I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Of course, if, just if, the Swollen Woman really succeeds in betraying the original body, then the fall of an Outer God will lead to the dispersal of authority, and His power will be inherited by various incarnations. The Dark Ones will naturally be able to get a share, which can be considered a good thing.

The problem is that these incarnations have almost the same authority and power. Since an incarnation can betray its original self, why can't the clones of the incarnation do the same thing?

Even among incarnations, there can be such disputes. If the "Swelling Woman" defeats the "Dark One," then the power inherited by the "Dark One" will be transferred to the "Swelling Woman."

Even if some Great Old Ones may unconsciously form cooperative relationships, they can never be allies.

Therefore, the leopards here sensed a sense of danger.

"You are unique."

The dark-skinned, handsome, and tall boy looked at Leopard and said...

Leopard didn't answer, but instead pondered how to respond.

But the man had no intention of continuing to talk to the leopard; he turned around and prepared to leave the room.

"what are you up to?"

The leopard called out to the other party.

“I left some things here before, and I suddenly remembered them recently, so I came to take a look. I didn’t expect that the things were broken. I’m too lazy to fix them, but since I’m here, I should leave something behind.”

The dark-skinned man surprisingly gave a reply, perhaps because he and the other person had some kind of subtle connection.

"You want to destroy this place?"

Leopard immediately understood what the other party meant.

This man was like a child who finally found a toy he used to like, only to discover that it was dirty. So he decided to give up and completely destroy the toy so that no one else could touch it.

"Destroy? You could say that, but if I were to describe it, it would be sublimation."

The man replied.

What if I say no?

Without knowing where the idea came from, Leopard blurted it out.

The dark-skinned man looked at the beautiful girl in front of him with some strangeness. He seemed to have thought of something, but then suddenly felt relieved.

"of course can."

He answered, a smile playing on his lips.

Before Leopard could make any move, she lost her form, collapsed, dissolved, turned into a puddle of flesh, and evaporated rapidly, leaving not even a trace.

There was no confrontation, conflict, or game of strategy.

With just one glance, the matter was settled.

It was just a small clone, so the man didn't care. He walked out of the house and onto the street.

A damp wind blew, and many people, already contaminated, lay on the ground, struggling in pain, their cries of agony blending into a symphony that captivated him.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

Someone struggled and grabbed the trouser leg of the only standing man, pleading desperately.

The man stopped, squatted down, looked at the man with pity, and reached out to gently stroke his cheek, as if this gesture could soothe the pain and ease the unease.

The man's expression softened; he stopped groaning and his movements became much easier.

The next moment, the person's mouth opened.

Like turning a garment inside out from the collar, he stuck out his tongue, which then extended infinitely outward from his mouth. His entire body turned inside out, like a blooming Manjusaka. From within his flesh and blood, several pairs of arthropods emerged, and a spider made of flesh and blood appeared on the ground.

The spider's back also had a tormented human face, and countless tentacles wriggled, giving it a terrifying and eerie feel.

"Look, there is no more pain now."

The man smiled.

The spider's legs kept wriggling, and it quickly crawled toward the other struggling people. Its head, with its mouthparts made of four antennae, plunged straight into the mouth of its kind, dragging out its contents with brute force. In the blink of an eye, another spider appeared in the city.

Terrified screams filled the street, and those who could still move immediately fled, scrambling and crawling away from the area.

The dark-skinned man seemed quite relaxed, walking amidst fear.

If this were accompanied by some symphonies by Bach or Beethoven, it would probably highlight his composure even more.

Unlike some villains in movies who walk around spouting melodramatic lines like "I am the beginning, and I am the end," he strolled leisurely, but with each step, the humans around him mutated into giant fleshy spiders, which continued to spread and multiply to other parts of the city.

Before long, even before this heavy rain arrives, this place will become a city of monsters.

Another corner of the city.

Hippocrates looked at the explorers of the academy before him.

“You must leave Utopia now, go as far away as you can, and treat this place as forbidden territory, never to return.”

He gave the order.

Clearly, Utopia was about to face its greatest crisis in history, and Hippocrates believed that the city-state might not survive this catastrophe.

That's why he made all the young people in the academy leave, at least to save their lives.

"What about you?"

Frostheart asked, as she, as the explorer who discovered the Promised Land, was also appointed by Hippocrates as a leader to escape Utopia.

"I still have things to do."

Hippocrates answered.

"However, without the guidance of a sage, we are likely to lose our way."

Shuangxin said uneasily, “Sages have always been not just symbols of military power, but also elders and leaders. These extraordinary beings, whose lifespans far exceed those of ordinary people, possess rich knowledge and foresight and can provide guidance and advice.”

As Shuangxin said, their lifespan is short. If the saints do not exist, they may lose their way and fall into confusion, just as the guide who has always led them has disappeared.

"Don't worry."

Hippocrates said.

"You just need to keep moving forward. No matter what, life will always find a way."

He looked at the approaching downpour.

Chapter 889 A doctor cannot heal himself

The explorers from the academy quickly rode away on their insects, and Hippocrates sighed as he looked back into the city.

The torrential rain showed no sign of stopping, the air pollution worsened, and the streets were filled with residents struggling in agony.

Hippocrates bent down and gently placed his hand on the man's head.

Soon, the other person fell into a deep sleep, with only slight twitches under their closed eyelids, as if they were dreaming.

All Hippocrates could do was let these people end their lives in a final, beautiful dream.

"Plato seems to have failed. Ares has left, Cleopatra is nowhere to be found, and Utopia seems destined to perish today."

He muttered to himself.

He pulled a bottle from his pocket. The bottle contained a deep red mist, which, which should have been still, seemed to be alive, constantly writhing and churning.

Glass bottles were a rarity in the wilderness. Hippocrates unscrewed the cap and poured out the mist inside.

The fog spread rapidly, seemingly endless, surging and spreading in all directions.

Those shrouded in mist gradually stopped struggling, fell into a deep sleep, and were free from pain.

The streets quieted down.

I wonder how many people have stopped breathing in their sleep.

Hippocrates, a physician, was unable to heal these people at this time, and could only offer them final peace, which saddened him greatly.

After finishing his business at the academy, he headed toward the Philosopher's Hall where Plato was. Along the way, the suffering people were all asleep, while the approaching storm blew things up in the streets and stirred up sand and gravel.

Hippocrates saw that the guards of the Hall of Philosophers had transformed into mindless monsters, and that the oppressive dark clouds would arrive in minutes, bringing a torrential downpour to Utopia.

A monster charged toward Hippocrates, but he merely raised his hand, and the monster was torn apart halfway through its charge, its flesh and bones separated, and it collapsed to the ground, motionless.

For Hippocrates, who was well-versed in medicine, dissecting a person was extremely simple.

He can completely dissect any creature he understands without any tools, as long as he is within a certain distance, and humans are the creatures he is most familiar with.

"Has this place already fallen?"

Hippocrates glanced at the walking dead. Logically, with Plato present and most of the guards being determined, battle-hardened warriors, they shouldn't have been corrupted by the damp wind.

If things have already gone wrong here, then Plato looks like he's in grave danger.

Although he knew that Plato's days were numbered, Hippocrates was still deeply moved when the time came.

As he pondered this, two more monsters approached him.

Hippocrates was about to drive away these former companions and give them their final peace when he saw a figure emerge from the shadows of the Philosopher's Hall.

The two monsters froze instantly. Then, their skin turned black, their blood vessels bulged, and after a violent spasm, they collapsed and never moved again.

Hippocrates looked at the figure.

Cleopatra was walking out with a seductive gait.

Her hair had turned white, and her eyes shone with a pale blue light, exuding an aura that inspired fear.

The Queen's lips still had white juice residue, as if she had just enjoyed a feast.

Hippocrates frowned slightly upon seeing Cleopatra's appearance.

Clearly, Cleopatra did not possess the power to manipulate the mind, which was Plato's authority.

Now that she has seized this power, it means that Plato has already...

Hippocrates gave Cleopatra a deep look, but ultimately did not make a move.

"Now you are Plato."

"That's what the doctor said."

"Plato cannot leave Utopia; you have made a choice with no future."

Cleopatra did not change her expression upon hearing Hippocrates' words.