Thousand-Legged

"Thousand-Legged is a Demon Tide that wins through sheer numbers."

Jost looked worriedly at the weather outside and spoke.

"Its lord is a gigantic worm that constantly lays Larval Sacs. The moment those sacs hit the ground, they hatch into countless insects. Although those insects are fragile and die when struck by magic or a longsword, when the Blood Moon arrives, the number of these monsters becomes truly enormous."

Xiya had not gone to the front lines. Lu Ban wanted to see whether the defensive fortresses built by these players could truly withstand the monsters, so aside from keeping the townspeople in the central area of the town, he had not sent Xiya to help.

He had even started a livestream, allowing the viewers on Earth to truly experience the oppressive feeling of the monsters.

"In my era, Thousand-Legged was not a particularly threatening Demon Tide, because the insect swarm was simply too fragile. Even without Spirit Torches, it could be held back for a long time."

Xiya spoke.

Demon Tides varied in strength, and Thousand-Legged was considered one of the weaker ones. If the Demon Tide back then had been Thousand-Legged, it might even have been considered an auspicious sign, because the damage it caused would have been minimal.

But this era was different.

Without Spirit Torches or large numbers of mages acting as magical artillery to wipe out the insect swarm, the sheer number of insects would become a headache. Even if the fortresses could not be breached, without a defensive line formed by Spirit Torches, the insects could easily bypass the fortresses and attack the ordinary people in the rear, causing considerable damage.

In the modern Night Country, the mages could deal with most of the insect swarm, leaving only a small number to slip into the