In the Kingdom of Night, in a fortress somewhere.

The swarm of insects has covered the entire sky. They rise up from the twisted grass and trees of the Black Forest, trying to gnaw even the stones wherever they see.

The armor of the remaining knights in the fortress was tattered. They had resisted two waves of Zerg attacks, and most of them had been killed. The remaining ones had empty eyes and numb expressions. Obviously, in this desperate battle, not only their bodies but also their minds were tortured. Even if they could survive by chance, their understanding of the world would change drastically and they would never be able to go back to the past.

A knight looked at the swarms of insects all over the mountains outside the fortress. His eyes moved and he lowered his head. He looked at the long sword in his hand, which was full of gaps from constantly killing insects. He felt a little bored.

Why am I staying here?

What is the reason why I keep fighting?

This world will eventually be devoured and destroyed by monsters. The torture I endure here is meaningless.

He felt a soft whisper in his ear, coaxing him.

The knight raised his sword and placed it across his neck.

The people around him noticed his actions and some stood up to stop him, but their movements revealed hesitation.

The feeling of despair spread, and the knight slashed the sword across the neck. The rough and notched blade still caused the flesh to unfold and the blood to flow.

The knight was speechless, his throat was clogged with blood foam, a final flash of regret flashed in his eyes, he grabbed the wound on his throat with both hands, trying to stop the blood from flowing out, he kicked his legs wildly, but eventually he gradually lost strength, his whole body limp, meeting the end of his life.

The others looked at each other, it was impossible for them to say that they didn't have similar thoughts.

Boom——

At this moment, an impact came, and the wall in front finally collapsed due to the gnawing of the insects. The black swarm of insects poured into the fortress. The knights suddenly felt a little regretful and wanted to chase after the person who committed suicide.

But time has not given them more opportunities.

A moment later, the fortress was completely razed to the ground, and not even the corpses of the knights were left behind, only the howling of the cold wind.

Such situations can be seen everywhere in the Kingdom of Night today.

This situation will continue for several days in the Kingdom of Night.

In this world that is more torturous than hell, even a normal death is a luxury.

In a village near the Black Forest, two elderly men who could not walk sat on a bench and looked at the swarm of insects. They held each other's hands tightly and closed their eyes as the swarm of insects swooped down.

In a big town a little further away, a mother held her child and looked at the insects flying in the air, her eyes full of despair.

Even the nobles, seeing the sky being gradually eroded in the distance, had no choice but to flee.

In the face of the devil's tide, all differences in power, status, strength, and identity were wiped out at the speed of light, and only death was the only equality.

Sunset Town.

The appearance of the Pale Knights excited all the players present.

The attack of the insect swarm seemed to have weakened a lot. Some insects found it difficult to take down the insects here, so they turned to cause trouble in other areas.

The bugs that were attacking the fortress were blocked by the players' various strange and extraordinary props, making it difficult for them to break through the building.

A ray of light burst out from the Pale Knight's flag, piercing through the blocking swarm of insects like a sharp knife. The light bloomed, forcibly cutting a path through the sea of ​​​​insects.

The knights marched towards the fortress. They were very fast. Although they were only walking, it was as if they were riding horses. This must be the effect of magic.

In a moment, the knights arrived in the town. They opened their barriers, continuously releasing fire and ice, attacking the swarm of insects hovering in the sky, and protecting the people in the town.

Time passes by every second.

Even though the defenses of Dusk Town could temporarily resist the swarm of insects, death and wailing were everywhere in the rest of the Kingdom of Night.

Jost was on top of the tower, in front of him were scattered parchments, on which were written the final ritual process of the magic network.

In a flash of inspiration, Jost finally completed what might be the greatest spell in the Kingdom of Night from ancient times to the present, in the past, present, and future, at any time and any place.

Now, all that was left was to light it on fire.

However, Jost hesitated.

Is it really possible for him to make such a decision arbitrarily?

He looked into the distance.

The fortress was crumbling in the storm of the Zerg. Undead players continued to rise one after another, constantly reborn from the quagmire, gathering and rushing towards the battlefield.

The mages in the town held their flags high. Facing the surging tide of insects, they were not afraid of death. Even if their bodies were contaminated, they continued to use magic to protect the townspeople.

On the fortress watchtower that contrasted with the Gray Tower in the distance, Lu Ban and others who were helping him were also trying their best to defeat the swarm of insects.

In such a world, I feel out of place.

Jost heard a rumbling sound.

Perhaps it was because the advancement speed here was too slow, or perhaps it was because the existence of the Chosen One attracted the attention of monsters, and huge insects emerged on the other side of the horizon.

Under the chitinous shell of the insect was a soft body covered with mucus. It was huge and bloated, like a diseased tumor. The insect floated in mid-air with countless wriggling tentacles hanging down. It was like a piece of rotten meat, exuding a terrifying and hideous aura. Its sixteen eyes looked in different directions, making people feel creepy.

There are many more bugs like this.

Just like balloons floating over, the swarm of insects made way for these insects, forming a series of empty roads.

Seeing this scene, Xia's expression changed slightly.

"Get rid of those bugs first."

She pointed to the one in front.

Then, the magic in his hand crossed a distance of a hundred meters and flew towards the insect.

But before the magic could hit, the bug exploded.

Boom——

There was a flash of light that was enough to temporarily blind a person, followed by a huge roar. The insect exploded like a balloon, and the shock wave caused, accompanied by flames, devoured all of its own kind. The blast airflow came head-on towards the fortress, messing up Xia's hair.

In Xia's era, there were such mutant insects in the Millipede. Although they moved relatively slowly, their destructive power was amazing. If there were no torches to block them, these insect swarms could easily enter the vicinity of the fortress, detonate themselves, and destroy the fortifications.

More importantly, with the advantage in numbers, the explosion is endless.

Mages can use various means to snipe these bugs from a distance, but if one slips through the net, all their efforts will be wasted.

In addition, there are bugs that move faster, like rolling balls, but have less destructive power, as well as bugs that devour magic, bugs that specialize in cutting steel, bugs that can hide their bodies, and other specialized bugs.

These bugs usually appear on the second or third day of the blood moon, and that's when things get really tough.

But now, the demonic tide had only begun for half a day, and these mutated insects had already appeared on the battlefield.

Boom——

Xia saw that a sentry tower in front was hit by the exploding bug, and a small mushroom cloud rose up. After the smoke dissipated, only ruins were left there.

More exploding bugs appeared on the battlefield. Xia didn't know whether this was a ripple of history caused by the arrival of the Chosen One. She only knew that if things continued like this, the damage caused by this magic tide would be much greater than in history, more territories would fall, and the butterfly effect might affect more history.

This is the struggle of the Kingdom of Night.

Even if humans have won for thousands of years, the monsters only need to win once to decide the outcome.

Whoosh——

Several smaller, shuttle-like insects fell from the exploding insect. They were extremely fast and numerous, and in a blink of an eye they passed over the insect swarm, passed over the fortress, hit the magic barrier in the town, and hit the standing gray tower.

Boom boom boom boom——

A series of explosions sounded, and Trist saw that under the smoke, although the magic barrier still existed, it was damaged a lot and cracks appeared. The mages inside were struggling to hold on, and the frequency of attacks decreased as the erosion of pollution accelerated.

As for the tall gray tower, the explosion caused damage to its body, and the entire tower was like a candle in the wind, shaking on the verge of collapse.

Jost was shocked and fell to the ground, blood flowing from his arm. Jost kept coughing, and blood splattered on the parchment, which was shocking.

He knew it was time.

Jost stood up and stood on the top of the gray tower.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh——

There were hundreds of similar insects, flying towards the gray tower in messy tracks.

They seemed to be afraid of something, in awe of something, terrified of something, and were eager to destroy this tower that had not yet played any role.

Xia tried her best to intercept these bugs.

But the number is too much.

Among these hundreds of insects, even if only one escapes the net, it is enough to cause huge damage.

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

Boom——

There is always a loophole and a bug hits the gray tower.

Amid the explosion, countless debris from buildings flew out.

Xia's heart skipped a beat, and she had a bad feeling.

She saw that in the smoke and dust, the gray tower was full of holes and looked like it would collapse at any moment.

However, the Gray Tower remains.

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

At the top of the tower, there stood a man.

He was wearing a red robe, his face was haggard, and there was blood at the corners of his mouth that had not yet been wiped off.

Jost laughed unconsciously.

He smiled because he finally found the answer.

In this dark, desperate, night-shrouded world, we really need a little flame.

This flame is not the god who abandoned humanity, nor is it the Old One who created monsters.

Jost now finally understood this flame.

It's him.