I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler - Chapter 891 890. Mission failed

   Chapter 891 890. Mission Failed

  In an ideal world, all appearances are deconstructed, leaving only the purest reality.

   So what Cleopatra sees now is the essence.

The surface of the indescribable piece of meat was glowing with a metallic intoxicating luster. The smoke that extended out of it was entwined like tentacles. , enough to make the scalp tingling and mental breakdown.

The moment she saw it, a large amount of knowledge poured into her head, accompanied by countless incomprehensible ravings, Cleopatra felt a burning sensation, and her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears suddenly flowed out. The dark red blood and the trembling of her soul made her tremble.

  Cleopatra immediately closed her eyes, pulled her vision out of the ideal world, and returned to reality.

   At this time, she realized that there was a person standing where the lump of meat was.

   is a land bond.

   And Lu Kizuna was also very troubled at this time.

   In his field of vision, the silver words were indifferent and cold.

  [Choose a faction and help it get the saint's position: 0/1 (failed)]

  【Survival until the end of the rainstorm: 0/1】

   has failed.

   Lu Kizuna was the first time he encountered a mission failure.

   He was a little bit clueless about the whole thing.

   Fortunately, at least he is still alive.

  Lu Kian saw Hippocrates and immediately came over to this side, but when he saw Cleopatra standing at the door of the Philosopher's Hall where Plato was, he already had a bad premonition.

   Now, the failure of the mission made him understand that I am afraid that Cleopatra has become a saint of Utopia and received the name of Plato.

  Boom——

   A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and hit the top of the Great Pyramid, knocking down a huge stone. The irregularly shaped stone rolled down and hit the house next to it, completely destroying the house.

   The next moment, the rain poured down.

   The torrential rain, like a direct splash of water, covered the entire city in an instant.

  The dark green lightning twisted in the rain, like a huge python shuttled through it, bringing destruction and destruction to the world.

This rain is green, and every drop is corroding the building. The air is filled with a choking rancid odor, and the air mixed with the rain is inhaled into the lungs with a distinct grainy feeling. Every moment in this rain, for human beings It's all torture and pain.

  The wasteland that has not experienced a heavy rain in a hundred years, the first rain actually destroyed everything in this way, I am afraid no one can think of it.

The    raindrops fell on the monsters of the flesh-and-blood spiders, but they did not bring any changes to them. These monsters rejoiced in the rain, their movements became hurried, and they couldn't wait to divide the last food.

  Hippocrates was in the rain, and the heavy rain wet his hair and clothes, making him look a little decadent.

   "Have you finally reached this point?"

   He looked at the raining world, at Cleopatra, at the "new born" utopian citizens, and sighed.

  Utopia no longer exists. When Cleopatra usurped the position of sainthood and allowed her to interpret and tamper with it, the city was no longer a paradise for mankind.

   But Hippocrates wasn’t sure whether it was right or wrong.

   No one knows whether humans can really keep their original posture and continue to walk.

  Actually, according to the information brought back by Frost Heart, the human beings in the wasteland are actually quite different from the human beings of the old civilization, and even they are new human beings after "evolution".

   Then, who can say that these hideous-looking flesh-and-blood spiders are not really suitable for humans in the new era?

   However, Hippocrates still has a trace of nostalgia.

  If these flesh-and-blood spiders are humans of the new era, then the saint of the old era can only choose to be buried with the city.

   "So this guy is the culprit?"

   Beside, Lu Bian asked.

   "She should have devoured Plato and become the saint of this city. Now, she has the power to interpret the rules of this city, and we can't compete with her head-on."

Hippocrates replied that Plato has a certain right to interpret the laws of the whole city, such as the definition of democracy, the definition of citizens, etc. Now that Cleopatra is the master of the city, then it is harmful to her behavior , that nine times out of ten will be punished by Utopia.

  Because of this, Hippocrates did not expect Cleopatra to get the name of Plato. Unless Plato himself is willing to give her, it is impossible for Hippocrates to usurp power by killing Plato.

   But now it seems that Cleopatra should have gained extraordinary power by worshipping some indescribable great existence, and used this to shield the sanctions of Utopia in order to get the name of Plato.

"I see."

   Land tripping is not too worrying.

   Now the main mission has failed, he can only strive to survive this storm, and the source of the storm seems to be Cleopatra and the evil **** that may exist behind her.

   In other words, the health bar is bright.

   Whether the utopia can survive or not is not something Lu Jian needs to worry about.

   A silver revolver [Last Word] was embodied in his hand, and he aimed at Cleopatra without hesitation.

"What do you want to do?"

Queen Yan didn't care. If Lu Bian wanted to attack him, he would definitely be sanctioned by the rules of Utopia. What's more, with the blessing of the double saint's name, even if Lu Bian wanted to change his limit, Cleo Petra is confident that she will survive.

Although Lu Bian's body looks extremely ferocious and contains very serious pollution, Cleopatra is also very clear that there is still a **** who gave her power in this city. In any case, the other party Neither will sit idly by the battle that takes place here.

  Lu Kian didn't say much, just pressed the bullet into the barrel of the gun, and then pulled the trigger.

   The next moment, the ravings of the great existence passed through the void and hit Cleopatra with an unstoppable momentum.

  Cleopatra wanted to dodge, or use the ideal world to evade, but she found that this attack carried a certain irreversible power, as if it existed in her body from the beginning.

  Some kind of frantic babble immediately appeared in her ears, her field of vision was occupied by countless complicated and bizarre patterns, and her skin began to wriggle, as if something was about to burst out of her body.

   Suddenly, Cleopatra responded.

Her skin, flesh, and bones were so soft that it drooped down like a piece of clothing. Then, a naked worm emerged from Cleopatra's body. Wriggling legs and four-lobed mouthparts on the head are frightening and disgusting.

   This is the body of Cleopatra, the big bug who inherited the name of the queen.

   Seeing this scene, Hippocrates sighed, he knew very well that his time had come.

   (end of this chapter)