I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

On the wasteland, heavy rain continued.

The violent winds and rains that many people have never seen in their lives are rushing towards Utopia. The sky has changed color, and unprecedented clouds have gathered, blocking the dazzling sunshine.

The green lightning zigzagged in the dark clouds, and the lightning containing tens of millions of energy hit the rain-filled sand. The current spread, making the desert glow with a shimmer.

The green rain carries an unsettling smell, and the moist wind blows towards the dry city-state. It is the wind of disease, the wind of death, and the wind of despair.

The first people to notice something was wrong were the idle traveling businessmen outside the city.

They were originally rejoicing that the heavy rain was coming, just like the grass and trees that were greeted by sweet rain after a long drought, but when the wind blew over their cheeks and the grainy air flow poured into their nostrils, these traveling businessmen felt Danger.

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

After seeing the reactions of others in front, many people immediately rode bugs and ran towards Utopia, but they could not outrun the gust of wind.

The insect lost its balance and fell to the ground twitching, while the traveling merchant was gradually wrapped in the wind of the disease, and the highlights in his eyes disappeared.

People further away have witnessed this situation, and their intuition from living in the wilderness for a long time tells them that this rain is far more dangerous than sandstorms, earthquakes, and insect swarms.

Some of them headed towards Utopia, trying to gain the protection of the city-state.

The other part, those who could see further, crossed Utopia directly and galloped further away, because they knew that this torrential rain was not something that a city-state could withstand. This was a heavy rain that wiped out all things. They could only escape as far as possible. , only then can there be hope of living.

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

He can lead troops to fight against swarms of insects, fight against warriors from other city-states, and even suppress possible rebellions within the city if necessary.

But he was powerless to stop the natural disaster.

Although he inherited the name Ares, he was just a saint who was proficient in fighting. Faced with the storm that blocked the sky and the sun, Ares was helpless.

"Where's Plato?"

Ares asked the people around him.

"There is no response from the Hall of Philosophers. Lord Hippocrates asked us to protect the citizens."

the soldier responded.

“Did Hippocrates want to replace him?”

Ares was a little angry. He didn't expect that at this time, some people were still thinking about the power game of overt and covert struggle.

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

he asserted.

"Utopia has reached the end of its life, and there is no need for us to be buried with it."

Turning around, Ares looked towards the city.

Many citizens still don't know what is happening outside and are fully looking forward to the arrival of the showers.

Some citizens came into contact with the traveling businessmen who had fled, and after learning about the horror of the heavy rain, they began to panic. Some hid in their homes, some tried to escape from the city, and some collapsed in complete despair, kneeling on the ground and crying. .

Chaos spread across the city, and people became panicked and fled in all directions.

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

"A heavy rain is coming, run away, run away, this place is no longer suitable for survival, do your best to run away!"

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

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

The captain of the guard guarding the city, a saint, would actually 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 from the sky would have already fallen.

And now, the thunder is indeed surrounding, but it is the roar of the rainstorm, a desperate background sound.

After Ares finished speaking, he didn't explain too much. He glanced at the sky, and then led his guards down the city wall. They rode on durable camels, brought food and water, and prepared to leave the city from the other side. .

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

Someone noticed Ares and they questioned him.

"Run away as far as you can. This is not a situation I can help."

Ares was not furious, but said coldly.

Plato's position of saint, the dominion of Utopia, is no longer important at this moment.

If it rains heavily, it’s not certain whether the city will survive, so what’s the point of a false position?

What's more, Ares himself is a saint, so he doesn't have to worry about lifespan. But if he stays here, obviously, he won't have the lifespan to worry about this problem.

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

"This city will be left to you. I hope we will have the opportunity to meet again in the future."

Ares said to the enchanting woman.

Cleopatra didn't respond, just watched Ares leave the city and walked away.

The person on the side couldn't hold back, and he couldn't help asking the Queen in a low voice.

"Sir, aren't we leaving?"

"Leave? Where else can we go?"

Cleopatra asked in return, sighing again.

“All our wealth stays here, and once we leave, nothing is left.”

"As long as there are still people, we will be able to make money back sooner or later."

another advised.

"Let's go."

Cleopatra said faintly, she was not being weird, but said it very seriously.

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

"But your lord?"

The people next to her were a little frightened.

Because in any case, Cleopatra does not seem to be the kind of person who would choose to live or die with the city-state.

"Do not bother me."

Cleopatra said coldly and pointed in the direction of the city.

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

Hearing this, everyone started running in a hurry.

Soon, Cleopatra was the only one left upstairs.

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

A moment later, in the Philosopher's Hall, a shadow gathered like a long snake.

Cleopatra appeared in this silent hall.

She climbed up the stairs and soon reached the terrace.

Here, you can look at the storm in the distance, the destructive power is gathering, covering the sky.

There was an old man sitting on the bench on the terrace.

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

"It seems you couldn't prevent this disaster."

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

Then, Cleopatra stretched out her hand, and a strange-shaped short knife appeared in her palm. She lifted the knife and cut the back of Plato's head cleanly.

There was no trace of blood or wails of pain, everything was extremely quiet, like an afternoon nap.

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

There was only one squirming insect, twitching.