Time passed quickly.
Dark Events were occurring everywhere across the Seven Continents.
The faith of the deities was also spreading at an astonishing speed.
Panic and sin seeped into the bones like a virus, continuously eroding the commoners of every faction.
But no matter what.
The endless Third Dark Invasion had still arrived.
On this day.
The skies over the Gods Continent grew exceptionally dim, with black clouds blanketing the heavens.
Countless Dark Demon Caverns rose from the ground, and in places where the caverns were especially numerous, cold rain began to fall.
According to later statistics.
On the day of the Black Tide.
Nearly thirty billion Dark Creatures emerged from Demon Caverns across the Seven Continents, including as many as a hundred Dark Lords.
William stood within the City Lord's Manor, gazing at the Demon Caverns rising across the Slaughter Plains with an unchanged expression.
Because here.
No matter how numerous the Dark Creatures were, Dawn City and the Winged Folk Kingdom could only surround and crush them.
The enemy Dark Lords clearly understood this as well. They had no intention of appearing, yet they still raised more than a thousand Demon Caverns to tie down Dawn City and the Winged Folk, preventing them from supporting other forces.
The players were assigned to various cities.
Otherwise, they accepted employment and chose to aid Redfire and the Lion Kingdom.
As for the human Grand Duchies?
To be honest.
It was not that they did not want to help.
They truly could not.
The average combat strength of the human Grand Duchies was far too poor. Unless Dawn City accepted only their employment, dispatched massive Legions, and completely replaced the Grand Duchies' armies, such forces had no ability to resist the endless Dark Creatures.
And the Black Tide.
Finally erupted.
Countless