I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler - Chapter 879 878. rainstorm is coming

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   Chapter 879 878. Heavy rain is coming

  When the Quicksand Council is doing good deeds.

  The college received a message.

As we all know, in the wasteland, the transmission of information is an extremely difficult task. Not only does there not have modern electronic means of communication, but even the ancient classic flying pigeon biography has disappeared in this desert. Therefore, most city-states have The information received from the outside is extremely delayed.

  For example, the news of the Promised Land is also in Frostheart's exploration team first returned to Utopia, and then spread from Utopia, until other city-states know, most of them are a month later.

There are some very special transcendents who can listen to voices from hundreds of miles away, or communicate with their twin brothers, and there are some saints who have some transcendent characteristics and can spy on the situation in specific places. These are considered wasteland. The clairvoyant in it, the wind has a good ear.

   And the Academy relies on bugs.

   They breed bugs, select special individuals from them, and spread them hundreds of miles around the city-state.

  These worms are usually dormant in the ground, and only when they are shaken by a special frequency will they break out of their shells.

  The sound of their wings will be heard by a large bug that specializes in preying on such bugs. Therefore, these bugs form a radar-like system, and as long as someone rides a bug into the vicinity of Utopia, it will be detected.

  Utopia obtained such a piece of information.

   "A sizable team is heading towards Utopia?"

  Lu Bian thought for a while when he heard Du Danping's words.

   "But so, the humidity in the air is rising, and the rainstorm is coming."

  Du Danping stared at the window of the library. Where the sky and the horizon meet, a touch of white occupies the place that should have been the glow of the sun. Besides, the people in the wasteland may have seen clouds gathering in the next hundred years.

However, compared to the pleasant scenery of blue sky and white clouds at a speed of seven meters per second, it is completely the same. Green lightning rolls in those deep white clouds, giving people a sense of security, just like Some kind of judgment from the end of the day is coming.

  The special people in the city also noticed the change very slowly.

   At first, Xiaojia was excited and excited.

   Many of us have spent our entire lives ignorant of clouds, rain, let alone storms and showers. People gather on the edge of the city, staring at the end of the sky and the earth.

  No one has even finished worshipping the outside, longing for the gaze of the gods to bring a trace of redemption to the barren little land.

Outside the city, legends that have nothing to do with the savior gradually spread. It is said that the savior will come to the world on an eight-legged horse and blow the first ray of spring breeze for the wasteland. From then on, the wasteland will flourish again and become green again. Grass is green.

   Of course, those legends were completely nonsense in Lu Kian's view.

   Do you know if it was spread by spies from my city-state, or is it just the conjecture of some people with abnormal brains.

  Lu Kian scoffed at this.

   But the storm is coming, which means that Lu Jun's mission has retreated into the seventh stage.

   Now, the Academy still has less support, and the Yellow Sand Brotherhood has the lowest support rate.

   And the Quicksand Council is obsessed with being a good person and doing good deeds, and it still has some competitiveness. Of course, even if we want any competitiveness, the group of bear children who have already taken refuge in the evil **** will be besieged by eight other families.

   As for the Wolf Guards, they are still planning what to do, trying to reverse the advantage of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood at the forefront.

  According to the schedule, in eight days, the Senate will elect the last saint to succeed Plato.

   The storm that Lu Bian was more worried about than the election.

   Feng Yu and I rode bugs to the city.

   Although the bug has no wings, it can fly. It only relies on flapping its wings to move slowly in the desert. It is slow in a short distance, but its endurance is good, so it is only used for retreating and patrolling around the city.

  The traveling merchants in the city are outside their tents, no one is deciding whether to put up their tents and retreat into the city to take shelter from the rain, and no one is staring at the precarious weather, full of anticipation.

  Lu Bian and Feng Yu approached the storm, the dryness in the air was getting heavier and heavier, and Lu Bian also decided that something was right.

   "There seems to be something too good in those vapors."

   I felt a burning sensation in my lungs, like these lightly polluted winds I was breathing in Kazushima.

   "is disease."

  Feng Yu made the bugs on his body come up quickly, and there was a storm behind him. At this moment, in our field of vision, a small half of the sky was already occupied by white clouds. Under the accumulated clouds, dark green lightning snaked.

   The gust of wind kicked up the gravel, mixed in the wind, making it easy to breathe.

  You raised your hand, at the fingertips, touching the wet wind, a little bit of mutation is spreading.

The skin of Feng Yu's fingers was still withered, and then a special flora of mildew grew. This creep was constantly spreading, trying to spread to other parts of Wen Yue's body, but as you closed your fingers, it just sprouted. Pollution is eliminated.

   "Rainwater carries diseases with no pollution level, it is detailed rain."

   you said, looking at Lu Kian.

  Lu Kian also drew a gourd in the same way, imitating Feng Yu's appearance, and saw green hair grow on his fingertips.

  I observed carelessly, then licked my fingers.

   "It's so delicious."

   Spit out the mold outside his mouth, Lu Kian commented.

  “.”

   Feng Yu's mouth twitched a little, and he said before.

   "The rain is not a force of nature, but formed through the intervention of my chosen one. You need to find the source of the pollution."

   "The taste is nothing strange."

  Lu Kizuna is still tasting the smell of this mold.

   I thought of the [Heavenly Father] I saw in the basement of the Quicksand Council.

  If it is said that [Heavenly Father] is not a real god, but is similar to Wajima, it is just an illusion caused by the gods choosing to use the connection between the two gods to create a mystical illusion, then the rain seems to be able to explain.

   "The rain can reach Utopia. If a special person comes into contact with the rain, it will inevitably be slightly polluted and directly alienated into a monster."

   Feng Yu said.

  Although there are no leopards and leopards, you have no interest in utopia, and it is difficult to say that you will protect people outside the city.

   As for Du Danping, as a god-chosen person, even if I can protect it for a while, it is possible to protect it for a lifetime. In the end, I have to return to reality and meet my own destiny.

   If it is to stop the plague hidden in the storm, the entire wasteland will gradually be eroded and eventually fall.

  Perhaps Lu Bian was chosen to be in Utopia at that time, just to prevent that torrential rain.

   I raised my head and looked at the sky not yet covered by clouds.

   In this blue sky, there seems to be no vision from distant stars that transcends time and space.

   They watched every move out there, like watching a small drama.

  Torrential rain is coming.

   Lujian drove the bugs and galloped towards the center of the storm.

   (end of this chapter)

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