I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

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Countless wriggling insects grew enormous in the rain, while at the same time, flesh spiders began to move toward Lu Ban. These were the "citizens" of Utopia, and if they were attacked, Lu Ban and Hippocrates would surely be punished as well.

In fact, the moment Lu Ban pulled the trigger on Cleopatra, the will of Utopia had already brought down the punishment.

Lu Ban's blood vessels began to turn bluish-black as if they had been injected with a deadly toxin. His blood began to deteriorate, corroding his blood vessels, nerves, muscles, and bones. His face turned black, and his life force was fading away.

If it were an ordinary person, or even a superhuman who had some exposure to knowledge from other realms, they would already be dying by now, and could only close their eyes in regret.

But Lu Ban was a veteran of countless battles and had seen all sorts of storms.

He immediately melted himself in order to neutralize the sanctions of Utopia.

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

However, while Lu Ban was melting and reforming, Cleopatra did not stand idly by, but instead wriggled and rushed towards him.

The giant worm was surrounded by a deep purple mist, and everything that came into contact with it began to rot and decay. This was the product of Cleopatra's deadly poison combined with Plato's power, stripping away appearances and fundamentally disintegrating everything around it.

The flesh-and-blood spiders surged in like a tidal wave, blotting out the sky and making even the torrential rain seem somewhat silent.

Hippocrates knew very well that there was no turning back now.

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

His muscles burst open, his skin cracked, his bones shattered, Hippocrates' eyes turned bloodshot, and his face turned a deep purple.

Then, he burst like a balloon.

Amidst the blood and flesh, Hippocrates' flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and the destruction caused by this explosion alone turned several of the foremost flesh spiders into a bloody mess.

The punishment of utopia arrived as expected, but Hippocrates was unconcerned.

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

The insects were like eight-legged mosquitoes with three pairs of wings, about the size of a palm, but their numbers far exceeded expectations.

This is the flying insect whose name Hippocrates represents. On the abdomen of the flying insect, like a showerhead, black mist gushes out.

The fog spread out in all directions, completely unaffected by the rain.

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

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

Hippocrates probably never imagined when he received this name that he would one day manifest himself in such a form in Utopia.

The power of a sage comes from insects, and different insects possess vastly different powers.

For example, Plato was able to influence the mind, glimpse 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 toxins to attack others.

As for Hippocrates, his abilities were more supportive, mainly for saving people. But once he became an insect, the black mist could become a murder weapon, since medicine itself is also poisonous.

Destroying the entire city would have been a piece of cake for Hippocrates if he had wanted to.

Now, these flying insects fly to every corner of the storm-covered utopia, bringing deadly poison to the city-state and destroying every life there.

This was an act against the doctor's instructions, but it was also the last gift Hippocrates could leave to those refugees.

If these flesh-and-blood spiders are allowed to survive, those who flee the city will certainly not be able to escape the subsequent pursuit.

At that moment, Hippocrates seemed to hear the sound of a lyre.

The piano melody was soothing, as if it could calm restless emotions.

Some of the countless individuals saw a man playing music at the foot of the pyramids.

Before him appeared illusory black and white piano keys, from which beautiful melodies flowed.

The melody dispelled the black poisonous fog, solidified the flesh-and-blood spiders, and even caused the cold, torrential rain to automatically move away.

Du Danping is heading towards the pyramids.

He played continuously, the melody lingering in Cleopatra's mind, persuading her, distracting her, and extinguishing her desire to attack.

Upon hearing the music, Lu Ban accelerated his recovery process, reshaping himself into human form.

Suddenly, Cleopatra's body split open, revealing several pairs of transparent wings.

The insect grew to an enormous size, like a monster, and perched atop the ruined pyramid.

The buzzing of wings intertwined with the music, seemingly weakening some of the power of the music.

Lu Ban then transformed back into human form, conjuring a silver revolver called "Last Words" in his hand, and fired several shots at the giant worm.

The noisy, rambling chatter once again took hold of Cleopatra's mind, and along with the irritating piano music, it gave her a splitting headache.

Almost simultaneously, Hippocrates' flying insects swarmed towards the large worm perched on the pyramid, tearing at it frantically, blood and flesh flying everywhere, and Cleopatra could barely resist.

"Leave this place to me, you can leave."

Hippocrates' will flowed into Lu Ban and Du Danping's minds through the insects.

"This is my destiny. This world ultimately does not belong to us saints, but to humankind whose lives are short and fleeting."

His voice was calm, without any pain or regret.

But Lu Ban showed no intention of leaving. He charged toward Cleopatra like a cannonball, crashing into the giant worm's body.

Countless toxins capable of fundamentally disintegrating things corroded Lu Ban, but at the same time, he was also destroying Cleopatra's last will.

When the two forces converge, the spread of pollution blossoms into a pitch-black flower.

A deep purple lightning bolt struck Cleopatra and the Great Pyramid.

A sliver of light seemed to peek through the dark clouds.

That was sunlight.

Chapter 892 Fragments of Du Danping's Melody

The entire city was shrouded in ever-increasing pollution.

Around Du Danping, the melody materialized, forming a barrier that resisted the storm that alienated all things.

Hippocrates' swarm of insects drifted in the wind and rain, struggling desperately.

Pollution transformed into a tornado, within which countless bolts of lightning flashed and roared, destroying even the houses built of sand and stone. On the wasteland, a storm beyond limits was forming.

If one could look down upon a planet from space, one would see a massive storm stretching across the land, as if the planet had opened an eye and was awakening from a long slumber.

In this storm that surpasses everything, even the clouds were stirred up, creating a gap.

This created a strange state.

On the outside, thunderstorms raged and gales howled.

Inside, in the true utopia, sunlight falls, its brilliant light illuminating the earth.

Cleopatra was reduced to half a body; the upper part had been consumed by the pollution and blossomed into disgusting flowers made of tentacles.

Lu Ban was torn to pieces, and the fleshy mess splattered into every corner of the city, slowly reassembling at a snail's pace.

Du Danping knelt on one knee, the illusory piano in his hands shattered, he gasped for breath, and looked at Cleopatra's corpse.

Hippocrates, on the other hand, was gradually swarmed together by the remaining flying insects, which formed his broken form.

"The storm is dissipating under the impact of pollution, and we have at least protected the people of other city-states."

Du Danping said softly that he was already too weak to help Hippocrates.

The doctor had no intention of treating himself.

Once the saints of the wasteland undergo transformation and the worms within their bodies fully mature, it is irreversible. They will either become worms themselves, roaming the wasteland, or they will end their own lives, leaving behind worm eggs.

Did we really succeed?

Hippocrates asked a question.

He had no expectation of an answer; in this apocalyptic world, who could give him one?

However, he felt there was still something he could do.

The flying insects on Hippocrates' body scattered again, and he completely lost his physical form. The insects flew in all directions, picking up Lu Ban's flesh and blood and gathering them together.

Immediately, scales scattered from the flying insects landed on Lu Ban, emitting a green fluorescent glow.

Lu Ban's fusion process was accelerated, and he quickly transformed into human form, lying on the ground.

Opening his eyes, Lu Ban looked at Cleopatra's corpse and at the storm that was gradually spreading outwards but whose momentum was diminishing. He roughly knew that he had at least survived the storm.

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

[Survival until the rainstorm ends: 1/1]

Seeing this, Lu Ban knew that everything should have settled down.

He got up and stretched his body.

The flying insects of Hippocrates are gradually dying off, falling to the ground one by one, like the last rain of Utopia.

Du Danping glanced at Lu Ban, a complex expression in his eyes.

"I have never seen anyone like you before."

He said.

Although Du Danping had seen all sorts of chosen ones in other realms, he had never seen anyone like Lu Ban.

This can no longer be considered human, or even a monster; only those evil gods hidden in the shadows, those indescribable great beings, possess such power.

When Lu Ban was severely polluted, he did not exhibit any corresponding erosion or mutation. There is generally only one possibility for this: the pollution accumulated within him had already surpassed that of the pollution he came into contact with.

An Old One cannot be corrupted by beings of lower rank than Him.

"I have seen your future self."

Lu Ban thought for a moment, then spoke.

"I know Song Yunyan, she's your lover, isn't she?"

Upon hearing Lu Ban's words, Du Danping's expression froze for a moment, but quickly softened again.

"All I did was to allow her to live a peaceful life."