I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

At this time, she saw that the dark clouds covering the city became thicker, and the crimson lightning fell, directly smashing the pyramid.

Amidst the whistling rain, there seemed to be something coming.

Feng Yu listened carefully, it was the sound of the piano.

Countless wriggling worms grew bigger in the rain. At the same time, the fleshy spiders began to move towards Lu Lian. These are the "citizens" of Utopia. If they attack them, then Lu Lian and Hippocrates will surely sanctioned.

In fact, the moment Lu Juan pulled the trigger on Cleopatra just now, the will of Utopia has already lowered the punishment.

Lu Lian's blood vessels began to turn blue and black as if he had been infused with deadly toxins. His blood began to deteriorate, corroding blood vessels, nerves, muscles, and bones. His face turned black, and his vitality was disappearing.

If it is an ordinary person, even a transcendent who has a little contact with foreign knowledge, he is already dying at this moment, and can only close his eyes in regret.

But after all, Lu Jian has experienced many battles, and he has never seen any big wind and waves.

He immediately melts himself to neutralize Utopia's sanctions.

Theoretically speaking, he has already died once, so he can naturally escape punishment.

However, while Lu Lian was melting and reorganizing, Cleopatra did not stand idly by, but squirmed and rushed towards him.

The big bug was surrounded by dark purple smoke, and everything that came into contact with the smoke began to decay and decline. This was the product of Cleopatra's poison combined with Plato's power. Stripping away the appearance, it can essentially disintegrate everything around it.

Flesh spiders rushed in like a tide, covering the sky and the sun, and even the torrential rain seemed a little silent.

Hippocrates knew very well that there was now no way out.

He let out a long sigh, and his whole body swelled up, tearing his clothes.

Muscles exploded, skin cracked, bones shattered, and Hippocrates' eyes were red and his face turned a deep purple.

Immediately, he exploded like a balloon.

Among the flesh and blood, Hippocrates' flesh and blood splattered, and the damage caused by this explosion alone turned several flesh and blood spiders in the front into mud.

Utopia's punishment comes as expected, but Hippocrates doesn't care.

In the blood mist of the torrential rain, a group of insects flew up from his corpse.

Those bugs are like eight-legged mosquitoes, with three pairs of wings, the size of a palm, but the number is far beyond imagination.

This is the flying insect represented by the name of Hippocrates. In the abdomen of the flying insect, like a shower head, black mist spews out.

The mist spread out in all directions, and was not affected at all by the rain curtain.

A flesh and blood spider came into contact with the pure black mist, and immediately twitched. In the blink of an eye, it shrank into a ball and lost its life.

Countless flying insects flew towards every corner of the city, releasing deadly poisonous mist.

Hippocrates probably didn't expect that when he got this name, he would one day show such a form in Utopia.

The power of the saint comes from the bugs, and different bugs have completely different powers.

For example, Plato is able to influence the spirit, spy on the ideal world, and directly defeat the enemy at the level of will.

Cleopatra, on the other hand, can control creatures affected by her spores, and can also use poison to attack others.

As for Hippocrates, his own ability is more inclined to assist, just to save people, but after becoming an adult, the black mist can become a murder weapon, after all, the medicine itself is also a poison.

Hippocrates could easily have destroyed an entire city if he wanted to.

Now, these flying insects are flying towards every corner of Utopia covered by the storm, bringing poison to the city-state and destroying every life here.

This is a move against the doctor's admonition, but it is also the last gift that Hippocrates can leave to those who fled.

If these flesh spiders were allowed to survive, then those who fled the city would definitely not be able to escape the follow-up pursuit.

At this time, Hippocrates seemed to hear the sound of a piano in his ear.

The melody of the piano is reassuring, as if it can calm the restless emotions.

Some of the innumerable ones saw, under the pyramid, a man playing.

In front of him was an illusory black and white keyboard, from which flowed a beautiful melody.

This melody dispelled the black poisonous mist, also solidified the fleshy spiders, and even made the cold rainstorm go away automatically.

Du Danping is coming towards the pyramid.

He kept playing, and the melody lingered in Cleopatra's will, persuading her, distracting her mind, and eliminating the desire to attack.

And Lu Jian, hearing the sound of the piano, also accelerated the process of recovery, reshaping the human form.

Cleopatra's body split open suddenly, and several pairs of transparent wings bloomed.

The size of the worm became huge, like a monster, entrenched above the broken pyramid.

The humming of wings intertwined with the sound of the piano, which seemed to weaken part of the strength of the sound of the piano.

At this time, Lu Jian turned back into a human form, and the silver revolver that materialized in his hand fired several shots at the huge worm.

The noisy raving once again occupied Cleopatra's mind, together with the irritating piano sound, it gave her a splitting headache.

Almost at the same time, Hippocrates' flying insects pounced on the big insect entrenched on the pyramid, biting the opponent frantically, blood and flesh splattered, and Cleopatra was almost unable to resist.

"Leave it to me here, you go away."

Hippocrates' will flowed into the brains of Lu Jian and Du Danping through the worm.

"This is my destiny. After all, this world does not belong to us saints, but to human beings whose lives are short but perishable."

His voice was calm, without any pain or regret.

But Lu Jian didn't intend to leave. He rushed towards Cleopatra, crashing into the big bug's body like a shell.

Numerous toxins that can disintegrate things from their essence erode Lu Lian, but at the same time, he is also destroying Cleopatra's last will.

The two forces converged, and the spread of pollution blossomed into a dark flower.

Dark purple lightning fell and hit Cleopatra, hitting the Great Pyramid.

In the dark clouds, there seemed to be a little light leaking through.

That's sunshine.

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===892. Du Danping's Melody Fragment===

Amidst the intensifying pollution, the entire city is shrouded in it.

Around Du Danping, the melody turned into a solid body, forming a barrier to resist the storm that alienated everything.

Hippocrates' swarm was struggling in the wind and rain.

The pollution turned into a tornado, in which countless thunderbolts flickered, and the roaring wind destroyed the houses built of sand and stone. On the wasteland, a storm beyond the limit was being generated.

If one could look down on the planet from the universe, one would be able to see that a huge storm lay across the earth, as if the planet had opened one eye and woke up from a long sleep.

In such a storm that surpasses everything, even the clouds are stirred, and a gap appears.

This forms a wonderful state.

Outside, thunderstorms raged and the wind howled.

On the inside, in true utopia, the sun sets, shining brightly, illuminating the earth.

Only half of Cleopatra's body remained, and the upper part had been swallowed by pollution, blooming disgusting flowers made of tentacles.

Lu Lian was torn apart, and the meat paste splashed to every corner of the city, gathering slowly at a snail-like speed.

Du Danping knelt down on one knee, the phantom piano in his hands was shattered, he panted heavily, and looked at Cleopatra's corpse.

As for Hippocrates, those remaining flying insects gradually aggregated to form his broken form.

"This storm is about to dissipate under the impact of pollution. We have at least protected people in other city-states."

Du Danping said softly that he was already weak and had no strength, and at this moment, he could not help Hippocrates.

The doctor also had no intention of treating himself.

Once the saints in the wasteland transform and the worms in their bodies become fully adult, it is irreversible. Next, they will either become worms and hover in the wasteland, or they will kill themselves and leave eggs.

"Did we really do it?"

Hippocrates asked.

He didn't expect to answer. In this doomsday world, who could give him an answer.

It's just that he feels that there is still something he can do.

The flying insects on Hippocrates scattered again, and he completely lost his shape. Those insects flew in all directions, picked up Lu Lian's flesh and blood, and gathered them together.

Immediately, scale powder spread from the flying insects and landed on Lu Jian's body, emitting green fluorescence.

Lu Jian's fusion process was accelerated, and he soon became a humanoid, lying on the ground.

Opening his eyes, Lu Juan looked at Cleopatra's corpse, and at the storm that was gradually spreading outwards, but its momentum was decreasing. He probably knew that at least he survived the storm.

In the field of vision, the silver text appeared indifferently and coldly.

[Survive until the end of the rainstorm: 1/1]

Seeing this, Lu Jian knew that everything should have been settled.

He got up and moved his body.

The flying insects of Hippocrates are gradually withering, and those insects fall to the ground one by one, like the last rain in Utopia.

Du Danping glanced at Lu Jian with a complicated look in his eyes.

"I've never seen anything like you before."

He said.

Although Du Danping has seen all kinds of God's Chosen in foreign lands, he has never seen someone like Lu Jian.

This is no longer a human being, not even a monster. Only those evil gods hidden in the shadows, the indescribable great beings have such power.

When he was seriously polluted, Lu Jie did not produce corresponding erosion and alienation phenomena. Generally, there is only one possibility, that is, the pollution he has accumulated has already surpassed those he has come into contact with.

A Great Old One cannot be polluted by beings less than himself.

"I've seen you in the future."