I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

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

The progress of the heavy rain showed no sign of stopping. The pollution in the air became more and more serious. Walking onto the streets, all the residents were struggling in pain.

Hippocrates bent down and gently placed his hand on the man's head.

Soon, the other party fell into a deep sleep, with only a slight twitch under his closed eyelids, as if he was dreaming.

What Hippocrates could do was to let these people end their lives in a final sweet dream.

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

He muttered.

He took out a bottle from his arms. This bottle contained dark red mist. The mist that should have been in a static state was constantly moving and churning as if it were alive.

Glass bottles were rare in the wilderness. Hippocrates unscrewed the cap and poured out the mist.

The mist spread rapidly, seemingly endless, billowing and spreading in all directions.

Everyone who was enveloped by the mist gradually stopped struggling and fell into a deep sleep, no longer suffering any more.

The streets fell silent.

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

As a doctor, Hippocrates was unable to cure these people at this time and could only give them the last peace. He was filled with regret.

After explaining the affairs of the academy, he walked towards the Philosopher's Hall where Plato was. Along the way, the painful people fell asleep, and the strong wind of the approaching rainstorm blew things on the street and raised gravel.

Hippocrates saw that the guards in the Hall of Philosophers had transformed into zombie-like monsters. The black clouds that pressed down on the city were only a few minutes away from arriving, and a heavy downpour was about to arrive at Utopia.

A monster rushed towards Hippocrates. He just raised his hand slightly. The monster was torn apart halfway through the sprint. Its flesh and bones were separated, and it collapsed to the ground, motionless.

For Hippocrates, who was well versed in medicine, breaking down a human being was extremely simple.

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

"Has this place fallen?"

Hippocrates glanced at the walking corpses. It stands to reason that Plato existed here, and most of the guards were strong-willed and experienced warriors, so they would not be alienated just because of these moist winds.

If something has happened here, then Plato seems to be in danger.

Although he knew that Plato's time was probably numbered, Hippocrates was still very emotional when it came to this.

While he was thinking, two more monsters came towards him.

Hippocrates was about to drive away these former companions and give them the final peace, when he saw a figure coming out of the shadows of the Hall of Philosophers.

The movements of the two monsters suddenly stopped. Then, their skin turned black and their blood vessels bulged. After a violent spasm, they fell one after another and stopped moving.

Hippocrates looked at the figure.

Cleopatra is walking out with enchanting steps.

Her hair turned white, her eyes shimmered with light blue, and she exuded a terrifying aura.

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

Seeing Cleopatra's appearance, Hippocrates frowned slightly.

It is clear that Cleopatra did not have the power to manipulate spirits in that way, that was Plato's authority.

Now that she has mastered this authority, it means that Plato has...

Hippocrates looked deeply at Cleopatra, but in the end he did not take action.

"Now you're Plato."

said the doctor.

"Plato cannot leave Utopia. You have made a choice with no future."

Cleopatra's expression did not change when she heard Hippocrates' words.

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

Cleopatra said frivolously.

"Your definition of human beings is too narrow. Now that the world is as it is, sticking to the old rules will only lead to extinction."

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

Hearing this, Hippocrates' eyes wandered.

"You expected this rain too?"

he asked.

"Behold, a new era has come."

Cleopatra pointed behind Hippocrates.

The doctor turned around and saw that the originally quiet street suddenly became commotion. Amidst the rustling sounds, flesh-and-blood spiders crawled out.

Each of those spiders was extremely twisted, as if they contained the deepest malice in the world. They pulled up the dead citizens one by one and transformed them into the same ferocious monsters. Soon, the entire street was filled with such creatures.

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

Cleopatra said, her tone was calm, but her eyes were full of enthusiasm.

"You're crazy."

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

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

These citizens are already dead, and resurrecting them and turning them into monsters does not count as murder.

However, after making this 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 survive. As for human form and civilization, these can only be considered after survival."

Cleopatra said with regret.

"What a pity, Hippocrates, I thought you were someone who could understand me."

Her eyes shimmered, and in her field of vision, the ideal world had emerged.

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

This was not the visitor she had expected, and she wanted to carefully confirm his appearance.

Then he saw a dark, despairing mass of flesh appear in his field of vision.

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

It was like a heavy hammer hit her brain, and the queen's consciousness suddenly became blurred.

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