Chapter 744: A Sharp Downturn! (Asking for Monthly Tickets)

Ever since the time she first began playing World of Warcraft, Helen had felt a nightmarish power growing within her heart, bringing her endless nightmares every night, in which the grotesque and bizarre spectacles once terrified her to the point of being unable to sleep.

But after Sera recommended the game Outlast to her... a new change gradually took place, because she...

Went from being unable to sleep to not daring to close her eyes at all, and now, remembering that fat, demon-like guy who had chased her through the entire game and was everywhere, only to be turned into minced meat at the end by that supernatural existence that seemed completely unbound by the laws of all things, she couldn't help but feel an involuntary shudder.

Even more terrifyingly, at the very end, it had actually crawled inside her own body!

As for those previous nightmares...

For some unknown reason, she now felt as if that force was beginning to stir restlessly once again, but...

She felt that the supernatural existence in her heart could slap that kind of thing into a club with a single blow, so were those things really scary?!

She shook her head, swaying it from side to side: "Don't think about it, don't think about it... it still feels like Outlast is way creepier..."

She practically felt that whatever monsters she used to think were terrifying could now be taken out with a single punch each, her heart growing immensely bold.

"How do I feel like I've turned into a tomboy...?" She patted her cheeks, then followed the main force to continue the search and rescue.

...

Although the game version of the Token of Life could only be used once, things produced by the system were bound to be premium goods, and what was given to Boss Fang was clearly a truly high-grade item.

It contained a vast amount of life energy and was by no means limited to a single use; this group of knights and priests had saved many people, and it still wasn't completely depleted.

Being able to use the Token of Life meant having the talent to learn "Redemption," and such people were few and far between, which was why in the storyline of World of Warcraft, so many people could not be resurrected after death.

Along the way, amidst the shattered and dilapidated ruins, they searched for orcs or humans who might still be saved.

They received the blessings and gratitude of countless people along the journey, and also witnessed the joy of countless individuals surviving a disaster.

Generally speaking, the corpses of the strong would be preserved relatively intact, while some of the civilians, farmers, and ordinary people, even with an artifact like the Token of Life in hand, were truly... beyond saving.

At such times, they would also feel a deep, uncontrollable sorrow, and in the end... could only leave behind a heartfelt and sincere blessing.

"May the Holy Light be with you," Helen prayed; there had never been a moment where they wished more fervently than now that such a disaster would never happen.

Fortunately, this terrible legion did not have the spare time to walk through every single city and village in the entire Orc Kingdom; they only needed to follow the footprints the legion had left behind and search through city by city.

"Leinster... friends from the Casual Traveler Inn asked me to help them find an orc named Leinster..." Sera searched with some anxiety.

"Do they know what happened here?" Helen asked.

"No... I still don't dare tell them the truth right now..."

"Right now, a lot of people are also asking me to look into the situation of these orcs..." Commander Evan said, "Don't let them know for now."

That feeling of a close friend meeting with disaster was something he understood better than anyone; they were already spinning around in circles with anxiety over here, so if the players in the "Eastern Continent" so far away found out, wouldn't they be worried to death?

"We'll talk about it after everyone is saved." On this day, almost everyone wished they could split themselves from one person into ten, so busy that their feet barely touched the ground.

Even Boss Fang had closed the doors to his new shop when he went out, suspending business.

Boss Fang's shop was located in a bustling area to begin with, so it wasn't strange for anyone to pass by; Gesla, the Grand Knight Commander of the Judgment Shrine stationed in Canglan City, and the Archbishop suddenly saw a crowd of people ahead pointing and gesturing at the location where the "Origin Internet Club" shop stood.

"What's going on?"

"The Origin Internet Club is closed?"

Someone casually posted it on the magic forum: The "Origin Internet Club" is suspected to have gone bankrupt, closed all day today.

"It really closed?!"

"The doomsday Blizzard bragged about, Hahaha!"

Countless Blizzard haters spread the word, celebrating ecstatically.

In the Radiant Divine Nation, Master Laiwu and Master Os, and even Pibo, burst into laughter upon seeing this news.

"We've done it! This time we've truly achieved a great merit!" Pibo's voice trembled slightly with excitement, "Go check if it's true."

...

At this time, at the border of the Leshan Principality.

The clash between a large number of human elites and the Shadow Legion was a collision of blood and fire; sheets of the Shadow Legion and human soldiers fell, yet even more people stepped forward, one after another.

Even the top powerhouses of this continent, these Saint-level experts, could now find matching opponents among these enemies one by one; their battlefield was above the sky, where terrifying energy erupted time and again, and even the thick clouds in the sky were pierced and shattered by it, leaving one shocking scar after another across the heavens.

But none of them noticed, or rather simply had no time to care, that an invisible dread was spreading silently across the entire battlefield.

It was like a seed that had once been planted deep within their hearts, and now... it had taken root and sprouted.

Fear spread through everyone's hearts like a plague, as if something utterly terrifying was about to crawl out from the depths of their souls.

Darkness; they seemed to see a boundless darkness, and within that darkness, the countless bizarre scenes that had seemingly appeared in their dreams before appeared vividly before their eyes.

"No..."

Accompanied by cries of terror, the human side suddenly produced the first human to drop his weapon and flee, on a battlefield that had originally been almost evenly matched.

Once there was a first, there would be a second, and a third.

Some were even executed by the enemy while still hesitating and struggling.

"What's going on?!" The Grand Mage Adolf was casting a spell when he suddenly noticed that the state of a mage beside him was extremely strange.

Immediately afterward, as if he had gone mad, a cloud of fire like a burning sky erupted from his staff; caught completely off guard, the surrounding friendly forces turned into burning figures one after another, screaming as they plunged downward.

"How could this happen?!" At the Summit of Nations, projections stood up from their seats one after another, watching this scene in disbelief.

The invisible dread was still spreading, and the situation reversed almost in an instant.

Slowly, the sky above the entire city was enveloped by this terrible dread; it was invisible and traceless, yet it seemed to spread among all the crowds, with one warrior after another suddenly going mad, and a city that had been full of vitality just moments ago was reduced to a ghost domain almost in the blink of an eye!