I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler - Chapter 890 889. Doctors cannot heal themselves

   Chapter 890 889. Doctors cannot heal themselves

  The explorers of the academy quickly rode the bugs away, Hippocrates sighed, and he looked into the city.

  The progress of the torrential rain has no meaning of stagnation. The pollution in the air is getting worse and worse, and the streets are full of residents who are struggling.

   Hippocrates bent over and placed his hand lightly on the man's head.

   Soon, the other party fell into a deep sleep, only the underside of his closed eyelids twitched slightly, as if he was dreaming.

   All Hippocrates can do is to let these people end their lives in a last beautiful dream.

   "Plato appears to have failed, Ares has left, Cleopatra is missing, and Utopia appears to be doomed today."

   he muttered to himself.

   took out a bottle from his bosom, the bottle was filled with crimson mist, the mist that was supposed to be in a still state was wriggling and churning like life.

  Glass bottles are also rare in the wasteland. Hippocrates twisted the cap off the bottle, and the mist inside was poured out.

  The mist spread rapidly, as if endless, rolling and spreading in all directions.

   Those who were shrouded in mist gradually stopped struggling, fell asleep deeply, and had no more pain.

  The street is quiet.

  I don’t know how many people stopped breathing in their sleep.

  Hippocrates, as a doctor, was unable to heal these people at this time, he could only give them the final peace, he sighed endlessly.

   After explaining the matter of the academy, he walked towards the Hall of Philosophers where Plato was located. Along the way, the people in pain fell asleep, and the wind from the torrential rain blew the things on the street and raised the gravel.

  Hippocrates saw that the guards in the Hall of Philosophers had all transformed into monsters like walking corpses. The black cloud over the city was only a few minutes away, and a downpour was about to arrive in Utopia.

   A monster charged towards Hippocrates, he just raised his hand slightly, the monster was disassembled in the middle of the sprint, the flesh and bones were separated, and he collapsed to the ground, motionless.

   To the medically savvy Hippocrates, breaking down a person was extremely simple.

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

   "This place has fallen?"

  Hippocrates glanced at the walking dead. It stands to reason that Plato exists here, and most of the guards are determined and battle-hardened warriors, so they will not be alienated just because of these humid winds.

  If everything has happened here, then Plato should look like the worst.

  Although he knew that Plato should have a short time, Hippocrates was still very emotional.

  Between his thoughts, two more monsters came towards him.

  Hippocrates was about to drive away these former companions and give them the last peace, when he saw a figure come out from the shadow of the Philosopher's Hall.

  The movements of the two monsters stopped immediately, and then, their skin turned black, their blood vessels burst, and after a violent spasm, they fell down one after another, and there was no movement.

   Hippocrates looked at the figure.

  Cleopatra walked out with enchanting steps.

   Her hair turned white, and her eyes were shimmering with light blue, exuding a dreadful aura.

   There was still white juice left on the corner of the queen's mouth, as if she had just enjoyed a big meal.

   Seeing Cleopatra's appearance, Hippocrates frowned slightly.

   Clearly Cleopatra did not manipulate the power of the mind that way, which is Plato's authority.

  Since she has mastered this authority, it means that Plato has

   Hippocrates gave Cleopatra a deep look, but in the end he did not do anything.

   "Now you are Plato."

   said the doctor.

   "Plato couldn't leave Utopia, you made a choice with no future."

   Hearing Hippocrates' words, Cleopatra did not change his expression.

   "You think there is no hope here, but I don't think so."

   Cleopatra said frivolously.

   "The definition of human beings is too narrow. In this world, now, sticking to the rules will only lead to extinction."

   "I have seen civilizations from distant worlds. In their worlds, human beings have a completely different form than they are now, and we don't have to stick to the past."

   Hearing this, Hippocrates' eyes were erratic.

   "Is this rain also what you expected?"

   he asked.

   "Look, a new era has arrived."

  Cleopatra pointed behind Hippocrates.

   The doctor turned his head and saw that the originally quiet street suddenly became agitated, and in the rustling voice, a flesh-and-blood spider crawled out.

   Each of those spiders is extremely distorted, as if it contains the deepest malice in the world. They pull up the dead citizens one by one and transform them into equally ferocious monsters. Soon, the entire street is filled with such creatures.

   "These are the new citizens of Utopia who will make this city great again."

   said Cleopatra, her tone calm but her eyes wild.

   "You're crazy."

  Hippocrates knew that Cleopatra probably came into contact with some evil gods from other worlds, and was finally bewitched and chose this method.

Of course, according to Cleopatra's idea, these alienated citizens were indeed "saved" by her. For Utopia, this does allow the city to resist more risks and survive natural disasters , therefore, she is not bound by the rules.

   These citizens are already dead and come back to life, turning them into monsters is not considered murder.

   However, making such a choice, it is difficult to say whether Cleopatra can still be regarded as a human being.

   "You never know what our world will suffer. Under the invasion of foreign pollution, only active evolution can maintain survival. As for human form and civilization, those can only be considered after survival."

  Cleopatra said regretfully.

   "Unfortunately, Hippocrates, I thought you were someone who could understand me."

   Her eyes shimmered, and in her vision, an ideal world had emerged.

   But suddenly, Cleopatra noticed that not far behind Hippocrates, a figure was approaching.

   This was not the visitor she expected, and she wanted to check the appearance of the other person carefully.

   I saw a dark, desperate piece of meat appearing in my field of vision.

   In an instant, countless babblings rang in Cleopatra's ears.

   Like a heavy hammer hitting her brain, the queen's consciousness suddenly became blurred.

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