I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

In the universe, although the forms of civilizations are different, some things are similar.

For example, the energy sources of most planets are the stars in their respective galaxies.

That is nuclear fusion inside the sun.

The energy released by these nuclear fusions supplies what most planets with life need, allowing civilization to develop.

Of course, there are also some extremely special foreign lands where creatures feed on other substances, such as extreme emotions or dreams, the products of pollution, etc.

But the source essence of these is the energy provided by the sun.

Therefore, for most civilizations, the power of the sun can be said to be the ultimate weapon.

Octopus Man is no exception.

Their world also had a sun, so after the octopus men ended their long war and flew into the universe, they also studied their own star.

Controllable nuclear fusion and miniaturization have long been common technologies among octopus people. Even newborns who have just come into contact with education can use simple raw materials and the convenient tools buried in their genes to create a small nuclear bomb. Come.

This is the technology used by Urukruk.

What he just launched was a small fusion bomb.

The radiation range of this fusion bomb was very large. Almost instantly, the area where Lu Jian's flesh was located was evaporated. The surrounding sand and gravel did not even have a chance to melt and turned directly into a gaseous state.

As for the raindrops and pools, they no longer exist.

Mushroom clouds penetrated the clouds. In the pure black clouds, the lightning caused by the leakage of energy intertwined with the dark green lightning inherent in the storm, forming a symphony of thunder.

Centered on Lu Jian's location, everything within a few hundred meters evaporated, leaving a huge crater.

Farther away, the remaining gravel was in a molten state, cooled by the water pouring in from outside, and towering white smoke came out.

In the world of Lu Tiao, there were some designs that were not known to be fake or real, including the shoulder-mounted nuclear rocket launcher. Since its damage radius is larger than the launch radius, it can be regarded as a suicide weapon.

The weapon in Ulukruk's hand was a similar one.

He himself is also within the killing radius of a nuclear bomb.

However, in the steam, greasy tentacles spread, and Ulukruk crawled out of the hot steam like a normal person.

His tentacles are covered with a translucent shell. If you shake it at will, the shell will fall down, quickly dissolve in the water, spread out in all directions, pollute the water body, and make many bubbles pop up.

This is an adaptive shell. Each octopus man will automatically generate it when it is attacked. Under the defense of the shell, even if a nuclear bomb is detonated in person, it will not cause any damage. Not to mention, the octopus man's body has been modified to With a physique that absorbs nuclear radiation, the radiation that kills people is just a piece of cake to them.

When Ulukruk faces unknown enemies, he usually uses these weapons to try out and find a way to hit them.

If it is solved, then there is no need for Urukruk to worry.

If the other party doesn't resolve it, then talk about other things.

Now, seeing Lu Jian with no trace left, Ulukruk was very satisfied.

This explosion also attracted the attention of Utopia a hundred miles away.

When the shock wave spread here, it was already at the end of its strength, but it still brought a strong wind to Utopia.

On the Great Pyramid in the center of the city, Plato looked far away at the heavy rain that was still on the horizon and the mushroom cloud rising in the rain.

"It was an ominous rain that would bring destruction to the city."

Plato said.

"Yeah, the rainwater is polluted, you want to stop it?"

His friend Hippocrates asked from the side.

"I'm almost dying. The power of the saint has blocked those crystals, but I can't live forever. If I take action now, I'm afraid I will age quickly. Not to mention three days, even one day may not be left."

Plato sighed.

His body knows that with the blessing of extraordinary power, he can have a long life, but now, everything has come to an end, and he does not have much time left.

Sometimes, Plato envied those ordinary people.

They thought that saints lived longer, but they failed to see that Plato would always send away his companions who failed to become saints.

Over the past hundred years, all the people who were familiar with him have passed away, and he is the only one left.

"If you died now, Utopia would be missing a saint, and I can't guarantee that the next 'Plato' will be right."

Hippocrates said.

He glanced at Plato's arm. Under the clothes, decay had already taken over the body. The erosion of pollution had caused Plato's internal organs to lose their function and turned into a hotbed of corruption. Now he can still stand here and talk. Damn it. In addition to Hippocrates' medical skills, it is more about his own will.

The more you use the power of the saint, the more serious the erosion will be. When the pollution reaches the limit, the will will collapse and eventually return to dust, while the soul will become the food of Utopia, making it last forever.

"I believe everyone will make the right choice."

Plato said that he did not know whether the man of his name might have had similar ideas in his own time when he wrote his great work.

The era of reason and freedom claimed by the other party is what he dreams of.

A sharp pain came, causing Plato to fall down on his chair. His abdomen squirmed, as if a bug was pregnant and about to burst out of his body.

"I don't have much time, old friend. Call all the candidates. I will find a successor within today."

He asked Hippocrates to find the successors of those saints, while he sat on a chair and stared at the dark green storm.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and the expression on Plato's face changed. Sometimes he was crying, sometimes he was laughing wildly, and sometimes he was as pure and innocent as a child.

The next moment, Plato opened his eyes wide.

Some kind of power beyond time caused his will to fly into the sky and into the heavy rain.

His real body quickly withered, his muscles atrophied, his bones were exposed, his eyes were sunken, and he changed from a handsome old man like a Greek classical sculpture to a dying old man.

At the same time, his will became stronger and stronger. Above the sky, Plato was like a giant. He came above the dark clouds and watched the lightning and thunder here.

Plato saw Ulukruk swimming in the water, and his keen intuition convinced him that this was the culprit of the polluted storm.

Plato stretched out his hand and spread his fingers.

His hand passed through the thunderstorm clouds, covering the space around Urukruk.

Bang——

A huge wave arose, completely covering the octopus man.

Just when Plato tried to use his power to grab it, a dazzling light burst out from his palm.

The scorching waves penetrated his palms, and the bright light stung Plato's eyes.

Another mushroom cloud rose.

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