I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

While the Quicksand Council is doing good and good deeds.

The college received a message.

As we all know, in the wilderness, the transmission of information is an extremely difficult task. Not only are there no modern electronic communication methods, but even the ancient classic flying pigeons to convey messages have disappeared in this desert. Therefore, most city-states The information received from the outside is extremely delayed.

For example, the news about the Promised Land was first returned to Utopia by the Frost Heart expedition team, and then spread from Utopia. By the time other city-states knew about it, most of them had already been a month later.

There are some extremely special extraordinary beings who can listen to voices hundreds of miles away or communicate with their twin brothers. There are also some saints who have certain extraordinary characteristics and can spy on the situation in specific places. These are considered wastelands. The clairvoyance among them is easy to hear.

And the academy relies on bugs.

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

These bugs usually lie dormant underground, and will only break out of their shells when they are vibrated at a special frequency.

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

What Utopia has obtained is such a piece of information.

"A large-scale team is heading towards Utopia?"

Lu Tan thought for a moment after hearing Du Danping's words.

"Not only that, the humidity in the air is rising, and a heavy rain is coming."

Du Danping stared out the window of the library. Where the sky and the horizon met, a sliver of black occupied the place where the glow should have been. There, clouds that people in the wasteland might not have seen for hundreds of years were gathering.

However, it is completely different from the pleasant scenery of blue sky and white clouds traveling at five meters per second described in novels of the old era. Green lightning is rolling among these dark clouds, giving people a sense of uneasiness, like some kind of source. Since the final judgment is coming.

Ordinary people in the city quickly noticed such changes.

At first, everyone was excited and excited.

Many of them had never seen clouds or rain in their entire lives, let alone storms and showers. People gathered on the edge of the city, staring at the ends of the sky and the earth.

Some people have even begun to worship there, longing for the gaze of the gods to bring a glimmer of salvation to this desolate land.

In the city, legends about the savior gradually spread. It is said that the savior will come to the world riding a six-legged horse and blow the first spring breeze into the wasteland. From then on, the wasteland will become lush and green again. The grass is like grass.

Of course, in Lu Tian's opinion, these legends were completely nonsense.

I don’t know if it was spread by spies from other city-states, or it was the imagination of some people with abnormal brains.

Lu Tiao sneered at this.

But the storm is approaching, which means that Lu Tiao's mission has entered the second stage.

Now, the college still has not gained support from more people, and the Huangsha Brotherhood has the highest support rate.

As for the Quicksand Council, they are obsessed with doing good things and they still have no competitiveness. Of course, even if they want to be competitive, these naughty kids who have surrendered to the evil god will be collectively besieged by the other three families.

As for the Wild Wolf Guards, they are still planning something, hoping to reverse the advantage of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood in the end.

According to schedule, in three days, the Senate will choose the next saint to succeed Plato.

Lu Tiao was more worried about this storm than the election.

He and Feng Yu rode insects to the outside of the city.

Although this bug has wings, it cannot fly. It only relies on flapping its wings to move quickly across the desert. It is fast in short distances, but has poor endurance, so it is only used for patrolling around the city.

The traveling merchants outside the city were in their respective tents. Some were hesitating whether to put away their tents and enter the city to take shelter from the rain. Others were staring at the wind and rain, full of expectation.

Lu Tian and Feng Yu approached the storm. The humidity in the air became heavier and heavier, and Lu Tian also sensed something was wrong.

"There seems to be something not very good in this water vapor."

He felt a burning sensation in his lungs, like the heavily polluted winds he breathed in Wajima.

"It's a disease."

Feng Yu slowed down the bugs under him. There was a storm just a hundred miles ahead. At this moment, in their field of vision, most of the sky was occupied by black clouds. Above the accumulated clouds, dark green lightning snaked.

The strong wind stirred up gravel and mixed it with the wind, making it uncomfortable to breathe.

She raised her hand, and where her fingertips came into contact with the moist wind, a little change was spreading.

The skin of Feng Yu's fingers began to wither, and then mold-like bacteria grew. The carpet continued to spread, trying to spread to other parts of Feng Yu's body, but as she closed her fingers, the newly sprouted pollution was eliminated. Press down.

"The rain carries pollution-level diseases. This is ominous rain."

She said, looking at Lu Tan.

Lu Tan also followed Feng Yu's example and saw green hair growing on his fingertips.

He looked carefully and then licked his fingers.

“Not very tasty.”

Lu Tian commented after spitting out the mold in his mouth.

"..."

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

"This rain is not a force of nature, but was formed through the intervention of other chosen ones. We need to find the source of the pollution."

"The taste is a bit familiar."

Lu Tan was still tasting the smell of mold.

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

If [Heavenly Father] is not a real god, but is similar to Wajima, and is just an illusion created by the Chosen One using the connection between the two statues, then this rain seems to be explainable.

"This rain cannot reach Utopia. If ordinary people come into contact with the rain, they will be severely polluted and directly transformed into monsters."

Feng Yu said.

Although there is a clone of Bao Bao, she has no interest in Utopia, and it is hard to say whether she will be able to protect the people in the city.

As for Du Danping, as the chosen one, even if he can protect this place for a while, he cannot protect it for a lifetime. He will eventually return to reality and meet his destiny.

If the plague hidden in the storm is not stopped, the entire wasteland will gradually be eroded and eventually fall.

Perhaps Lu Jian was sent to the Utopia of this time just to prevent this heavy rain.

He raised his head and looked at the sky that was not covered by clouds.

In the blue sky, there seemed to be some vision from distant stars that transcended time and space.

They watch every move here, like watching a grand drama.

Heavy rain is coming.

Lu Tan drove the insects away and sped towards the center of the storm.