I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler - Chapter 747

Chapter 747 746. No one knows

At the moment when the magic web was successfully constructed, everyone in the Kingdom of Night heard a roar.

The   Masters noticed that there were silk threads in the air that looked like real objects. These threads of light spread from their chests, extending toward the sky at an infinite height, and entangled together halfway, forming a huge net.

In their consciousness, a flame appeared in the gloomy and dark night, like a pale sun, bringing weak light to the earth.

Some knowledge came to their consciousness, it was a contract.

This contract promises uncontaminated knowledge and power, but it also requires sacrifice and dedication.

Some mages hesitated, some were happy, and some were at a loss.

But some people still choose to accept.

They may be poor people suffering from pollution and dying soon, or they may be idealists who are lofty and determined to save the world, or maybe they just want to seize the last trace in this dark and desperate world. hope.

So the fire was lit.

Somewhere in the fortress, a pale flame ignited on the body of a dying mage. The faint light did not burn the surrounding things, but made the fortress suddenly light up.

The soldiers who were struggling to resist suddenly found that in the dim light, these swarms were actually ignited.

Those terrifying, seemingly invincible bugs struggled to retreat in the light of the flames, fled, trying to leave the irradiated range of the light.

The soldiers felt incredible. At first they thought it was a gift from the gods, but when they searched for the source of the fire, they only saw the companion who used to fight side by side with them, wailing in pain, rolling and twisting in the pale flames. .

Until then, they didn’t know who saved them.

As more and more mages connected to the magic net, the entire network gradually grew and became strong, forming a sanctuary covering the entire country of the night.

Overlooking the earth, one, two, three, more flames ignited. These mages used themselves as firewood, lit the torches, and illuminated the world with the dim but enough light to dispel despair.

At this time, ordinary people also saw it, and the air was filled with silk threads like catkins.

Simple knowledge flows into their minds along these threads, and a world unfolds before these people.

In this barren and backward world, in the age of ignorance, many people spend their whole lives only living in their own towns. They have never seen the vast land, and they have never seen those mighty mountains, rivers, rivers and oceans.

However, now, an opportunity appeared in front of them.

As long as you sign a contract and agree to access the magic net, you will have endless knowledge to acquire, and you can change your destiny by relying on your own hands.

Knowledge is no longer a dreaded pollution, but a benefit that everyone can enjoy. The price of all this is to sacrifice one’s life when the tide comes and when it is needed.

Some people refused, wanting to live in peace and living in their own homes, while others hesitated. They yearned for knowledge and strength, but were discouraged from sacrifice and dedication. Some responded directly to handshake. For them, The status quo is bad enough that nothing can be more hopeless.

The little sparks of fire continued to pour out, illuminating the sky of the Kingdom of Night.

In this long and painful battle against the tide of magic, for the first time, human beings have the light of hope.

That is not the turn of the tide by one or two heroes in a desperate situation, but a small-scale miracle composed of ordinary you and me.

For the Kingdom of Night, the era of heroes is over, and history is no longer driven by one or two brilliant geniuses and great men.

For the Kingdom of Night, the age of mortals has begun.

From now on, the fate of fighting against the magic tide will be engraved in everyone’s heart, and there will be no ancient heroes in this world, because everyone who lives here is a hero.

Similarly, as the first group of players to come into contact with the magic net, some complicated protocols also appeared in the old eggplant’s mind in Niigata Town.

He raised his right hand, and the silver thread was wrapped around his fingertips. The old eggplant now understands that this is the cornerstone of this world, the law of this world.

At this moment, he only needs to move his fingers to move these silver threads, thereby mobilizing the underlying laws of the entire world and rewriting reality. This is the essence of magic.

He closed his eyes, but he didn’t feel the darkness. The stars in the sky were shining brightly, and each one opened his arms to him. In front of the old eggplant, countless knowledge overflowed.

Old Eggplant recalled how amazing he was when he first came into contact with the Internet.

In that monotonous and somewhat unpretentious age, the Internet brought a subversive cognition to the old eggplant. For the first time, he felt the vastness of the world. His originally peaceful life was like a black and white photo, and that The richness and variety on the Internet is what it really looks like.

For the current old eggplant, the influx of knowledge has also given him a completely different view of the world.

It is hard to imagine that there is such a wealth of knowledge in a game.

For the old eggplant, the Kingdom of Night is a real world.

Similarly, in Shia’s consciousness, she was standing on the tower.

She recalled the pale and warm light she felt when she first came into contact with magic and connected with the magic web, and she stood in front of this light.

“It turns out that you have been burning yourself for so many years.”

Shia knew very well that it was quite difficult to find a **** as a sacrifice, not to mention the old ruler whose body was sealed on the moon.

Wants to build a magic net and change the world, Jost uses his own power.

Shia didn’t know if Jost had planned this from the very beginning, or if it was a flash of inspiration at this critical moment.

She only knew that Jost himself had turned into a god, ignited his soul, and had been watching for thousands of years.

The gray tower and the magic net will become the mark of Jost. For so many days, what he has worked so hard to build is his own cage.

Combined the will of all the mages from the past to the present, and constructed a whole vast array of stars, and the stars are the deified mages.

All of this is facilitated by the knowledge brought by the chosen ones, and the method of becoming a **** that inspired Jost, so that he finally designed such a genius and cruel structure.

One hour, this is the time a mage in the Kingdom of Night will burn himself to exhaustion while sitting on the torch.

And Jost, he sat at the top of this gray tower, burning himself for an unknown number of years.

Even, most of the people of the Night Kingdom don’t know his existence, their existence.

The names of these people are unknown, but their exploits live on in the world.

(end of this chapter)