I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

After all, Lu Ban had materialized so many weapons in other people's mental worlds, even surpassing their masters.

It's like a fictional character in your mind starts to influence you in return, and you find that his presence can no longer be erased; he even starts whispering in your ear.

To put it simply, he's on the verge of mental breakdown.

Despite the deafening roar of artillery fire, Lu Ban showed no sign of stopping.

Rumble rumble rumble—

Countless rockets rained down on this labyrinth, shattering everything in their path, leaving not even ashes on the scorched earth.

On the other side, Urukk felt waves of pain. The artillery fire was undoubtedly tearing his will apart. In his field of vision, accompanied by Lu Ban's bombardment, Urukk's sanity was steadily declining.

[You have suffered indescribable torment, sanity -1]

The grim and grotesque words cascaded down like a waterfall. Urukk had no time to count how much of his sanity he had lost. He immediately severed his will, completely separating the area where Lu Ban was located. Excruciating pain swept through the octopus-man's brain, but he could not return to the real world directly.

If the activity resumes now, Lu Ban and Plato can attack Uruk's brain even more recklessly. At that time, even if he doesn't die, he will at least be driven to madness.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Urukk decided to resort to the most violent method.

A phantom appeared above the mental labyrinth that had been razed to the ground.

The enormous shadow resembled an octopus, its thick tentacles spreading in all directions, searching for a landing spot.

The rockets landed on the tentacles, and the flames of the explosions engulfed the tentacles but did not burn them. Their powerful self-healing ability made the tentacles the most powerful weapons, which then slammed down towards the landing barrier.

Before Plato could even offer any help, the rocket launcher in Lu Ban's hand had already begun to deform.

It suddenly transformed from a shoulder-fired individual combat weapon into a rocket vehicle fully loaded with weapons.

Then it turned from one vehicle into several, and in the void, it suddenly expanded into a legion.

These vehicles also vary in appearance; some are densely packed box-shaped rockets, others are intercontinental strategic missiles, space-based kinetic weapons, and some even possess "truth" that is on par with most civilizations.

It's hard to imagine that these things would appear in the head of an exotic octopus, and be arranged so neatly.

Plato didn't know how Lu Ban did this; he could only see Lu Ban wave his hand, and all the weapons were fired at once, toward the huge, monstrous octopus.

In my hometown, there is a saying.

Lu Ban said.

"All fear stems from insufficient firepower."

As he spoke, mushroom clouds rose and explosions echoed one after another. In the subconscious void, countless streaks of light fell, like a classic poem that would be passed down through the ages.

In the east wind night, flowers and trees are bloomed, and the stars are like rain.

Chapter 886 Scattered and Fleeing

On the desolate plains, torrential rain poured down.

A storm, unlike anything many have ever witnessed in their lives, was surging toward Utopia. The sky had changed color, and unprecedented clouds gathered, obscuring the dazzling sunlight.

The eerie green lightning snaked through the dark clouds, the lightning containing immense energy striking the rain-soaked sand. The current spread, giving the desert a faint glow.

The green rain carried an unsettling smell, and the damp wind blew across the arid city-state—a wind of disease, a wind of death, a wind of despair.

The first to notice something was wrong were the idle traveling merchants outside the city.

They were initially delighted by the impending rain, as joyful as parched plants receiving timely rain, but when the wind blew across their cheeks and the grainy air filled their nostrils, these traveling merchants began to sense danger.

Many people immediately lost strength in their limbs, fell to their knees, and struggled incessantly.

After seeing the reactions of others ahead, many people immediately rode their insects toward Utopia, but they were no match for the wind.

The insect lost its balance, fell to the ground and convulsed, while the traveling merchant was gradually enveloped by the plague wind, and the gleam in his eyes disappeared.

Those who witnessed the situation from further away, their long-standing instincts from living in the wilderness told them that this rain was far more dangerous than a sandstorm, an earthquake, or a swarm of insects.

Some of them headed towards Utopia, seeking the protection of the city-state.

Those who saw further ahead bypassed Utopia and sped off into the distance, knowing that this torrential rain was not something a single city-state could withstand; it was a rain that would destroy everything, and only by escaping as far as possible could they hope to survive.

The soldiers stationed on the city walls discovered the situation and immediately relayed the information. Ares of the Wild Wolf Guard looked out from the city walls, a sense of crisis enveloping him.

He can lead his troops to fight against the swarms of insects, battle warriors from other city-states, and even suppress any potential rebellions within the city if necessary.

But he was powerless to stop the natural disaster.

Although he inherited the name Ares, he was merely a saint skilled in battle, and faced with this overwhelming storm, Ares was powerless to turn the tide.

"What about Plato?"

Ares asked the person next to him a question.

"There was no response from the Hall of Philosophers. Lord Hippocrates instructed us to protect the citizens."

The soldier responded.

Did Hippocrates intend to take his place?

Ares was somewhat annoyed, not expecting that even at a time like this, some people were still thinking about power struggles and infighting.

"This rain will seep into every corner through the wind; we can't avoid it."

He asserted.

"Utopia has reached the end of its life, and we don't need to go down with it."

Turning around, Ares looked into the city.

Many residents were unaware of what was happening outside and eagerly awaited the arrival of the downpour.

Some citizens came into contact with traveling merchants who had fled the disaster, and learned of the terror of the rainstorm. They began to panic, some hiding in their homes, some trying to escape the city, and some completely despairing and collapsing, kneeling on the ground and wailing.

Chaos spread through the city, and people became fearful and fled in all directions.

At that moment, Ares stood on the city wall and spoke in a loud voice.

"A storm is coming, run away, run away! This place is no longer a place to live, escape as fast as you can!"

His voice stunned all the citizens, and they fell silent, whatever they had been doing.

These words were so shocking that they couldn't believe them.

The captain of the city's guard, a saint, actually said such a thing.

Moreover, Utopia did not impose any sanctions on his words. Keep in mind that these were blatant acts of rebellion, and under any other circumstances, he would have been met with severe punishment.

Burning Words

And now, thunder is indeed rumbling, but it's just the roar of the storm, a despairing background noise.

After Ares finished speaking, he didn't offer any further explanation. He glanced at the sky, then led his guards down the city wall. They mounted durable camels, carrying food and water, and prepared to leave the city from the other side.

"My lord, my lord, are you really going to abandon us?"

Some people noticed Ares and questioned him.

"Run away, run as far away as possible. This is not a situation I can help you in."

Ares did not fly into a rage, but said coldly.

Plato's status as a saint and his dominion over Utopia are no longer important at this moment.

If a torrential downpour were to occur, it's uncertain whether this city would even exist. What then is the point of a false position?

Moreover, Ares himself is a saint, so he doesn't need to worry about his lifespan. But if he stays here, he obviously won't have the lifespan to worry about.

Mounting his insect, Ares prepared to leave the city. Just then, he saw Cleopatra watching him from a building not far away.

"This city is yours now. I hope we'll have the chance to meet again in the future."

Ares said to the alluring woman.

Cleopatra did not respond, but simply watched Ares leave the city and walk away.

One of the people standing nearby couldn't contain himself any longer and whispered a question to the empress.

"Sir, shall we not leave?"

"Leave? Where else can we go?"

Cleopatra asked in return, then sighed and said...

"All our wealth is left here; once we leave, we will have nothing left."

"As long as there are people, we'll make it back sooner or later."

Another person offered advice.

"You go."

Cleopatra said quietly, not in a sarcastic tone, but very seriously.

"Follow Ares and leave. Following a saint will at least guarantee your safety."

"But, sir?"

The person next to her looked somewhat apprehensive.

Because, in any case, Cleopatra did not seem to be the kind of person who would choose to perish with the city-state.

"Don't worry about me."

Cleopatra said coldly, then pointed in the direction of the city.

"If you don't pack your things now, it will be too late."

Upon hearing this, everyone hurriedly started running.

Soon, Cleopatra was the only one left upstairs.

She glanced intently at the approaching storm, then disappeared into the shadows.

A moment later, in the Philosopher's Hall, a shadow gathered like a long snake.

Cleopatra appeared in the silent hall.

She climbed the stairs and soon arrived at the terrace.

Here, you can gaze at the distant storm, its destructive power gathering and obscuring the sky.

An elderly man was sitting on a bench on the terrace.