused the treetops in the Black Forest to sway, like a group of dancers summoning the arrival of some gods, shaking constantly, strangely and twisted.

A kind of bone-chilling chill that makes one's teeth gnash goes up the spine, making one shiver unconsciously.

Although he had experienced two attacks by monsters, Old Eggplant knew deeply that this was different from the previous ones.

He could feel that under the crimson moonlight, a certain fear in his heart was growing and gradually trying to overwhelm his will to fight. If he relaxed even a little, he would fall to his knees and meet his fate of death.

In the forest, something is ready to break through.

Old Eggplant put aside all distractions, 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 monsters dormant inside them took off.

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

At this moment, Old Eggplant finally saw those monsters clearly. They were countless insects, wriggling and flying in the most terrifying manner, heading towards Rimu Town.

Such a torrent appeared almost simultaneously throughout the world, like a giant net that gradually gathered and closed, covering the entire civilization.