Some knowledge also emerged in Stone's mind, some of which he already knew and some of which he had not yet encountered.

But miraculously, this knowledge did not come with pollution, and Stone was able to read it easily and absorb this knowledge without worrying about erosion.

Of course, Stone could also feel that this knowledge was like a spider web wrapped around his brain and could be pulled out at any time. Once it disappeared, these would also be pulled out of his brain.

This is how the leyline works, blocking the spread of contamination by temporarily granting knowledge.

Stone even glimpsed some knowledge that transcends human limits and deals with great existence.

Seeing this, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Since he can see it, then Drizzt...

Stone couldn't help but look at Trist who was recovering his strength after using [Simulated Sunfire] beside him.

Drizzt closed his eyes slightly. He could also see the golden threads. The knowledge brought by the torch's flame poured into his mind. As a tried and tested chosen one, Drizzt knew very well what he needed. He was not as curious as those who were exposed to such things for the first time.

Soon, Trist found what he wanted from this knowledge.

The knowledge that imprisons the gods.

The mages of the Kingdom of Night had tried to become gods in the past. Some mages learned about the existence of the Old Ones before they died. They have been studying how to suppress that power and fight against it. Although the mages who have access to this have either died or gone mad, through the torches and the magic network, those great souls who have fallen have been able to contribute all their knowledge. In the magic network, thoughts beyond time and space collided and obtained some answers.

Drizzt grasped that knowledge quickly.

However, this knowledge will disappear with exiting the magic network, and after leaving the Kingdom of Night, Drizzt will forget everything.

However, as a chosen one, Tristram knew how to imprint this knowledge.

Just then, he felt himself being shaken.

Opening his eyes, Drizzt saw that Stone was looking at him with some worry.

"I'm fine."

Drizzt responded that he thought Stone was worried about weakening himself from overexerting his powers.

"The swarm has retreated."

At this time, a player suddenly said.

The swarm of insects that had originally come with great force now retreated as if they were afraid of the shadow of the sun. They struggled and withered in the pale flames, leaving behind a pile of corpses.

But the light of the Gray Tower was far stronger than the torches in the fortress that Lu Ban had seen.

The light of that pale sun radiated like a real sun.

The sun was shining brightly wherever the eye could see, and even the blood moon hanging high in the sky seemed to have faded.

The light penetrated the Black Forest, causing the twisted, eroded trees to burn. The large flames did not produce thick smoke. The plants were like heated and melted butter, crumbling, splitting, turning into dust and dissipating in the sunlight.

The light of the torch was everywhere over a thousand miles.

This ray of light directly opened up a large area of ​​black forest and took back a lot of land that humans had lost over the years. Obviously, from now on, the center of the Kingdom of Night will be moved to the vicinity of the Gray Tower, and a new country will be established with this as the center, and eventually it will become what Lu Ban saw.

He looked at the small brick in his hand.

【Gray Tower Foundation Stone】

[The first brick in the construction of the Grey Tower]

[In the long struggle against the demonic tide, the establishment of the Grey Tower is a symbol, which represents that humans are finally able to control the extraordinary]

【But what is the price? 】

Lu Ban now finally understood the words in the item description.

In the past, mages passively endured pollution, were unable to control erosion, and eventually fell into madness and alienation, just like humans who rely on certain natural weather changes to harvest and farm.

After the Gray Tower is built, the mages will be able to actively control this power and use it for their own benefit.

As for the price.

He looked toward the quietly burning tower.

As Jost once said, saving the entire world with one person's life in exchange for the continuation of the world is a very worthwhile thing.

Even if the Country of Darkness could not hold out in the end and was destroyed by the demonic tide, becoming another foreign tombstone, the process of resistance could not be forgotten.

Moreover, there were many witnesses.

In front of the computer, Zheng Li, who had just finished watching this scene, only then remembered to breathe.

He couldn't utter a word. The moment the pale flame ignited, he felt as if a piece of his heart was dug out.

This kind of scene was not new to him. In fact, he had witnessed many of them.

Zheng Li's experience in studying medicine made him know many people who went against the tide. These people were in war-torn areas, barren areas, desperate areas, and places where people avoided them, but they faced the challenges head-on, saving the dying and the wounded, and saving the world.

This is also the reason why he chose medicine in the first place.

And more often than not, in human history, there are similar people who ignite themselves in order to illuminate others.

If Zheng Li felt the fearless spirit of the mages who sacrificed themselves when watching "The Demonic Tide", then what he witnessed now was a grand sacrifice.

And all this seemed to have been destined.

The blood moon has not ended yet, and the spirit torch needs to burn more lives. Behind every burning flame is a living person who has his own family, life, and dreams. However, when the devil tide comes, everything turns into pale flames, burning briefly and releasing dazzling light, illuminating the world.

Zheng Li even began to think about what he would choose if he faced a similar situation.

Even though he could now confidently say that he was able to sacrifice himself, in reality, he knew very well that he was not that brave and selfless.

It is for this reason that Zheng Li admires those mages who sacrificed themselves even more.

It is hard to imagine that just watching a live game broadcast could make Zheng Li think about these things and have such feelings.

But everything in the Kingdom of Night seemed to be real, making it impossible to accept that it was just virtual.

Three days later.

As the blood moon disappeared, Old Eggplant took off his helmet. Only one day had passed in real time. He charged his battery three times and ate and slept at the minimum required to replenish his strength.

To him, this period of time seemed like several months had passed.

He had a feeling of loss. Those who fought alongside him were like real friends.

After getting up, Lao Qiezi didn't have time to go to the group chat or post on Weibo to show off. He went to the bathroom and washed his face.

It was dusk and the bathroom was dark. Old Eggplant looked at himself in the mirror and suddenly, inspiration struck him.

Instead of reaching out to turn on the light, he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

Flames burst out from his fingertips, rising and lighting up the room.