I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler - Chapter 887 886. run away

   Chapter 887 886. Scattered and fled

   Above the wasteland, the rainstorm continued.

   The wind and torrential rain that many people have never seen in their lives is surging towards Utopia, the sky has changed color, and unprecedented clouds have gathered, blocking the dazzling sunlight.

  The green lightning zigzagged among the dark clouds, and the lightning with tens of millions of energy was shot down into the rain-filled sand, and the electric current spread, causing the desert to glow faintly.

  The green rain has a disturbing smell, and the damp wind blows toward the dry city-state, the wind of disease, the wind of death, the wind of despair.

   It was the idle traveling merchants outside the city who first noticed something was wrong.

They were rejoicing at the coming of the rain, like the grass and trees in the rain after a long drought, but when the wind blew across their cheeks and the grainy air flowed into their nostrils, these traveling merchants felt Danger.

  Many people immediately lost strength in their limbs and fell to their knees, struggling constantly.

   After seeing the reaction of others in front, many people immediately rode bugs and ran towards Utopia, but how could they run away from a gust of wind.

  Insect lost his balance, fell to the ground and twitched, while the Traveling Merchant was gradually enveloped in the plague wind, and the highlights in his eyes disappeared.

   Those who were farther away had witnessed such a situation, and the intuition of living in the wasteland for a long time told them that this rain was far more dangerous than a sandstorm, an earthquake, and a swarm of insects.

   Some of them are heading towards Utopia, trying to gain the blessing of the city-state.

The other part, who saw farther, directly crossed Utopia and galloped farther, because they knew that this torrential rain was not something that a city-state could resist. , there is hope for survival.

  The soldiers stationed on the walls of the city-state discovered this situation, and the information was immediately passed on. Ares of the Wolf Guard watched from the city wall, and a sense of crisis enveloped him.

   He can lead a team to fight against swarms, fight fighters from other city-states, and even suppress possible rebellions in the city if necessary.

   But a natural disaster, he was powerless to stop it.

   Although he inherited the name Ares, he was only a saint who was proficient in combat. In the face of the storm that covered the sky, Ares was powerless.

   "What about Plato?"

   Ares asked the people around him.

   "The Hall of Philosophers did not respond, Lord Hippocrates asked us to protect the citizens."

   The soldier responded.

   "Did Hippocrates want to replace it?"

   Ares was a little annoyed. Unexpectedly, at such a time, some people still think about the game of power.

   "This rain will penetrate every corner through the wind, and we cannot avoid it."

   he asserted.

   "Utopia has come to the end of life, we don't need to be buried with it."

   turned around, Ares looked into the city.

  Many citizens still don't know what's going on outside, and are looking forward to the coming of the shower.

Some citizens came into contact with the traveling merchants who had fled, and when they knew the horror of the rainstorm, they began to panic. Some hid in their homes, some tried to escape the city, and some collapsed in complete despair, kneeling on the ground and crying. .

   Chaos spread in the city, and people became panic and fled.

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

   "The rainstorm is coming, run away, run away, this place is no longer suitable for survival, do your best to escape!"

   His voice shocked all the citizens, no matter what they were doing before, they all fell silent.

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

   The captain of the guard guarding the city, a saint, would say such a thing.

   Moreover, Utopia did not impose sanctions on his words. You must know that this is a proper rebellious speech. At other times, the thunder has already fallen.

   And now, the thunder is indeed circling, but it is the roar of the rainstorm, the background sound of despair.

After Ares finished speaking, without explaining too much, he glanced at the sky, and then walked down the city wall with his guards. They rode durable camels, brought food and water, and prepared to leave the city on the other side. .

   "My lord, my lord, do you really want to give up on us?"

   Someone noticed Ares, they questioned.

   "Run away, as far as you can, this is not a situation where I can help."

   Ares did not get angry, but said coldly.

  Plato's sainthood, Utopia's dominance, is no longer important at this moment.

   If the torrential rain pours down, it is uncertain whether the city can still exist, what is the point of the hypocritical location?

   What's more, Ares himself is a saint, and he doesn't have to worry about lifespan, but if he stays here, obviously, he should have no lifespan to worry about this problem.

   Riding on the bug, Ares was about to leave the city. At this time, he saw a building not far away, and Cleopatra was looking at him.

   "This city is left to you, I hope we will have a chance to see you again in the future."

   Ares said to the enchanting woman.

  Cleopatra did not respond, only watching Ares leave the city and walk away.

The people on the side of    couldn't hold back, he couldn't help but whispered to the queen.

   "Sir, don't we leave?"

   "Leave? Where else can I go?"

   Cleopatra asked back, and sighed again.

   "All our wealth is here, and once we leave, nothing is left."

   "As long as there are still people, we will earn it back sooner or later."

   another person persuaded.

   "You guys go."

  Cleopatra said quietly, she didn't feel weird, but said it very seriously.

   "Leave with Ares. Following a saint can at least ensure your safety."

   "Can you sir?"

   The people next to her were a little terrified.

   Because no matter what, Cleopatra doesn't seem like the type of person who would choose to live and die with the city-state.

"Do not bother me."

  Cleopatra said coldly, and pointed to the direction of the city.

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

   Hearing this, everyone hurriedly ran.

   Soon, Cleopatra was alone upstairs.

   She took a deep look at the approaching storm and then dived into the shadows.

   After a while, in the Hall of Philosophers, a shadow gathered like a long snake.

  Cleopatra appeared in the silent hall.

   She walked up the stairs, and soon came to the terrace.

   Here, you can see the storm in the distance, the force of destruction is gathering, covering the sky.

   An old man sat on a bench on the terrace.

  Cleopatra saw that white fluff had grown on Plato's body, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be sleeping.

   "Looks like you didn't stop this disaster either."

  Cleopatra sighed, she came to Plato's side, pushed the old man forward, exposing the back of his neck.

   Then, Cleopatra stretched her hand, and a short knife with a strange shape appeared in the palm of her hand. She raised the knife and cut the back of Plato's head cleanly.

   There was no blood, no screams of pain, everything was extremely quiet, like a nap in the afternoon.

  Cleopatra saw that there was no brain in the place where the brain should have been.

   There was only one wriggling bug, twitching.

   (end of this chapter)